Angie had to go to Costco yesterday after I got home from school, but she was sleeping in her room when I arrived. She had to get her meds; she’s on antidepressants. Sometimes, I hate going to her house cuz she has the place FREEZING ASS COLD. She slept for another two hours before I told her the time and hurried her ass up and out the door. I’m really impatient when I know something has to be done and she’s just putzing around.
While she was at the pharmacy, I couldn’t help but look at netbooks. I’d gotten her both a laptop and a netbook earlier in the year. I bought her a wee netbook when she was bitching about her laptop for something or another, just as a joke. Short woman, itsy bitsy computer. I spoil her sometimes, but it comes with the territory. She’s a great cook! Great sex with a woman who can cook, is all I ask.
I let her drive cuz I can’t see for shit at night.
Did you want to stop off anywhere?
Like what?
You said you wanted to do something else.
How about we go straight home and fuck.
That sounds like a plan.
It was 20:30 by the time we got home. I almost tripped over the suitcase she was packing. She had to go to Seattle for one of her best friend’s wedding and left early this morning.
I was hungry and she made us some boiled shrimp with cocktail sauce and mash potatoes. Just something quick. While I was fucking around with the gongs, she came in with this camisole thing and a white dress.
What do you think?
About?
This.
What is it?
Its a tummy toner. I’m going to wear it with this dress. [She wore a long sleeveless dress with an embroidered flowery pattern and string straps.] Zip me up?
I don’t see anything wrong with you.
I’m getting fat. This smushes my belly.
You have a cute belly. Its my scratching post.
Do you want to die prematurely, old man?
I’m just sayin … there’s nothing wrong with you. I think all women think they’re fat.
Well what do you think?
Looks weird with the toner strap sticking out and the spaghetti straps barely covering it. I mean, that’s my opinion.
Yeah. I’m going to have to not wear the toner straps and put it under my dress.
Yup. I think your boobs are big enough to where they can keep the toner up. Goddamn you got some nice boobs! [I put my hands on each boob].
Hmm. Well, I don’t want it to drop down to my waist when I’m dancing.
You’re gonna dance?
Of course I’m going to dance. You know, after the wedding there’s going to be a reception? And party?
How long you gonna be gone?
Just a couple of days. Tuesday by the latest. Don’t worry, honey. I’m not going to fuck around on you. Why would I?
I’m just sayin … people get drunk at parties and do stupid shit.
You should trust me by now. I think we should take a shower together.
O RLY?
I got out of the shower quick. She likes to soak up all the hot water. Lil shower hog. I just dried off my hair and went outside on the deck naked. Let the wind dry me off. I went into my car and got the last joint I had rolled up and started taking drags off it. Angie continued to pack. I told her that the airlines are only going to let you check in with 50 lbs., and after that, its $25 added on top of her ticket. I went back outside.
Are you walking around naked outside again?
Yeah, I’m drying off.
She comes outside, totally naked too.
Its a beautiful night.
I’m glad you live way the fuck out here. Want a smoke?
We both take hits. She went inside and came out with two pillows and a sleeping bag. While she’s taking a drag, I spread her legs apart and go under her, burying my face in her vulva. It seemed like I haven’t eaten pussy in so long. I hear her, and then she spreads wider. We change positions and the little woman’s on her back. My fingers, tongue, and other hand are on every erogenous zone. Her sweet moans build up into a climax and she stiffens in an orgasm that leaves her rigid and and frozen for a minute. And we go to town, fucking each other’s brains out. We try every position possible; as far as I could shove my dick in her from every angle. I smack her juicy bubblebutt butt and pull on her hair. She digs in my back with her nails and bites on my neck and shoulders. We were again bathing in each other’s sweat and bodily fluids. I get behind her and position her towards the wind then slam her doggystyle. First on one knee, then lifting myself up in a squat position and just railing away at her with her vaginal muscles tightening around my dick as she has another monster orgasm. I pull out and squirt my gob all over her sweaty, juicy butt. Before I’m emptied of my babymaking goo, she sits up and swallows my dick into her mouth. I fuck her mouth as she eats me whole. She pushes me on my back and goes down on me again. I’m freaking senseless my now and craving to slurp on her clit again.
Not now. I’m eating you.
She said. Nothing in the world compares to having great sex with Angie … except maybe eating a delicious juicy medium-rare steak. We must have fucked outside for an hour and a half cuz we barely heard the timer in the kitchen go off.
What’s that?
Oh, I’m suppose to call Kim in an hour, but I guess its too late.
Yeah don’t call her. Its fucking midnight.
We were laying on the sleeping bag outside by the front porch where there’s a small patch of grass under the shade of a cholla tree. She went on talking about the stars. I told her about this star that I thought was a plane cuz it kept moving in my stoned, delusional state. Angie went on and on about my star saying it was Venus and then saying, “I could be wrong”.
You always do that.
What?
You’ll go on about some tangent about something and then ending it with some random quip like, “I could be wrong”.
I leave it open to interpretation.
By then, I’m just rolling. Busting a nut, laughing my ass off. Angie’s laughing too but she turned facing my side with her right leg on my groin area. Both of us, stoned and naked under the stars.
Angie left two hours ago. I’m missing her already. So in between working in the city and driving out into the badlands, I’m house-sitting at her place with two fucking cats!
I JES REELY DUNT LYKE CATS.
