First Date Sex (part 2)
I didn’t want her to notice the fact that I was lusting over her for the past five minutes, so I quick changed the subject. I said “apology accepted, I usually have that effect on people” She gave me kind of a half smile, and I’m really not sure if she blushed or not, but my ego wants me to believe she did. So fuck it, she did, I thought as I smiled to myself.
Ticia: I’m sorry I missed the joke, is there something funny?
“Huh, naw shawty”, I said. I looked down at my Blackberry to make up a lie to her
“My mama just hit me, she wild. Gotta love her though.” I keep staring at her as my ‘Trey Senses’ start going insane. Quite frankly, I wanted this date to hold my interest, but I’m not sure I can hold hers. I don’t even have any words for shawty cause all I can think about is the love faces she could be making right about now. “Wanna pop some champagne wit a nigga?” I asked her as I popped open the bottle of Moet to pour her a glass. She just nodded, so I poured hers first, being the gentleman that I am, than poured mine. “Well, you ready to eat baby?” I asked her
Ticia: I do have an appetite, not for food anyway. My appetite is for Tremaine (she said taking a sip from her glass with a look on her face that screamed ‘screw me’)
I was instantly rock hard, but I tried to play it off, by saying “I don’t think that’s on the menu, but you can check with the waitress”. I can’t lie yall, this chick had me going crazy inside. I just wanted to cut right about now. This was not what its hittin for. It was not supposed to going down like this. I gave her my million dollar smile, ignored her previous statement and said to her “I gotta question woman… why didn’t you tell me you were the winner of the date when you met me earlier?”
Ticia: What fun would that have been? I mean I didn’t want to spoil it for you. I wanted you to anticipate me for all the right reasons. (She took another sip from her wine glass. This time she let the tip of her tongue run across the rim)
Her tongue went across that glass in what seemed like slow motion to me. She do some more slick shit like that and it’s definitely finna go down. Damn, I think to myself. There is something about this girl that is really turning me on, or I am that much of a dog that I can’t control myself. I gotta keep sex off my mind right now. I can’t sleep with this girl anyway. Since she’s a radio date winner, I know she had to sign a contract that we couldn’t be intimate. What happened if she told somebody? That would land your boy in all kinds of shit… My thoughts ran wild. “That would be tragic” I said out loud, but obviously by mistake.
Ticia (frowning): what would be tragic?
“Nothing baby, so how about we order than you tell me what made you want to win the date wit Trey Songz, Is that cool?” I asked her.
Ticia: We can order, but I wanted to win a date with Tremaine, NOT Trey Songz.
I couldn’t help, but to smile. I told her “I appreciate that baby” as I put my index finger in the air, nodding my head to the waitress for her to come take our order. She obliged, walked over kind of annoyed than took our orders. The waitress looked at me first so I nodded my head in Ticia’s direction. “Ladies first” I said to her charmingly. She ordered the ‘steamed buns’ which were basically soup dumplings. I never heard of it let alone had it before so I kind of took a pass on it. Even though this restaurant was most famous for them, It wouldn’t be a good look for ya boy to be getting sick on a date. I just went with the Kung Pao Chicken with some white rice. I silently prayed that this shit was good. We talked over dinner. The conversation was good. Even though I started off only digging her for how she looked, she is a really sweet girl. I was really intrigued at her level of confidence, the ability she had to keep my attention, but most importantly she made me smile a number of different times.
About an hour and a half into the date, Alonzo hit the Blackberry telling me that I should start to wrap it up because my limo would be there in fifteen. I had the next two days off so I wanted to catch a late flight out so I can head home for some much needed relax. “My phone jumpin, don’t they know I’m on a date?” I said, than I quickly pressed ‘IGNORE’ so I didn’t offend my date. About ten minutes later I said to her, “They telling me its time to wrap it up” I said, “but I had a hell of night with you.”
Ticia (smiling): I had a good night with you too Tremaine.
I was digging the way my name sounded coming off her tongue, for what seemed like the 100th time this evening, my mind was right back in the gutter. We stood up to say our goodbyes. She was about two inches shorter than I was which I thought made her the perfect size. I told her to hit me up sometimes, and that whenever I was in New York again, if I had some down time we could defiantly kick it. I leaned in to give her good bye hug, and I didn’t even want to let go. My trance was broken from the honking of the horn to the all black Mercedes Benz S-Class that came to escort her. I was happy her ride made it before mine cause I still had to pack for my flight. Although the date was the bomb, I didn’t feel like waiting around.
She was on my mind the whole ride back to my hotel. I don’t know if it was because she was one female that I KNEW I couldn’t have or what, but I knew I had to shake it off. I reached the hotel and got out of the limo. I walked through the lobby feeling exhausted. Ya boy had a hell of a day and I was thankful that I had the next two days off. I wasn’t going to do too much. I was planning to go to the gym to get my shit together though. That was a must. I made it to the 11th floor, walked down the hall, and entered my room. I didn’t know where to begin. First things first I had to get comfortable. I changed into some ball shorts. No shirt was needed at the time. I hit Gutta to see what time the flight took off. He told me at 11:30. I was like cool. I said I wanted a late flight but damn, that’s hella late. ! Fuck It I thought that means I don’t gotta rush. It was about a half hour later, I was still getting my shit together. “Knock, knock” I heard at the door. “Use the room key nigga” I hollered out. These dudes REALLY gotta start using the heads sometimes. I thought. “Knock, knock” I heard again. “You can’t expect everyone to have common sense, Trey” I said talking to myself. I finally went to get the door annoyed at the fact that these niggas were distracting me from doing what I had to do. I pulled the door open saying “Yo, ya’ll need to get it---”I was cut off mid sentence. It was baby from the date. My eyes opened up like quarter sized. “Oh shit” I said out loud not even thinking if that would offend her. “What you doing here?”I asked her, “How did you find me?” She didn’t answer my question; she just pushed me by my chest back into the room. I let go of the door and took a couple steps back. I knew I was in trouble once I heard the hotel door click shut.
That was it for me; I knew I couldn’t control this shit anymore. I wanted her since I seen her, than she came to hotel room. My only defense was to say “Woman, you finna get me in some shit If somebody finds out you up here.” I tried not look at her, but she was looking right. She changed into this all black sweat suit that had I a big “DG” on the breast so I knew it was Dolce & Gabbana. She really had style I thought. It showed off her every curve just like the dress she had on at the date. I was intrigued. Shawty was so dope. She walked up on me invading my personal space. I knew this shit was so wrong, but it felt so right. She grabbed my right hand forcing right down the front of her sweats. Oh My God, Baby girl’s panties were so wet. The only thing on my mind was “how you keep saying no, when her panties so wet”, a verse from the remix version of “Why you wanna” I did with TI a while back. She had me I wasn’t denying this shit no more. I sat up on the bed, while she climbed on top of me. It was like the all of the “make love” songs I recorded in the past were playing in my mind. Shawty was kissing all over me. She knew what she wanted, and she knew I wanted it the same, if not more. She started rocking her hips slow sitting on my lap. I went from a young man to a GROWN man real quick. I had no choice but to give her what we both wanted. I put my arms on her shoulders, and told her in the most genuine tone I could. “I’m pretty good baby, I don’t know if you can take it.” I told her. Than she said something to me that fucked my head all up
Ticia: I’m a VIRGIN!!
My face read now you know you aint no virgin, but I hope she couldn’t read my thoughts by looking at my facial expression. What If she was though? I haven’t had a virgin in years. That definitely had my anticipation at an all time high. She got off my lap standing right in front of me on the floor. She took off everything except the charm bracelet she had on earlier when I met her at that chicken spot. She looked even better with her clothes off. Her skin was smooth, flawless. If I didn’t get up on that soon, my dick was sure to explode from all the tension in it. I quick looked at my Jacob one last time. I got time I thought. I picked her up in the air with my hands tight on her fat ass. It was softer than it looked from a distance. I had wanted to squeeze it all night. She wrapped her legs tight around my waist tonguing me down. I laid her down on the bed admiring her body underneath me. I noticed my ball shorts were wet with a pussy print when I took them off. I grabbed a condom out the night stand, put it on, and proceeded to lay it on her. I wanted to do so much more, but I had little time. I tried to go in as deep as possible, when she tensed up on me.
Ticia: Ahhh, be gentile (she moaned with her eyes closed, with an expression on her face that it hurt)
She really a fucking virgin?!?! BET I was thinking as I was handling her gently, but passionately. Her shit was real tight, a nigga couldn’t help but to let her know. “This shit good mama” I whispered in her ear, as I was going up and down in that thing. She didn’t say anything back; she was too busy taking it all in. I leaned up on my hands not losing my stroke though of course. I wanted to see her love faces so bad it was killing me. When I looked down at her face she had this sexy ass look, she still had her eyes closed. “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me” I panted. She did. That shit turned me on so much mixed with the moaning that was coming from her pretty mouth, I was tearing it up, but keeping in mind it was her first time. In and Out, Faster, Slower, I felt my time coming, “Say my name baby, hurry up say my name” I hollered out. Shawty screamed that shit as I gripped up the roots of long black hair digging as deep as her virgin pussy would let me.
Ticia: Trey, Trey OMG Trey (she was hollering) and I was loving it.
As I finished I just collapsed on top of her. I wish I had more time with her, I instantly thought. I just knew I had to go. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her chin, than both of cheeks. We were just staring at it each other for what seemed like a hell of a long time. “Thank You” she said to me in the most innocent voice I ever heard. “No doubt baby, that shit was dope” I told her back. I rolled off of her, spread out on the bed. I could not keep my eyes open for one more minute. That had ya boy drained.
About fifteen minutes later, I woke up to my Blackberry vibrating like crazy. I looked around, I didn’t see baby girl anywhere. I glanced around the room looking for her clothes. Everything was gone. “Ticia” I called out. No response. “Ay Yo Ticia”. I said again. Still no answer. I looked at my phone to about 7 missed calls. They were mostly from Lonzo, a couple from Gutta, and the last one from a “restricted” number. I had 30 minutes left to make it to my flight. I quick text Lonzo telling him I would be down in 5, grabbed my shit and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my dick real fast, threw on my sweat suit from earlier, and started grabbing my shit. I couldn’t miss my flight I had to make it home. I heard my room door open and close so I figured it was Lonzo coming up to help me. I walked out the bathroom with a bag in each hand, I was so focused on leaving I didn’t even noticed her standing there. When I realized who it was, my heart fuckin stopped. She was standing with a face full of tears and running mascara. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was in so much shock I just let my bags drop down to the floor. The only thing I could say was “Damn, Simone”.
I KNEW I fucked up…
(For those who don’t who “Simone” is, that is Trey’s girlfriend that he stole from “Marcus” in a fellow Angel TRICIA’s story, Mr.Steal Yo Girl)