Playing By The Rules

The Delivery Man

Musical Suggestion: Leak It by Ari Lennox & Chloe

It took me a while to connect to another person like Richy Rich. He was fun to hang out with, but that was strictly a booty call. We would only hook up late at night and half the time, he was already wasted. We got together for the last time one night, he was so plastered, he passed out right after sex; I mean dude was snoring and I wasn't about to wake him up to let me out the house. So I got dressed, left a note saying that I had a great time and politely let myself out. I never saw Richy Rich again.

I was looking on the site and ran across this one cutie pie that was another youngster. He was 25 years old and absolutely adorable. He was Mexican, even though my sister would call him the Puerto Rican Produce man. He stood about 5'7", with curly, dark brown hair and brown eyes; he looked similar to the actor Michael Pena. He messaged me saying that I had a 'fat ass' and he wanted to tap it. I loved the way he approached me as he was direct and open.

His name was Carlos and he was hot and ready. He messaged me wanting to hook up. I was curious but having had the experience with the other young guy, I was hesitant. I asked him about himself and he told me he worked in the early morning as a produce delivery guy for specialty restaurants like TGIFridays, Chili's and Applebee's. Interesting I thought, at least he got a regular job. He told me that he love Black girls because they got booty. He was an ass man; that was good to know 'cause I had plenty of ass.

After I told NewYork about Carlos, she asked me if I was going to let him come over. I figured I would consider it because he was living with his brother, all the way up north. I'm not trying to go up north again and I definitely was not trying to go hang out with this nigga and his brother and his brother's wife. I really had to think about it because I wasn't about to get a hotel room because I just wanna fuck, so I broke one of my rules; I let this motherfucker come to my home. I just hoped he wasn't the stalker type; he didn't seem the type to be when I talked to him over the phone, but a person never really knows.

I told NewYork when I was meeting up with him so she would call me periodically throughout the night to check on me. I told her if I don't answer the phone, to call the police, literally.

Carlos drove over to my house in an old school car, a 1989 Chevy Caprice, it was still riding good as fuck. I liked that; he was a guy that wasn't all about his car, like most young guys. I don't need someone who tries hard to draw attention with a flashy car, as I will never pay attention. He smiled as he got out the car. I watched him walk over to my door; his eyes stayed on me. He walked with a nice sway to his hips; he looked simply adorable. He smiled as I let him in and I saw dimples - Fuck!

"Hey there Beautiful." He said as he gave me a nice embrace as he walked in my home. He was carrying a shirt and pants when he came in. He smelled good, like Axe body wash and spray.

"Hey baby, how are you?" I said wrapping my arms around his waist. It felt good and natural to hug him even though we just met. He had that type of presence, very welcoming.

"I'm good. I hope you don't mind but I brought my work clothes with me so I can go to work from here in the morning." He said as we parted. This motherfucker had some type of confidence; he just knew he would be good enough to stay the fuck over.

"You work on Saturdays?" I asked realizing it was Friday.

"Yeah, I only have Sundays off. And with it being kinda late already, I was hoping you would let me stay over and I'll leave for work."

"I see. I guess you can stay, since you came all this way." I said. He smiled and gave me another hug. He stepped back, keeping me in his embrace. He looked down at me, leaned down and kissed me softly. He was gentle and his lips were soft and warm.