There was this time where I met this guy, lets call him Lawrence. Me and Lawrence initially met on the internet and when we decided to meet in person and we met at a local lounge. I brought friends with me and so did he. After I walked in and we recognized each other I sat over by where him and his friends were. He was fine as hell, better looking than his pictures and he was feeling me too. The conversation was going good and there was definitely some chemistry. He then introduced me to his friends and as I went around shaking hands, exchanging warm smiles, trying to remember names one friend's smile was a little too warm. He looked into my eyes with a lust so hot it made the room warm. During our few second exchange he looked me dead in my eyes and never averted his stare. All of this while I was right next to Lawrence. The worst thing about it was that he was fine too. He was sexy, they were both sexy. Damn, what's a nigga to do?
As the night went on any time I looked in the friend's direction there was that same lustful stare. It got to the point where I avoided eye contact with him, but even then I could feel his gaze burning the side of my face. I'm trying to do the right thing, why is he making it so hard? The crazy thing about it is that Lawrence seems like the type that likes me and would wanna take things slow with me. His friend however seemed like he'd wanna get to know me eventually, like after I fucked the hell out of him, which is cool too, y'all know I like that kinda shit. But I remained a good boy. Eventually the friend walked away from us during the course of the night. As he sashayed toward the dance floor I could see the way his pants sagged to perfectly hug that phat ass of his. Damn.
I remained cool and continued to talk to Lawrence, who is still fine and sexy as hell, just not as flirtatious and overt. Even though overt can be such a turn on. I looked at it this way, right is right and fair is fair. I did come out to meet Lawrence so I know it'd be fucked up of me to try to holla at his friend on some sneak shit. Though Lawrence and I weren't married or nothing I at least owed him the respect of not talking to his boy. Damn I wish they didn't know each other or would have at least came separately so I could find a way to make trying to holla at the friend okay. But alas it is not. A year or two ago I woulda said fuck it and got the friend to the side and got them digits and wrote a blog post about how amazing the first date sex was, but I've grown since then, fucking growth. So I went home that night and masturbated about it and continued to court Lawrence. It was the right thing to do. But every so often an evil thought about fucking his friend crossed my mind, but I pushed them away. Life's all about choices people. But I know that sex probably woulda been off the hook. Damn, dayum, DAMN!
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Playing In The Background...
"Take Me On The Floor"
by The Veronicas
from the album "Hook Me Up"
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