DidI pack my fuzzy socks?
“Shit. Are you gonna cum for daddy?”
I rolled my eyes at the stupid question Daniel asked as he humped on top of me. No matter how many times I told him I hated it when he called himself daddy, he continued to do it. Sex with him reminded me of when I was younger, and my middle school boyfriend and I used to dry hump in the basement of my aunt’s house.
Omar Wilkins and I were in love. He lived next door to my aunt Sheila, and he was friends with my brother. Whenever we went over to her house, Omar would come over and play with my brother. Whenever my brother wasn’t around, Omar and I dry humped like we knew what we were doing.
I hope I don’t forget to pack a few toys.
My mind was everywhere but on the sweaty dude pounding into me. It wasn’t fun pounding either. My titties bounced as I forced a moan here and there out of my mouth. I needed Daniel to hurry up because I had multiple things to do before my weekend getaway.
“Ugh.” Daniel’s body jerked a couple of times, then he rolled off me. “You good?” he asked while he pulled the sheet up.
He asked that question every time we had sex, and I always gave him the same answer. “Yes. I’m fine.” I tossed my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. I needed a second to gather myself because if I got out of bed too fast, I would get dizzy. One day, I got so dizzy I ended up on the floor. I lived alone, except for my cat, but he couldn’t help me. I had no choice but to get up on my own. I saw my doctor the week after, and he said that I was anemic. The anemia caused extra dizziness. I had to take iron pills consistently and take my time getting out of bed.
“I’m sorry I can’t take you out this weekend.”
I ignored him as I walked to the bathroom. I was mad at myself for letting him even come over.
Daniel was my on-again, off-again . . . something. I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend, but unfortunately, he was the only guy I had somewhat of a relationship with.
Daniel and I met in eighth grade when we had gym together. I was sad about Omar being transferred to a different school on the other side of town because his father had gotten a new job. Daniel was cute and funny, so when he asked for my number, I gave it to him. We became a couple the summer before our freshman year of high school. During the four years of high school, we broke up plenty of times because he thought he was a ladies’ man. We lost contact when we attended different colleges, but we found each other again a few years ago.
I quickly found out that Daniel still humped like a teenage boy. I barely got off whenever we were together unless he ate my pussy first. I believed I kept wasting my time with him because he was a safe option. The dating pool sucked, so if I had to deal with a humper, then I’d do it. Outside of the bedroom, we had fun, and I took the good with the bad. I had a drawer full of things that could help me get what he hadn’t been able to give me—an orgasm.
“It’s okay. I have plans,” I informed him as I came out of the bathroom.
He shot out of the bed and walked toward me.
“With who?”
I looked at him and smirked. His face was full of worry, and I wanted to be petty and lie, but I didn’t.
“Just me and Sparrow.”
I watched his chest deflate as I told him the truth. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. His spicy cologne tickled my nose. Daniel always looked and smelled good. He just needed to learn how to fuck better.
“I got worried for a minute. I know it’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and you deserve to be loved on.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry my boss has me on this special project. I hope you don’t find anyone else out there while I’m trying to plan a life for us.”
I didn’t want to tell him to give up that dream, but there was no way I saw a life with him. Yeah, he made me laugh, but I didn’t feel that giddiness in my stomach when I looked at him. All I saw was someone who was more like a friend with partial benefits. It was always great to feel his dick inside of me because it was girthy; he just didn’t know what spots to hit. At one point, I thought my pussy died on me because I couldn’t cum. One night, I decided to buy myself a vibrator, and that got the job done in seconds. Needless to say, my pussy was just fine.
“I understand, Daniel. Duty calls.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth and released me. “Thank you for understanding.” He walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up his clothes from the floor. “I promise I’ll make it up to you next weekend.”
His back was turned, so he didn’t see when I rolled my eyes. Who the hell wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day the week after? Daniel probably had a girlfriend he chose not to tell me about. The last few holidays, he’d beentoobusy, but I never believed him.
“You don’t have to.” The words to completely end things sat on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back.
“I insist.” He walked over to me and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “If you call me and I don’t answer, it’s because we are going to be extremely busy. I’ll just call you when I’m free.”
“No problem.”
Little did he know, I had no plans of calling him. I had a relaxing weekend planned with my cat, some wine, and a few books. My cabin in the mountains was booked and waiting for me.
I walked Daniel downstairs and locked up my house the second he stepped out of the door.
As soon as my feet touched the carpet in my room, I went to my drawer and pulled out my friend that could make me cum fast. I needed a nap, then I would finish packing what I needed.
