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“Yeah. I heard you, but I'm not having that discussion right now. I'm still at my job, so I'll talk to you later.” “Okay….goodnight”, she replied.
As I hung up the phone my friend patted me and asked, “We out?” “Indeed”, I replied. We walked toward the train station, then parted ways when we got there. As I stood on the platform at 12:35am - Saturday morning now. I couldn't stop thinking about two things. The first was that it sucked that I had to stand for another twenty minutes after standing for nearly the entire day. The second was that Venus had really disappointed me. Not only had she neglected my efforts, she didn't appreciate them. That is a huge pet peeve of mine. Especially because she is in the comfort of her own home and I'm doing all the work, all the reaching out and all the traveling if this went as planned. Then a pop up window arrived in my brain. The flashing message read, “THIS WAS HER IDEA! SHE KEPT ASKING”.
My thoughts turned into a moment of clarity and that moment turned into two text messages. They read: “I'm sure you went back to sleep already. I apologize for the way I hung up. But I wasn't about to have the ‘we gotta talk’ discussion in front of my coworkers. I tried to see you as you requested even though I am on very little sleep, worked both jobs and have to get my daughter in the morning. I don't know what you want to talk about, but it was a very big turn of mentally for that to be the first thing you say after ‘I can't c u tonight’. I'm not even mad, just disappointed and turned of by how you've done things our last few conversations. Honestly I don't know what's up with you or what you want to discuss. What I do know is, I'm not digging this right now. Again, I'm not mad. Disappointed.”
When I woke up the next morning I had a few text messages. One was her apologizing and her wishing me and my daughter a great weekend together. I saw the text and chose not to answer it. She is several years older than I am and she knows what she did yesterday. She's also been fucking me for a few months and was not new to doing that when we started back a few months ago. In fact, the state of limbo we are in was what she preferred and the exact opposite of what I usually do when talking to someone. As I got ready to leave my apartment and go get my daughter I thought back to everything going on between Venus and I. She'd been so confusing these last few months. She wanted a relationship but had issues committing because of our history. She also knew that I despise being told, “we have to talk”, if we're not going to talk at that moment.
When I left my apartment I called her to settle the matter. She answered and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She spoke about her plans for the weekend, what'd she'd done today and asked what I had planned with my daughter for the weekend. I cut it short, and asked what it was we had to talk about. After some hesitation she began with a long sigh. She gave me a long speech about why we couldn't continue and why she needed to rid herself of me. She went on to say, “Also I'm going to have to put your number on the block list for a while too. ‘Cause if we keep talking we're going to have sex again like we always do. So, that can't happen. Sorry.” She tried her best to sincere but all I could do was laugh.
“Is that all?”, I asked when I stopped laughing. “Yeah…”, she said. I could tell that she was bracing herself for my response. “Okay cool. Talk to you later.”, I replied and hung up the phone laughing once again.
I had no way of knowing how wild the next three days would be or, how fast things would rise and fall...
It's early evening in the beginning of November and outside of my family's New Jersey apartment there's a torrential downpour. The rain is coming down as my immediate family was gathered around in the living room. My sister has convinced my daughter to watch one of her favorite movies from her childhood. We are in a rush, we have to leave shortly so I can get my daughter home on time - the court appointed time. As we watch Hocus Pocus and eat the Spanish food we ordered I got a notification on my cell phone. I check my phone and see that it's a Facebook messenger notification. Once I see that, I put the phone back down and keep eating. A minute later I get another notification. I can't help but be curious as to who is messaging me. Usually when I'm with my daughter most people don't contact me so I can focus on and enjoy my time with her. I unlock and check the application to see a name I don't know.
I'm terrible with names, but I am great with faces. I open the message, and try to pull up the person's profile. I figured once I saw them I'd know exactly who they are and where I know them from. For some reason the app doesn't allow me to do so. The only options are to either video call or call them via Facebook. I'm not interested in either option. Finally I decide to read the messages. She basically said hello and that they and their children missed me. Especially the one that was my student. Befuddled, I kept reading and the second message stated that she was my old student Tyson’s mother. Now I remembered exactly who India was and where I knew her from.
I greeted her, and asked how she found me. After all, I hadn't spoken to her in over two years. She told me that she had forgotten she had my number but recently she linked her texts messages to the messenger app. When she did I was one of the first of her contacts to show on the app. “I had to hit you up and see how you're doing”, she said. I was shocked that this woman was contacting me after so long, but she was always approachable and appreciative when her son was my student. I remembered giving her my number when I'd left the program because I thought she was really cool. I'd never bothered texting or calling her and she never contacted me either until now. Once again I was okay with it because she was down to earth and cool back when I was around her. I asked how she was doing and her response caught me totally off guard.
The message said, “OK cool, I'll hit you up through here and check up on you. I'm still single, I'm live of Younger Ave, by the 12 train. You're always welcome to come visit. I still love to cook everyday, you know.”
I wasn't sure what to say to that, but it sounded like a pretty big hint to me. Feeling bold, - maybe because of the rice, beans and fried plantains that I was devouring - I decided to ask her. “Lol. Was still single a hint Miss?”, I asked. “Yes”, she replied immediately followed by a big blue thumbs up. I couldn't help but laugh as I read the text. My sister and my daughter both shot me a look of confusion and I remained silent.
“LOL. Okay, hint taken. I never knew that you were interested. I'm shocked in a good way”, I wrote back. She began telling me that she was always interested but respected my position and that she didn't want to cause any issues for me. We took the conversation from Messenger to text and continued to text as I left New Jersey and then again after I took my daughter home. She told me that her birthday had just passed on Halloween and I asked her if she wanted to do something to celebrate. She said she would love to and then I asked what she liked to do for fun.
“I'm simple, we can hit a bar, a theme park, go to the movies, or we can make our own. LMFAO”, she quickly responded. A burst of laughter shot out of me as I read her text. Once again her boldness had shocked me in a good way.
“Our own? You want to shoot a film with me?”, I asked. “Yes! I would love to make a bio, documentary, a family comedy, or a porn with you. I'd love to be calling you what the kids called you. It's sexy and has authority. LMFAO”, she wrote back.
I thought to myself that this was too good to be true. India couldn't be serious, she was just saying things that she thought I wanted to hear. As the texting continued she asked if I'd be able to come by her apartment sometime soon. Knowing the age of her children I asked where they would be if I came over
“They'll be here if you come over this week. Don't worry, you'll be in my room with me. They each have their own room. My apartment is big! Sometimes we'll be at a hotel though, don't worry”, she replied.
Again I laughed and thought to myself that she was being too bold to be serious. This was just shit talking, nothing to take seriously.
The texting only grew more flirtatious and bold. India sent me a few pictures of herself. I sent one back to be courteous. We stopped texting, and when I woke up Monday morning I already had a text from her. She was responding to something I said the night before. I said “Good morning”, and she replied immediately. I received another picture and then she said she would send better pictures when her kids were in school momentarily. As I walked toward the bus stop I laughed and shook my head while reading her texts. She couldn't be serious about what she was insinuating. My response reflected my perspective and she must have gotten the hint.
“What do you want to see Jay?”, she asked. “Whatever you want to show me”, I responded with a smile on my face. About twenty minutes later when I was on the train she responded. At 8:19 in the morning she sent me three photos. The first was a selfie of her dressed in a basketball jersey and a short skirt, the second picture was the same outfit but she had her tongue out, and the third was of her breasts. Her chocolate skin was glistening, her nipples were erect and her hair was clinging over her shoulder. I responded fast, complimented her on the pictures and scrolled down so they wouldn't show on my screen. I didn't want anyone else seeing the perky large breasts that were on my screen. Then as we were texting I got a message on the messenger app. It said it was from India. Thinking nothing of it I opened the app and was greeted by two pictures which consumed my screen. Each picture was a different angle of her freshly shaved pussy.
“Oh!”, I blurted out and I closed the app. The guy sitting to my left had definitely saw it as well because he laughed and turned his head in the other direction. I laughed and switched back and texted, “I see you're not camera shy! Very nice. Thank you”.
She texted back, “You're welcome. You're going to love it in person”. Once again I didn't believe the nasty talk, but I was starting to question it less. After all, she'd sent me nudes without me requesting them less than twenty four hours later and it wasn't even 9AM yet. I decided to see how far she'd go with things. I asked when she was trying to see me and show me the pussy in person.
“Whenever you like. I'll cook you dinner and suck your dick for dessert”, she replied. I continued to laugh at her messages and didn't believe her. She's just saying anything to keep me interested and get me to her apartment, I thought to myself.
To test her I said, “My schedule is crazy right now. I work two jobs and I'm only of tomorrow night and Thursday night. After that I'm not sure when my schedule will allow me to chill again”. All of which was true, but in my mind I knew no one was going to make time to see me only two days after reconnecting with me after years of no contact.
Plus we'd never hung out one on one before, she wouldn't just have me come to her apartment, cook for me and give me head.
India wrote back, “I may have to lick you down tomorrow then”.
YEAH RIGHT! This lady is good, I thought to myself. She's going to convince me to come to her apartment after work and when I get all the way to the Bronx, and into her apartment absolutely nothing is going to happen. These lies sound great but I'm sure nothing will happen if I go over.
In case I was absolutely wrong, before I considered going over I asked her a slew of questions. When's the last time she was tested for STDs? When's the last time she had sex? How many people is she currently dealing with? If I go over tomorrow what's the plan? She answered each question with no hesitation and I couldn't help but laugh at the answer to the last one. “We're going straight to my room to get the party started”, she said. Before walking into work I decided to be an asshole and see how she'd react. I asked, “Since you're not camera shy are we recording the kisses and tongue my dick will be receiving tomorrow?”
“I don't see why not”, she said and sent a smiling emoji.
Yeah right!
The flirting and texting continued. We also had a few short phone conversations. The next morning - Tuesday - I texted her to ask if we were still on for that night. She called me, told me that her daughter woke up with a toothache and that as long as she could take her to the dentist before our set meet time we were good. Obviously she'd have to keep me posted. We texted and flirted more as the day went on and when I got off from work I called to see what was going on on her end. When we confirmed that everything was good, I hung up and began the journey to her apartment. Once again it was raining, but it wasn't that bad. I walked to the train station and waited for the train. I was excited to get a seat since I'd been standing all day. Knowing I had about a forty minute train ride I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up I was only a few stops away from where I needed to be so I stood up. I noticed that I had a message from her. She asked if I could stop at the liquor store for her. Damn, I thought to myself. I'm already out here, now she wants me to spend money? Was this part of the plan the whole time? Fuck it, if she wants something that's a decent price I'll consider it, after all she is cooking dinner and of ering a lot more. I asked what she wanted and she requested a five dollar bottle of Amsterdam vodka. Five dollars? That's nothing. “Okay. No problem”, I texted back.
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Very interesting read. I bet he gets blown off! LOL
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What exactly does that mean? LOL