Tonight was the night. Trent was determined to enjoy some grown-up time with his girl. Keisha always complained about being too tired for sex, but not tonight. He'd left work early to make sure nothing stood in the way of them being together.
He was about to knock on the door, when he realized it was open slightly. When he opened the door, he had to adjust his eyes to the darkness. The music let him know she was in there somewhere. As he stepped closer, he saw two bodies intertwined in a sixty nine position. The woman let out a very familiar moan, and Trent knew it was his girl. Keisha had claimed she didn't like sucking dick. But there she was, in action. Trent watched her take all of it like she was trying out for the BJ Olympics. She still hadn't noticed he was standing there, so Trent turned off the stereo and turned on the light.
"What the fuck Keish?"
The mystery man jumped up and reached for his clothes. Trent realized that it was Keisha's neighbor. He got his pants on quickly and mumbled a "my fault" before leaving quickly.
"Trent, what are you doing here?"
"No, Keisha, what are you doing?"
"What did it look like? I'm tired of your shit Trent. You just show up at my place unannounced?"
"Well your door was open. You should be glad I’m not a killer.”
"Well you sure did kill the mood. Look Trent, you're nice and all, but I need a ruler, not a pencil."
"Maybe if you weren't getting your shit banged out by every dick in the building, you wouldn't need a ruler."
"If you're just gonna insult me, you can leave," Keisha said putting on her robe.
"Insult you? Fuck you Keisha. I hope you fall in love with an enormous dick and he fucks his way through all your friends."
Trent slammed the door as hard as he could. He wondered how long it would take Keisha to call ole boy back over for round two.
The entire ride home Trent kept glancing at his crotch. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't a pencil. With too much on his mind to be alone, he hoped his cousin Jaime was home, at the two bedroom apartment they shared.
"Whoa, what happened to you?"
"Keisha happened to me."
Trent gave him the complete run down. By the time he was done, Jaime was almost doubled over in laughter.
"Damn T, that sounds like some tv shit. You really told her you hope some big dick dude fucks all her friends? That's hilarious."
"It's the only thing I could think to say at the time. This shit really ain't that funny. This is my life!"
"Okay, but you brought it on yourself, like always."
"What? How?"
"You pick the wrong girls, man. Keisha is fine, but she's only a couple of bad decisions from the stripper pole. You need, a more wholesome girl."
Trent sat back on the couch, to digest what his cousin was saying. Did he really go for the wrong type of girl? Even though he was 26 he couldn't think of a past relationship that lasted more than a few months. He'd always thought the women just weren't ready, but would women like Keisha ever be ready for him?
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