Homecoming Part II

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We were just…

getting to Samson’s car.

“So, where are we going to get something to eat?” I said as we jumped in the car.
“I know you want a Jumbo Slice from Adams Morgan,” he says sarcastically, “too bad they’re closed!”

I blushed and shook my head as he started up the rental car. “You don’t know me!” I retorted, “I actually want some breakfast food. Its six in the morning anyway, duh its closed!”

He gave me the side eye before pulling off the curb. “You know you want one though, don’t front with me shorty.”

“I do… and a ginger ale,” I admitted hating that he knew me so well. I wanted to be mad, but couldn’t help but laugh. “So where are we going? The Diner?” I pestered him.

“We bout to just hit up this McDonalds drive-thru ’cause I never really f’d with The Diner,” he replied.

We reminisce about random things on the way to McDonalds on Georgia Ave across from campus. I lean back in my seat to relax. He slaps my stomach and pokes my side. “Look at you all grown in your freakum dress,” as he laughs hysterically. “Why is that so funny, jerk? You know I look good,” as I roll my eyes. He changes the subject “so you know Reggie got a girl now?!” we both start laughing at the thought of our old friend, Reggie, no longer being a whore.

We order our food and head back Downtown. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Don’t you want to eat in my hotel room?” he replies.
“Hell No!… I’m just playing. Your room better be clean though. I remember what your room in the Towers use to look like,” I say jokingly.
“Come on now shorty, don’t start talkin out the side of your neck like my room wasn’t straight.”

I just laugh while looking out my window. I’m thinking about how comfy this bed is going to be when I fall asleep. We make it upstairs to his hotel room at the Marriott. He scarfs down his food and strips down to his t-shirt and boxers while I finish eating at the little, wooden, round table by the window.

I’m ready to fall asleep, its 7:38 am, but these block-out curtains make it midnight all over again. I take off my earrings, necklace, and shoes next to the bed. I find a ponytail holder in my purse and pull my hair up into a ponytail in lieu of not having a scarf.

Samson is laying on his back and flipping channels until he finds ESPN on the flatscreen across from him. I crawl next to him in the queen size bed. I feel him looking at me in his peripherals. “Aren’t you going to turn the light off?” he ask.

I stick my tongue out at him and get up like a brat. I go to the bathroom first to wash off the make-up I didn’t sweat off earlier at the club. He yells something but I can’t understand the words over the water running. When I walk back out to put my eyelashes in my purse he repeats himself “you washing that thang for daddy I see?”

I throw a pillow at him, “Shut up, fool. I was washing my face. You get on my nerves,” I say.
“I don’t wanna see no eyelashes or hair tracks in my trash when I wake up later,” he laughs at his own ignorance joke.
“Whatever Samson, I’m going to sleep” as I crawl back into the bed with my dress on to get warm and comfy. As much as he got on my nerves I couldn’t help but imagine him climbing over to my side and kissing me passionately.

He cuts off the television. There’s an awkward silence. Our backs are facing each other.
“Goodnight,” he says.
“Goodnight,” I reply.

With my eyes closed I bend my legs then back kick him in the butt and laugh. “You play too much!” he mutters.
“Goodnight,” I snicker. Now I’m ready to get some rest.

Four hours later I wake up from a good sleep. I get up to check my phone and have two missed calls from some guys I met last night and seven text messages from Ashley, three guys, and three of my other friends. Ashley made it home from the guys hotel last night and was wondering where I was.

“I’m with Samson still. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home,” I text her back.

My battery was almost dead. Good thing Samson and I both had an Iphone. I was able to use his charger. I laid back down while it charged. Samson was still sleep, or so I thought.

“What you doing?” his groggy voice managed to get out while turning over to face me. We chat with each other while laying down. He’s suppose to meet his friends on the yard around two or three later on. I still have to get home to shower and change, but we’re in the moment.

He gets up to use the bathroom. When he comes back he sits on my side of the bed and says “Believe it or not, I’m glad you’re in my bed and not some random chick.” I begin to blush and roll my eyes. “Give me a hug girl. I’m so glad to see you.”

I sit up to hug him. He kisses me on my ear. Then my cheek. Then my nose.

Then my mouth.

I smile in amazement. He kisses me again, passionately. His eyes are closed. He pushes me backward on to the mattress. I relax my muscles and wrap my arms around his neck. Suddenly, we stop.

“Let me get freshened up so I can take you home,” he says.
“Okay,” I reply bewildered by his sudden change of heart.

While he’s in the bathroom I start putting on my jewelry. I’m standing against the wall after putting on my heels right as he walks out the bathroom. He walks over to me while I take my hair down from its ponytail and begins to kiss me. I push him away.

“Look, what’s the deal? I don’t have time to play games with you,” I say.
“I’ve always wanted you since we met, but felt you were too special for me,” he says as I look him dead in the eye. He continues to say ” I never wanted to be the guy that hurt you so I never made a move.”

I felt the sincerity in his words and kiss him. In a moments time he picked me up by my buttocks. My legs wrapped around his waist as we passionately nibbled on each other. I could feel him protruding through his pants with excitement.

He spun us around and threw me onto the bed. I’m pleasantly surprised and let out a giggle as I land.

He takes off his shirt quickly then bends his knees onto the bed. Grabbing my left leg he begins to plant his soup coolers vigorously, as he works his way up. The further up he gets I become weak. He finally reaches up and pulls off my panties. My dress is already around my waist as he kisses around my stomach and rubs his finger along my wetness to tease me.

I pet his head and shoulders from the sensation as he pleases me below. I whimper. His tongue swiftly goes up, down, and around my clit. Ecstasy is rising up in my body as he has his head buried between my thighs. My moan turns into a scream as my body trembles. I had no idea he was this talented.

Samson makes his way up to my face then pulls off my dress, my body is lifeless and completely exposed. We make eye contact revealing our desire for each other. I pull him in for another kiss as he palms my breast. We find comfort in our awkward position.

“Where do we go from here?” he ask after taking notice of my naked body again.
“I don’t know, lets just enjoy this moment,” I reply back. He places a peck on my forehead.

He slaps my a$$ and we laugh continuing our playful moment naked. Rolling in the sheets I realize my heels are still on. As he’s on top of me I try to kick my shoes off, he looks at my feet then back at me and says “naw, I need you to keep those on.” I bite my bottom lip, smile and say “okay daddy.”

He gets up to grab a condom out of his luggage by the window and comes back to me on the bed. In no time he is strapped and ready to go. I let out a heavy breathe due to his girth as he penetrated me.

I was engulfed in the strong yet playful energy and passion in the room. This was more than just a hook-up but us finally acknowledging our feelings for one another. His stroke was undeniably great and we had a nice rhythm as our bodies intertwined back and forth, up and down.

As I look up at the six inch heels on my feet still I couldn’t help but laugh (in my head of course), hands clinching the sheets with my legs bent over my head and moaning “oohs” and “aahs” I don’t have a care in the world.

After, two more rounds, foreplay included, were about to fall asleep. My head on his chest and naked body wrapped up in his arms. I finally kick off my heels under the covers and wrap my left leg around him. I can’t help but wonder…

I was just trying to find a vending machine… #howmybootyendupintheair?

Happy Homecoming!
TheJournalist25 xoxo

Homecoming

It’s that time of year, college students present and past come together for football, parties, and celebration. In my experience at Howard University, it was a time to just go all in on everything. I have such fond memories from Homecoming- that I will not be sharing with you- but in honor of this special time I would like to give you a #howmybootyendupintheair? Homecoming Edition. I hope you all enjoy.

I was just…

On the yard for Yardfest mingling with everyone when I saw a tall, dark, muscular built man with a nice Caesar and no facial hair over by the Fine Arts building clowning with some other guys. It was Samson. I haven’t seen him since I visited New York last summer. He didn’t inform me that he was coming to Homecoming, but I should’ve known.

We met in Intro to Psychology, fall semester, my sophomore year and his senior year. He sat next to me the first day of class in Douglas after walking in late. We locked eyes and said ‘hello’ right in the middle of the teacher going over the syllabus. It was a weird feeling I got, but I liked it.

Later on that day, he found me on Facebook, of course! I was excited, but wanted to keep it cool. I didn’t even tell my friends about Samson. He immediately messaged my inbox asking if I was going to class Thursday. We went back and forth getting to know each other that night over Facebook. He was a senior, from Harlem, New York, first generation Ghanian American, and majored in Finance.

We became very close that semester. We would hang out at each other’s dorm room; he stayed in the West Towers and I stayed in Meridian Hill. I had a fake i.d. so I would eventually start running into him at the clubs around town (i.e. K st, Love, The Park, Ibiza) on the weekends. Our friends even became familiar with one another.

We always just remained friends even though the attraction, flirtation and chemistry was there. Except this one time when we were in his room looking through the yearbook -that came out that day- on his bed. We were close to each other with our thighs touching and the sun was coming through the window. We were looking at the book, then each other. Our faces felt like they were being pushed together by the universe. Inches away from our mouths touching his phone rings and startles us. 

Nothing ever happened again nor did we ever acknowledge that we almost kissed. Our friendship just continued as if nothing happened.

I continued to talk to my friends around me knowing that I would get a chance to talk to him later. While watching Miguel perform “Sure Thing” on the stage in front of Founders Library I felt someone grab me from behind. “Hey, cutie pie,” his deep masculine voice whispered in my ear, (I forgot to mention he’s kind of corny sometimes), and he bent down to kissed the nape of my neck.

I turned around smiling, “Hey!” left my lips and we both began to laugh. I jumped in his arms as he embraced me. We teased each other like brothers and sisters do. Then began to banter about playing phone tag the last six months. We made plans to have brunch Sunday before he left for New York that evening.

A couple hours later, my friend, Ashley, and I left to get ready for the night. We were going to the infamous grown and sexy 21+ party at Love later. A slew of celebs were suppose to be there like Diddy, Wale, Rick Ross, Trey Songz, etc.

I had this short purple dress with the back out damn near to my butt. The front accentuated my breast and had pockets with little pleats across that smoothed out as the material hugged around my thighs just right. My shoes were suede, black, 6′ pumps with ruffles in the back. I was hands down gonna be killin em tonight. Ashley looked gorg too.

We took shots of Patron and drank a bottle of champagne before leaving for the party. We arrived around midnight or so and everyone seemed to be in there, including my ex and Samson, to my surprise. It didn’t matter because I was looking good and ready to party.

I always make my rounds before hitting the dance floor; the restroom, by the bar, then up to the second floor. Before I could get on the dance floor I felt someone grab my hand while the dj was playing Wale’s song featuring Jeremiah and Rick Ross. The gentleman’s smooth voice matched the songs vibe as he said, “you look beautiful, can I buy you a drink?,” I coyly reply “Thank you, yes you can,” then flash him my pearly whites to mesmerize him.

I flirt and lightly twerk on him to the new song coming through the speakers while we wait for our drinks at the bar. Ashley was on the dance floor dancing and mingling with our classmates. I eventually met back up with her after I received my glass of champagne in exchange for my number.

We twerked, flexed, grinded, and two stepped the night away with numerous guys and friends up and down the club, literally. I had a blast seducing men with my dance moves especially with my signature move, the “look back at it.”  It was almost four in the morning, the lights were coming on and it was time to go. My phone already had a couple of text from guys trying to get together afterwards, that was a negative though. I just wanted some ginger ale and food before going to bed.

Ashley hails us a cab and meets these guys in the process. We end up sharing the cab with them. I sat in the front so I could text and Ashley was becoming familiar with one of the guys in the back. After sending a text or two I realize she is back there making out. It is homecoming, what can I say? #shrugs The rest of the ride down Connecticut Ave I converse with the cab driver about random things.

We stop at the Helix hotel first, where the two men are staying, and he convinces Ashley to come upstairs with her. I can see in her eyes that she’s feeling him so I go along with it. The guy Ashley was making out with pays for the taxi as we walk up to the lobby with his friend. Were talking and being friendly because were still kind of drunk from all the drinks men bought us throughout the night.

We make it up to their room and begin to chill. Ashley goes into her guy’s bed area and closes it off with the curtain. I sit on the couch checking my phone and texting back and forth while entertaining the friend. I quickly decide to go get something from the vending machine because I needed a snack or something. That’s if this swanky hotel even had a vending machine, nonetheless, I was going to look for one.

While on the elevator, it stops on the third floor and when the doors open its Samson standing there. What the hell? “Hey! what’s going on?” he yells and grabs me for a hug “you smell so good,” as he sniffs me and tightens his grip around my waist. I’m completely taken off guard “what are you doing here? I thought you were staying at the Marriot dowtown?” I asked.

“Yeah, but my homie, Brian, is staying here. We were all kickin it in his room, but I ducked out early. Where are you coming from?” he asked me implying that I was being fast. I tell him about Ashley being upstairs and how I was looking for a vending machine.

“Oh you hungry? let’s just go get something to eat, I drove over here” he says in a matter of fact tone. I look at him like are you serious? then text Ashley and let her know I’m leaving with Samson, she’ll understand. We begin to walk down the street to where he parked.

To be continued…

-TheJournalist25 xoxo