“I’m Nervous and I’m trembling … waiting for you to walk in… trying Hard to Relax… but I… Just can’t keep still.”
Ugh, this Betty Wright song just keeps re-playing itself in my head! What the hell have I gotten myself into? It’s been Months since I’ve had Sex and it seems like a LIFETIME since I’ve had GOOD SEX! On top of that, though I’m not proud to say this… it’s been sooooo long since I’ve had sober sex. Yeah yeah I know! I don’t know if it was just that my sex partner was so bad I had to be intoxicated or maybe I was just an alcoholic… who knows. However, for the purposes of this story, the reasons are completely irrelevant. The point is, I have agreed to a “Nooner”. All nonchalant like I do it all the time. He asks “How do you feel about Nooners?” I think to myself, “I’m not exactly opposed, just never really had the opportunity.” And in True “Girl 8” fashion, I’m completely divided and questioning myself to death. Is it too soon? What if He’s not good? What if I’m not good? Did I shave? Do I have condoms? How many condoms do I need? We’re talking complete melt-down here. I want so badly to call one of my Morally Questionable Roommates, so they can give me the okay. Somehow I think this will make me feel better. But I don’t. I make the decision all on my own. Shit my body needs this and WE (Me and my Nani) deserve this! YESSSSSSSSSSSS I scream! Too bad he can’t hear me, so I send the message that seals my fate “How long until you get here?” ………………… “20 minutes” What the hell kind of Sex Vixen am I supposed to turn into in a mere 20 min?
So now I’m running around my house trying to clean it and myself at the same time, lighting candles trying to find the right Music. Do I put on clothes? Should I just answer the door in my Birthday Suit with my Come get Me Smile? Lingerie…. that’s what I’ll wear. Dammit, no Lingerie. What kind of self-respecting Sex Vixen doesn’t have lingerie? Makes mental note to work on that. Okay, we’ll stick to cute Black Panties… can never go wrong with Black Panties. I hear his truck pull up and my heart literally starts beating the insides of my chest trying to escape. My palms are all sweaty and I can’t catch my breath. Oh No! Dear sweet Jesus, am I having a panic attack? I run to my sister’s room and steal a glass of wine (YES My sister keeps Wine in her room… life is hard, don’t judge us). I down that wine like it has the cure to old age resting at the bottom of the glass, run downstairs… and open the door. There I am … standing in all my Chocolate Splendor, body of a Bombshell with the nerves of a Virgin. Never-the-less I lead him to my Lair.
He lays me down on the bed and begins to trace my body with his fingertips. Every Sensory Organ in my body is on fire. It feels like the first time, something about his sensuality is unfamiliar to me. I am trying with every fiber of my being not to allude to the fact that at any given moment I could burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, movement, even tears. But my body cannot take the pressure and my face begins to spasm. My cheeks start twitching like they’re late for their next fix. And there he is, the Chocolate Stallion staring at me… waiting… longing. I can see the curiosity brimming in his eyes as he tells me not to be nervous. Today that is so much easier said than done. I’m trapped in prison of my own thoughts, literally paralyzed by my fear. So I say the first thing that pops into my head, “I thought of you the other day, while I played with myself”. Though this is the honest truth WHY WHY WHY did I feel the need to share? That’s my problem, I talk too damn much. Especially when I’m nervous. And then the unexpected happens…. He says “Show Me.”
So I do it. I take a deep breath, inhale my insecurities, fears and inhibitions and let go, for lack of a better term I Exhale. I close my eyes and convince myself for a moment that he makes me feel safe enough to release my inner freak. I pretend my hands are his… and began to caress my inner sanctum. I imagine him watching in awe as I perform one of my favorite taboos. Tracing my lips and exploring my caverns. My juices begin to flow. Now he can’t resist. His curiosity has gotten the best of him. He wants to KNOW me… in the biblical sense! His fingers follow mine, using me as a tour guide in these uncharted waters. He’s searching for my hidden treasure. Waiting for me to let a sound escape that lets him know he’s on the right track. He’s relentless, offering me the sweet punishment of his fingers. Then he says something that sets MY drive into over drive… “Come for me Baby” the shudders begin. The BASS in is voice beckons to something deep inside of me. And I want to grant his wish. “Tell me again”, I beg. Before he can repeat Baby… I give him my all. My back begins to arch, my toes are curling and I’m tearing at the sheets for dear life. I begin to come and to my surprise… it won’t stop and neither does he. My body is convulsing in pleasure… uncontrollably I might add. Every time I open my eyes I can see him watching it’s like he’s studying my behavior and my body. And just as I begin to catch my breath he grabs my torso and pulls my sweetness to his mouth. All I can see is the top of his Chocolate Bald head; I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and invite him to indulge his self in my just desserts! The waves begin again. This time starting at the tip of my toes, growing stronger as they make their way to the heat of my loins where they will demand release! I try to fight it down, but my will is no match for the will of this Orgasm growing inside of me. The BASS demands again “Come for me Baby” and I am much obliged to do as he asks. “Don’t hold back” he dictates. And I don’t. I show him the prize he has won. My eyes tell him, there’s more where that came from. In my head I’m repeating “You can have WHATEVER you like.” My body forgoes all thought and wants to show its appreciation. I whisper “I’m not nervous anymore.” I undress him, throw him down on my bed and take his manhood into my mouth. Today he will experience True Appreciation.
