Single Girl, Interrupted

Urgent Like a Motherfucker

Three shots later we were both at ease and we headed down to the eleventh floor. Once there, we realized there were several private Jacuzzi’s and settled in one of our own. All I could think was “I am so glad I wore matching underwear today,” as I took off my clothes. I lusted in awe, as Larenzo’s body was amazing! His abs and biceps were a reflection of much time spent in the gym, and his skin was smooth and unblemished.

Our time together was going so well. We had a miniature swim lesson that consisted of me teaching Larenzo how to float. He couldn’t get the hang of it to save his life. We shared plenty of laughs and splashes. It was as if we were friends in a past life and our spirits were meeting again.

“So, what kind of stuff are you into?” He asked.

“I like anything creative or artsy. I like to travel dance and I’m into astrology, just a little bit. Do you believe in that kind of stuff?”

“No, I’m not really into astrology. I just know that I am a water sign. That kind of stuff is rubbish. You can’t base someone’s personality off of when they were born.”

“Most people usually think that until they dive in a little deeper. My sign is very accurate to my personality, as well as my compatibility chart.” I responded.

“…And what signs are you compatible with?” He questioned

“I’m a water sign also; I’m compatible with other water signs, which would mean I’m actually compatible with you.” I chuckled, as only a smartass would. He got my gist and couldn’t help but chuckle, himself.

          I know I can’t completely depend on astrology chart to determine my relationships, but I have weeded out a few losers based on their sign, rightfully so.

          Larenzo pulled my slender frame into his, and our lips met in a passionate embrace. He sat me upon his lap as we continued, and I felt his manhood growing near my vagina. I had gone 9 months, no problems, without intercourse. At that moment, I felt every nerve in my body tingle with the eagerness to be a willing participant in whatever was going to happen. That feeling was the zeal my body craved, and it was urgent like a motherfucker.

          Larenzo slid himself into my tender spot and gently began to swim my shores. I couldn’t believe this was happening for more reasons that one. Our lips were locked and his manhood was inside of my love canal. With his hands on my waist I began to find my rhythm discreetly, not forgetting that we were in a public setting. We were both getting a feel for the other. I knew that once in private, we both had more to give.

          We decided to continue our rendezvous in the suite. We dressed and headed upstairs. At this point, I’m giddy, googly-eyed, and in complete awe of how things are transpiring. I’m trying to mask my excitement, as Larenzo is totally unaware that he just gave me the thrill I’ve been in search of for at least 2 years. That includes the time I was in a relationship, as well. Yea, pretty pathetic; I know.

          Upon arriving back at the suite, the guys had brought more liquor and guests. I was unsure who the two girls were there for, but it was clear that they were escorts. I told Kieran and Andre, because they didn’t know. The girls were sweet to me, and I had no reason to be rude. If it weren’t obvious by their conversation and style of dress, when Girl #1 asked, “Have you ever done ‘shrooms?” 5 minutes after meeting me, I was absolutely convinced these hoes were working.

          Larenzo gave me a T-shirt and a pair of pants to wear. He was so attentive. I wasn’t used to guys with whom I have no attachment having such manners. The drinks began to flow throughout the room. I assumed the role of bartender. I’ve career hopped so much, bartending is just another one of those things that I’ve dabbled in. Larenzo was cuddled up under me on the couch, and I was somewhere between euphoria and a buzz.

          I was enjoying everyone’s company, but I was ready to blow the soirée and continue my one on one with Larenzo. “My skin is feeling itchy. Let’s take a shower and wash this chlorine off.”I suggested that we take a shower.

 “Yes, I’m a little itchy as well.” Larenzo obliged.

I headed inside and peeked in the bathroom; there were bubbles everywhere. He was running bath water instead…clever. We both undressed and found our way through the suds. Our bodies against one another, we relaxed and listened to the music coming from the surround system inside. It was another perfect moment to add to the repertoire.