BootyCall

Saturday morning, 'GarySpellman' called me out of the blue. We had only talked briefly about a month prior to that. We couldn't really talk then because I was at work. I had not seen Gary since he left our small town in North Carolina. But some how my brother had gotten his brother's number and he told my brother to give me his number. I left our small town in NorthCarolina after Gary and his family left so it had been some time since I'd heard or seen any of them. Gary had already met my children when he visited my moms one day. We'd spoke briefly then. Not about much. But the awkward moments on the phone with him told me that there was some unfinished business that he wanted to take care of. And now, years later, here I was on the phone talking to an old flame that was conjuring up old memories that I'd totally forgotten about. I remembered how I allowed Gary to explore my body one night. I was a virgin and didn't know anything about sex. All I knew is that I liked how he rubbed my clit and sucked on my nipples. I wanted him to do it all the time only Gary ignored me after that. I didn't think anything of it; I just found another guy to take his place. But when Gary saw me sitting on the other guy's lap he was furious. So furious, in fact, that later on that day he threw me to the ground, got on top of me, held my hands above my head so that I couldn't hit him and smacked me around a little bit. I was mad as hell and vowed for revenge!
But now here I am talking to Gary after all those years. Just listening to his voice on the phone reminded me how he use to suck on my nipples like there was no tomorrow. Now that I think about it, no one has ever sucked on them like he did. So, we're talking about old times and I asked him if he remembered beating me up. He said no at first. But as I kept telling him how I'd vowed to get revenge he says that if I hadn't did what I did then he wouldn't have had to handled me that way. So I said, "you do remember?" Which means that he had to remember that night that he and I were 'intimate'. So, finally I was ready to get off the phone and start my day, but before I hung up, Gary whispers my name so seductively through the phone that my panties became wet. I managed to say, "huh?"
He said," When it happens, just let it happen."
I didn't know what to say. But I hated it that my voice soften when I asked, "what are you talking about?" I knew what he was talking about and he knew that I knew. He just said, "nothing." Like he should not have said that because I may not want to when we finally see each other after some 20 plus years.
My head was floating after we hung up. Gary had conjured up some old feelings and I wanted to call him back but I was suddenly nervous.
I took a shower, still pondering his last words to me. I wondered why all of a sudden he's calling me. I'd just broken up with my boyfriend and told myself that I will leave men alone for a while. But Gary made me remember how it felt to be intimate without having sex. He was the first to show me.
I decided that I was going to call him back as nervous as I was. But instead of picking up the phone, I picked up the controller and started playing GrandTheftAuto, SanAndreas. I don’t know why I kept watching the clock. The moment that I thought of calling back at six o’clock, it was five thirty, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
His phone rang three times. I was hoping that his voice mail would pick up but he answered on the forth ring.
“What’s up babe?” I heard him say.
I said what’s up and asked him if he was busy.
He said, “no but remember the statement that I made before we hung up?”
“Yeah!” I said. “What was that all about?”
He said,” don’t worry about it. I just got caught up in some old feelings. Just been thinking about some stuff.”
I asked, “Are those old feelings in reference to me or just some feelings in general?”
He said, “just some feelings in general.”
I suddenly felt sad but that changed quickly when he said that he wanted to see me and kind of hinted on leaving Baltimore to come to WashingtonD.C. right then and there. But then he said that he couldn’t stay. I told him not to come if he couldn’t stay. He said that I was being selfish. I wondered what that meant?
Then he started talking about his bike and how wonderful it is to have sex on a bike. I asked him how does one do that and he said he’d have to show me.
Wow!!!
And he told me to forget about what he said: when it happens just let it happen.
He must be crazy!!!!

When I finally saw Gary a week later, I was surprised at how he managed to still look the same. He was still tall and slender with those sexy bowlegs that use to make me so crazy. Only now he had dreads down his back and a beard covering his face. He grabbed me and held me close to him telling me how good I still looked and that the pictures that I sent him via cell phone didn’t do any justice. Then he just tongue kissed me, the way he use to and at that moment I was transformed to that one night we shared together on my grandma’s front porch so many years ago.
We went out to eat and I watch as Gary charmed his way into the waitresses’ lives. He was definitely a charmer. We told them our story and from then on the whole restaurant were suckers for our love story. We told them how we were old sweet hearts and how we hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty-three years.
“Did you like him?” the waitress asked after Gary told her how crazy he was about me. I looked at Gary for a moment to see if he was comfortable with telling perfect strangers our story.
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you married?” she asked again.
“Separated.”
“And I could kill that nigger,” Gary added. “Got my baby all knocked up and now he ain’t now where to be found. I’d better not see him.” I wanted to tell Gary that my girls were grown now. But I didn’t need to. He already knew. He just hated that I’d started a life with another man other than him. I felt vulnerable for some reason.
“Thank you, Barbara,” he said after the waitress took our orders and left.
“For what?” I finally asked.
“For being you,” he said.
I blushed.

Afterwards we went back to my place but sat outside in his van and talked. After a minute or two the talking turned to sucking. Gary sucked my clit like no one had before, at least not in a long time. How I wished that I’d let him get the strawberry shortcake that he wanted so badly from the restaurant. He wanted to eat the strawberries and cream from my pussy but me being the somewhat shy conservative person that I am, I blushed and said no. I didn’t want Gary to go down on me at all but now that he was doing it I was in heaven. He took his time and licked me in all the places that he knew would drive me wild. He would stick his tongue inside of me and move it around as if it was searching for something. Then he came up for air, unbuttoned his pants and placed a condom on his dick. It was difficult for him to enter me; I had not had sex in a few months. When he finally entered, I cummed right away. I did not know how healthy his dick was! I’d rubbed against it when we were together years ago. But I never knew how long and thick it was until he leaned back on the seat and told me to ride it. I’d come face to face with it when I crawled on time of him. As I rode him, I cummed several times but Gary wanted me to get off of him.
“Why,” I asked still riding him.
“Because I don’t want you to use me for sex. Get off of me,” he said kind of scarily. But I felt myself about to explode.
“I can’t,” I whispered, ready to cum again. But Gary lifted me and told me to look out of the back window.
“What am I looking for,” I said bending over the seat slightly.
“I’m sure you’ll find something amusing,” he said. And he entered me. I did every thing in my power to not scream but I couldn’t help it. It was screams of pleasure and fulfillment all in one. He parted my thighs more and lifted me into him.
“Say you’ll be my baby,” he said.
“What?” I asked still screaming.
“Say it right now. Say you’ll be my baby.”
“I’ll be . . .” but it was all that came out. I was too busy enjoying his sweetness inside of me to say anything other than my screams of pleasure. Then he took his dick out of my pussy and laid me on my back. He entered me again; pumping his shaft in me like he didn’t have much time.
“I don’t want to cum,” he whispered to me.
“Why not?” I asked. I would have loved to feel his warm juices inside of me. Just the thought of it as I write this turns me on. I wished that he wasn’t wearing that condom because I wanted to feel him naturally. It was at that moment that I cummed for the umpteenth time.
“Just hearing you cum so many times. I don’t want . . . “
Then he came.
“Your sexy black ass,” he said as he skeeted. I cummed along with him for the last time. We went into my apartment afterwards where I wanted more from him. But I slept on one couch and he slept on the other one. He left in the morning and I hadn’t heard from him in a month. When I did, I was furious but it was hard for me to stay mad for too long. I don’t talk to him anymore unless he drop me a text message from time to time. Gary just turned out to be like any other guy that just wanted some pussy. I think that he had someone in his life but didn’t want to tell me. It could have been so much sweeter if he’d told me. When I told him that I could not believe that he made a twenty something year booty call, he asked me was it worth the wait.
“Not really,” I said. But I didn’t want him to know that it was the best damn sex that I’d ever had. But if I couldn’t get it when I wanted it, there was just no point. I took Gary’s number out of my cell phone. It has been almost two months since then and I haven’t had any sex since then. Now where’s that damn number?