“Ugh! Why hasn’t he called yet?!” I remember saying as I paced back and forth in my room, wearing my tank top and boy shorts. By this time, it has been three days since meeting Trey, and needless to say, I was getting pissed. “He said he would call, but he hasn’t. This is frustrating!” Shan, sitting on my bed and chuckling at me for sure, tried to calm me down. “Uh, girl, you do know he gets busy, right? I mean, he’s doing promotions, going on talk shows, and all that other shit. He just lost track of time. It happens all the time.”
Shan was right. I was getting too damn hyped up for nothing. I mean, it’s not like he was just some regular guy from around the way. This was a superstar I was dealing with. Taking a deep breath, I just sat down next to Shan. “You’re right. I’m sure he is just busy doing what he does. He’ll call… And if he doesn’t, it’s his loss.”
“That’s my girl,” Shan replied, placing her arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll call, say he’s sorry for not calling you sooner, and will set up a date to make it up…and then you two will be getting it in, butt ass naked on the beach, the moon shining on his chocolate skin, you kissing his tattoos before he goes down and licks on your…”
“SHANTEL! What the hell?!” I said with a laugh, stopping her little story. “You are getting a bit too freaky, even for me.” Shan chuckled as she headed closer to the door. “I’m just saying, Paige. That’s what’s going to happen. Just don’t get pregnant on me, okay?” I shook my head in laughter as she left. As I was left in my own thoughts, I thought about what she said about me and him possibly getting between the sheets or something of that nature. Now, I was not one for having sex on the first night, but to be honest... I wouldn’t know how to react when we link up. I’ve heard he was an unpredictable guy, one who is not afraid to get what he wants from a woman. The question is: Would he make me willing to give it up?
“Thought it was time for a change
I’m guilty what can I say, count it like …MIA in this bitch
What’s good? Hating on me then bitch what's hood...
I said it, I’m a problem I get it but diamond princess ain’t with it”
The familiar ringtone of Trina’s “Long Heels, Red Bottoms” snapped me back to reality. Reaching over to the nightstand, I looked at the caller ID. It was him. Needless to say, I picked it up with the quickness. “...Hello?” I answered. His smooth voice replied, “Sup baby? Sorry for not calling you sooner. I got caught up with work and all that.” Laying down on the bed, I softly said, “It’s okay. I understand... How are you doing?”
“Better now that I’m talking to you,” he said. That put a big smile on my face. At least he’s interested enough to call me back... even if it was a little bit late and it was about a little after midnight. “So...since you got to know a little about me, how bout I ask you some things?” Lord knows what he was about to ask me, but I was willing to go for it. “Okay. Ask me.”
He paused for a bit before asking me the first question. “So Ms. Paige,” he started. “What do you look for in a man?” I licked my lips as I listened to his voice ask me that. I almost got wet instantly...okay, maybe I DID get wet, just a little. I answered, “Well, I like a man who knows what he wants in life and doesn’t hesitate to go after it. I want someone who is focused on his dreams, but also lives in the moment, someone who takes chances. I also like a guy who’s passionate, loving, kind-hearted, and isn’t afraid to show me that he’s worthy of my love and affection. Does that answer your question?”
“Oh yeah, ma. It does,” he said with a light chuckle. “Now...I want to ask you this. I hope you’re not offended by this...but what about sex? I mean, how do you like to get yours?” Whoo, lord. I saw where this conversation was heading. “Wow, Trey...straight to the point, huh?” I said with a giggle. “Hmm...Well, it depends on how I’m feeling. Sometimes, I like it slow and romantic. I like candles lit all over the place, maybe some soft music. But other times...I just want to get fucked, regardless of where I am. Inside, outside, wherever I can get it. I want to get it right then and there...It changes frequently.” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I did say just that. And no, I didn’t feel ashamed at all.
I could hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. He finally said, “Damn girl. You sound like my kind of woman. At least you can admit to what you want. So now I gotta ask this...Can you handle a big dick?”
LORD. HAVE. MERCY. ON. ME.
Yes, he really asked me that, which led me to the conclusion that he was packing (which is what I was expecting anyway). But the fact that he ACTUALLY asked me was mindboggling. Hey, he wasn’t shy at all, so why should I be? With the utmost confidence, I replied, “Yeah, I can handle it. You trying to say you have one?”
“Of course baby,” he said in a low, seductive tone. “And I know how to use it too.” Mmhmm...I bet you do, I thought to myself. Continuing on with this tease, I said to him, “Here you are, making me feel like a bad girl, like I’m easy.” “I wouldn’t call you easy, baby,” he quickly responded. “You just know what you want, just like me. I like that.” Biting on my bottom lip and squeezing my legs together, I decided to go for the closer. “So...what are you going to do about it?”
And then, he finally gave me what I’ve been dreaming of ever since I knew of his existence. “Well...I can start by taking you out to dinner. How about tomorrow night at eight?” I was literally about to leap out of my skin when he asked that, but I decided to keep it cool and sexy. I responded, “Sounds good. I will see you then. Hope you can back up all that talk.”
“Oh, I’ll back it up alright,” he told me. “Wear something sexy for me, like you did when I met you, showing off that sexy ass frame of yours.” A giggle left my lips when he said that. “Alright papi. I got you.” After that, we said our “good nights,” and hung up. I had to lay back and smile to myself for a cool minute. I was actually about to get me a piece of him, and he was going to get a piece of me. Just as I expected, he was bringing out a brand new side of me. Hopefully, he would be just as ready as he said he would be...and I would be as ready as I said I would be.