(Following the rules)
by
Mysteree
8 AM

Today I awoke with a fierce, insatiable desire to delight myself in some pussy. I thought about who I could call. Jennifer, my Puerto Rican freakin’? No answer. Simone, my Venezuelan mami? On vacation. Danielle, my round the way girl? Shoppin’. Searched high and low. Far and wide, but…...no good pussy to reach. So, I proceeded to present a mission for myself. Some NEW pussy.

At the bank, there was a female in tight blue jeans, average ass, black fitted tank top and some Gucci sandals……..cute, but damn, why she gotta have fucked up toes!!!?!? (Rule Number one: Never mess with a chick with fucked up toes) NEXT!

I stopped at the local drug store to get me some skittles……….gotta love that rainbow! Um, okay, she was about 5’3, light brown, nice teeth, small in the waste and cute in the face and too phat in the ass, just the way I like em’…………..”Eeeeexcuse me, miss?” I managed to get out, as she passed by, smelling like Calvin Klein’s Truth. MMMMmmm, love a girl that smells good.

“Yes?” she turned around with a devilish smile. Or so I thought.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you could tell me the time?” I thought of a quick line to get her hooked just long enough to feel her out. With a cute smile, she turned her right wrist up towards my face. I peered with tight eyes as if I could not see. (Rule Number two: always act as if you are not capable of seeing, hearing or noticing) “The numbers on your watch are so small!” I reached for her tiny wrist. She smiled as I replied. “Okay, that’s better” I played it off just so I could touch her. Her skin was soft…a good indication that she probably used baby lotion and Vaseline intensive care to soften that body of hers. Cool. “So, what’s your name?” I shyly-boldy asked. Not knowing if she had a man or what. But, I would pursue as if she’d be mine by the end of the day.

“Montana” she smiled again. “Like the state, just not as big.” Cute sense of humor.

I could dig this. I noticed a dimple on her left cheek. I am a lover of dimples. “I’m Corie” I was a mildly thugged out in my jeans and timbs a white wife beater and a baseball cap that said FREAK in red letters. I was rough enough for her to notice that I was definitely not hoping to be her shopping partner. I hoped I didn’t offend her too soon, though.

“Nice to meet you…..um….Corie. I like your hat.” She winked.

(Rule Number three: If a girl that you assume to be straight gives you this much conversation on the first try………she’s probably down…….proceed) “Thanks, I like your……..toes.” I grinned slyly.

She looked down. “You like my feet?” She chuckled a prissy little laugh as I detected some amusement in her voice. We were standing there in the middle of the tobacco aisle as I discretely scoped her. Her hair was up in a twist off the back of her neck that I envisioned licking lightly. Kissing softly. “So, you from live around here?” I imagined that she was striking conversation to keep me for a while. That’s what I wanted to think. The mind is a powerful thing cuz next thing I know, she’s writing her number on the back of an old receipt. Montana – 555-6528.

“So, you want me to call you?” I played the game.

“Yea, don’t you want to?” She played back. “Maybe we could do lunch or something. Or we could go shopping for watches” she winked.

“Aight, well, I’ll give you a call.” She walked out and I exhaled. That was easy enough. The girl at the register smiled at me as I paid for my skittles, fifty three cents. “You have a blessed day, maam!” she said as I walked out the door. I looked at the back of the receipt. Baby powder, floral masengil, Vaseline intensive care. “Oh, I hope to have a very blessed day, you do the same.” (Rule number four: a woman who takes pride in her body is always a good thing – take advantage)

3 pm

Chilling at Toni’s house. My main dog. We’ve been friends since the first grade. Who’d of ever thought we’d be rolling together the way we do. Smoking blunts together, getting pussy together, hitting the clubs together and chilling like shit most of the time. Keisha, her girl, had just walked in when we were talking about hitting the new joint SHAZZI’s tonight. Keisha is a round the way girl. Always got the newest, flyest shit. And spoiled rotten.

“I hope you don’t think you goin’ no where tonight, Toni.” She walks in like she knows she the shit. Toni rolls her eyes and mumbles a discreet “shit!” Keisha gives me a sarcastic smile and rubs Toni’s shoulders from behind.

“Look, Keisha, I aint feelin’ this shit! I’m aint gon’ be sittin’ round here waitin’ on your ass tonight. I said I wanted to go out and…..”

She’s abruptly cut the fuck off. “….Wait, wait, wait, motherfucker……..you aint said shit!!!……..Now I told your ass last week that you aint’ gon’ be down at nobody’s club while you with me!” Keisha looks at me. “Corie can do what the fuck she wants to do but, YOUR ass aint goin’ no where!”

Toni looks as if she is both embarrassed and shocked that Keisha would buss off on her in front of me. But, that’s Keisha. “Aight, man, look………I’mma holla at you later, let me talk to this girl.” Toni looks as if she is stressed out already and is not looking forward to the conversation.

“I understand, man, hit me later, aight?” (Rule number five: Never let your girl put you in a compromising situation in front of your partners)

I give a sympathetic look and head towards the door. “Byyyye, Corie!!!!” Keisha yells from the back. I can almost see her ugly ass, cynical, facial gesture as I mumble, not loud enough for her to hear, “Byyyye, bitch!!!” I chuckle and I’m out.

On my way home, I remember Montana. Or was it Denver? I pull out the piece of paper she wrote her number on. “Damn, Montana.” I think to myself. Should I call? Should I wait till later or even tomorrow? I pull out my cell and start to dial. (Rule number six: Never call too soon…….makes you look pathetically pressed.) I hang up. But, I keep thinking about those thighs, mmmm, the way she wiggled when she walked away. I pick the phone back up. Fuck rule number five, shit, I gottsta get mine.

“Hello, this is Montana, like the state…..I’m not available at this time, but I would like to talk to you, so leave a message and I’ll call you back…..beeeeeeep” The damn answering machine.

I decide to leave a message. “Hey, what’s up, Montana-like the state….this is Corie….I met you today in the CVS……you tryin’ to hook up tonight? I’d like to see you. 555-2341, hit me” I hang up. Not more than a minute later the phone rings. “Yea” I answer.

“Hey, it’s Montana! How are you?” She sounded sweet and calm.

“I’m……good.” Cheesing like shit as I spoke.

“I’m so sorry for not answering, I was sitting here doing my toes and they were wet and I had to….” She was real cute in her tone.

“Okay, you don’t have to apologize. I’m just glad you called me back. What are you doing tonight?” I ask.

“Nothin’, I had planned on ordering Chinese and a movie and calling it a night. Wanna come over?” She was forward and sure. I liked that.

“Sure, where do you live?” I replied.

“Okay, listen, let me finish doing what I’m doing and I’ll call you back with the time and the place, k? She assured.

“Aight, hopefully, I’ll talk to you later then.” I hung up and turned up my music. I can’t deny it, I’m a fuckin’ rider, you don’t wanna fuck wit’ me…….truth I got my thang wit’ me…..” I smile to myself “F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S!!” (Rule number six: Know when to dismiss a rule, cuz it might be in your best interest.)

9pm

I arrive at Montana’s place around 9:20 pm. Charming little abode with incense and candles and shit. I was starting to think that maybe she was the player, not me. Hold the fuck up!! Then rule number seven put me back into perspective. (Rule number seven: In all situations, never get it twisted, “YOU ARE THAT MUFUCKA!”) She was wearing white Capri pants with a white tank top that said “DOWN ASS CHICK” in black letters, sandals and a single silver band. Makeup was natural, her hair was in a simple pony tail and her toes were painted red. I was definitely feeling her earlier but she put a whole new twist on shit at this point.

I wanted her, but, I didn’t want to fuck things up by moving too fast. “Nice place” I say.

“Thanks, I’ve only been here a few months, so, its still new to me” she handed me a drink and sat down on the couch next to me. “You think I’m gay don’t you?” I was blown by her overtness. Then I think to myself, “Oh, shit, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?”

“Um, where’d that come from?” I react fast in my answer, but not too much information. I wanted to see where she was coming from. I sat my drink down on the glass coffee table.

“I mean, for real, what’s the real reason you came over here? Why’d you pick me up today in the drug store?” She moved closer to me.

I picked my drink back up and began to sip. My face turning brick red. I’d hoped to be doing > the influencing not being on the other end. “Um, what do you mean?” I choked. “Damn”, I thought. I’m choking and shit and the pussy is right here.

“You said you liked my toes, didn’t you?” she was seductive in her tone.

“Yea, I did, didn’t I?” I began to warm up and felt a little more comfortable with the conversation.

“Would you like to see them. I painted them for you……..red.” She slipped off her shoes and plopped her feet in my lap. (Rule number eight: Always let the pussy lead.)

“Nice feet, so you painted them for my, huh?” I let my hand jiggle her pinky toe.

She squealed. “I’m tickkkkllisshhhh!!!” I see she wanted to play so, I proceeded to play.

“Oh, you can’t stand the pain, I see? Where else are you ticklish?” That was a trick question. Not really expecting her to respond.

“Right here” she pointed to her belly button. “Damnnnnn!” I thought. What the fuck is this girl trying to do? She just told me that she wasn’t gay…….or did she? “Hey, didn’t you just say you weren’t gay? I asked as I touched.

“I didn’t say that? She purred. “I said you think I’m gay, that’s what I said.

“So, are…..” I began.

“Shhhhhh, she hushed my words with one finger. (Rule number nine: Shut the fuck up if the pussy tells you to in this situation.) So I tickled some more, but she wasn’t laughing or squirming like when I touched her feet. She had begun to gape her legs just enough to get my attention. Things were getting steamier by the minute. Even a bit faster than I thought. She stood up as I was about unbutton her pants, just to see if she’d let me.

“Oh, my bad……I was just trying to….” I tried to apologize not knowing if she was gonna go off on me or not.

“No, I just thought I’d help you cuz these are kinda tight. She smiled and turned around. It took every bone in my body to keep my hands to myself at this point so I reached for my drink to finish it off. When I looked up, she was undressed all the way down to her tank and underwear. The sight was……..heavenly. Nice phat thighs, small frame with just the right amount of jiggle in her ass. She straddled me and moaned, “Come on……let’s go play” I lifted her with her legs still wrapped around my waist as she kissed my neck.

“Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” I thought. Didn’t even have to work for this shit. Mission almost complete. I was finally at rule number ten when I layed her down on her bed. She was so wet, my jeans were soaked from pussy juice that I could smell it………not to mention taste it…..mmmm, Victoria’s Secret and shit. The wild part is, I never even took off my clothes. When I got home that night I could still smell her on my face and I slept like a motherfuckin’ baby.

(Rule number ten: DON’T QUIT UNTIL THE MISSION IS COMPLETE)

THE END

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