Things that makes you go home
Beep-Beep beep”. DJ awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. “Why did I have to promise momma that I would go to church today” she thought to herself as she rolled her over to turn it off. She just wished she could spend this Sunday morning in bed recuperating from the glorious night she had with Ian. Ian was the man that she was finally able to meet after months of IM-ing, emailing and playing phone tag. She began to caress her nipples and explore her wetness as her thoughts wandered back to the previous evening. The way his lips felt, the softness of his touch, the way he smacked her ass while taking her from behind. Just as she was about enjoy the bliss of another orgasm, the phone rang and brought her back to reality. It was her mother reminding her to get up, get herself together, and meet her at the church by 11:30 am. As much as DJ wanted to linger in the bed, she knew she had to get moving or she was gonna be late and would never hear the end of it. She arrived to the church promptly at 11:25 am and spent a few minutes checking her reflection in the mirror before getting out. She was greeted by the usher and her mother tapping her watch. She embraced her mother and they took their seats as service was about to begin. It had been a few months since DJ had been to Sunday services with her mother, and she noticed that the congregation had grown. DJ leaned over to her mother and whispered, “the church has really grown and it‘s looking rather nice”. Her mother just nodded and said “Every since the new minister and his family have been here, the pastor has made quite a few improvements”. DJ noticed how the service was seeming more upbeat and lively than ever before. She thought to herself that she might have to start coming a lil bit more often. The service got to the part that DJ dreaded the most, the sermon. Now don’t get her wrong, DJ prays and reads her bible, but her mother’s pastor talked in a monotone voice and was extremely long winded. The man could put u to sleep faster washing down a sleeping pill with a shot of Nyquil. DJ had closed her eyes, bowed her head and began to pray when all of a sudden there was something strangely familiar about the voice. It wasn’t that of the pastor. This voice instantly made her thoughts drift back to the events of last night. It was as if Ian was back in her ear asking “who’s pussy is this” and telling her “cum all ova this dick”. DJ shook her head in confusion. When she opened her eyes gazed upon the pulpit, the voice belonged to the newest minister of the church, Ian. PART2 Dj shook her head, closed her eyes, and opened them back up. She had to be dreaming “WTH”, this shit can’t be real. When she opened her eyes and looked, there stood Ian. “How could the man that she’s been talking to over the last few weeks be a man of God? How could this be the same man that made her pussy quiver and tingle last night be the new minister her mother has been raving about?” DJ said to herself. DJ tapped her mom and let her know that she didn’t feel well. She had to go. She just needed to get out of there in a hurry. She quickly and quietly left the service. DJ couldn’t wait to get home. Her mind was a blur. There were so many questions going through her mind and nobody to answer them right then. She couldn’t call any of her girls to discuss this crazy shit. “WTF!!!!!!!!!!!” was as she could think about. DJ decided she needed a glass, maybe a bottle, of wine to calm her nerves. After consuming a few glasses, her thoughts wandered back to when she first spotted him. One night while strolling through the “dark side” on NA, She saw a post entitled “Promise I’ll make u soak the sheets”. DJ thought to herself, “this n****a seems a lil overconfident and downright cocky. Watch him be hit with a lil dick. “She clicked on his post and boy was she ever fooled. This brotha was absolutely beautiful, nice caramel colored skin, washboard abs, thick thighs and dick for days. Make u fan yourself while saying “oooooh lawd”. She couldn’t help but to join her fellow ladies and complimenting such a work of art. She had to let him know that sista from nearby was wondering if he tastes as good as he look. A few days later, she receives a message from the brotha she wouldn’t mind tasting. He introduced himself as Ian and let her know how much he adored her compliment and that he had checked out her posts, as well. He would love the opportunity to chat with her and get to know her a lil better. She quickly shot off a reply, letting him know that it would be her pleasure to get to know him better. She immediately sent a request to add him to her buddy list. DJ found out that Ian was in his mid 30s, 3 kids, and self-employed. Nothing she couldn’t handle. She was only 32, no kids, and happily employed. They chatted for a bit, and then opted to exchange cell phone numbers. Their conversations progressed at a rapid pace. Before long, a comment about the rain would turn into some of the best phone sex DJ had ever experienced. Hearing the sound of Ian’s voice would make DJ’s clit throb and turn her pussy into a running faucet. PART3 DJ led him into the house. Once the door closed, Ian opened his arms and DJ fell into his welcoming embrace. He smelled so good and his body felt very firm. When DJ looked into Ian’s eyes, his lips softly brushed hers. It was as if we had known each other for years, not just the last few months. Their embrace tighten and his lips found hers. Their tongues began to wrestle and jockey for position in each other’s mouths. It was as if they were both starving on death row and were about to enjoy their last meal. We wanted it, we needed and craved it, but we also wanted to savor it. Ian broke the kiss. “We’ll never make it to dinner, if we keep this up”, he said.