There were times when his flirting was undeniable. Other times, the follow-up made me question whether it was all in my head. I liked Keyoni. He was handsome, fun to be around, and had an aura that dominated anytime he was near.
“Just know…once you start drinking,” he began across the table. “You’re staying until the alcohol wears off. So, if you’re trying to leave soon, you better keep it light.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“You might as well get comfortable.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
I had two drinks in the same timespan Keyoni spent babysitting the first. When I called him out on it, his response was simple, “One of us gotta stay sober.”
He finally finished the first drink when we moved into the living room. By that time I was on number four.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested.
Keyoni handed me the remote. “Pick something.”
He left me alone as I selected an app and browsed the selections. I didn’t know what I was in the mood for, but knew I wasn’t ready to leave yet. Keyoni wouldn’t have let me leave anyway, since according to him, I drank way too much. I left out the fact that in college, I outdrank all my college friends, because just like my mom, I could hold some liquor. She was worse than me though, allowing alcohol to consume her life and sever the relationship she had with her kids. I, on the other hand, knew my limit and when to stop. But if I wanted to, I could keep going and going, downing drink after drink until the effects hit without warning.
I’d had my fair share of days where I woke up not remembering what happened or who I was with. If I didn’t change my ways, I was going to be just like my mother. Thatrealization prompted me to change and was the reason why I drank socially and not daily.
Four was enough though.
“Do you like scary movies?” I asked Keyoni when he returned. He had a bowl of popcorn, a blanket, and two bottled waters.
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. If that’s what you want to watch, cool.”
The damn movie scared me so bad it started watching me. I curled up next to Keyoni, bringing my legs onto the couch. He welcomed me with open arms, allowing me to find comfort against his tight chest. I felt the hardness underneath his shirt and swiped a hand down his rippled abs.
Then I did it again, stopping when I felt elastic.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Feeding my curiosity.”
Full of liquid courage, I had an answer for everything. I wasn’t drunk, but I was feeling good. With liquor in my system, there was nothing holding me back from acting out my thoughts. I wanted to know what Officer Green looked like under all his police gear. Just from the brief feel, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed.
My hand traveled lower, over the bulge growing in his pants.
And damn.
He was working with a monster.
“Can I see it?”
I started fidgeting with his pants before I got an answer. He didn’t say anything, but shifted positions, providing better access for me to unbuttonandunzip his pants. I took that as my signal to continue because Keyoni could have easily stopped me if he wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
I saw his dilated pupils and knew he was just as aroused as I was, maybe even more, because when I reached in his boxers and pulled out a semi-flaccid seven inches, his dick firmed and grew another two inches in my hand.
“It’s pretty,” I said out loud, taking note of the perfect mushroom-shaped head and thick shaft. The veins stuck out, pulsating against my fingers. “And big.” I swiped my thumb across the head, wiping away the precum oozing from the tip.
“What you gonna do with it?”
I took his words as a challenge, testing me to see just how far I would go. And as someone who loved sex but hadn’t had it in far too long, I let my actions do the talking.
Wrapping my mouth around the head, I slid my lips down his long shaft, taking in as much as I could. Then I went up and down, several times, coating him with my wet mouth before freeing him completely.
