Social Networking

It was another Monday afternoon and I was bored at work until he logged on. The chat box popped up:

Him: How's it going?
Me: Cool. Another day, another dollar.
Him: I saw your FB status update. That's hilarious!
Me: It wasn't when it happened. Such is the life of a parent.
Him: I wouldn't know.
Me: You will know soon enough. When are y'all due?
Him: Two more months. Don't try to speed it up.
Me: Just get your sleep now cause it's a wrap when the little one shows up.
Him: That's what I keep hearing.
Me: Truth! Y'all start packing yet?
Him: Not yet - we are really procrastinating.
Me: Don't you move soon? Like a week?
Him: Two weeks and we will be moving on up to your high falutin neighborhood.
Me: Welcome to the hood! It will be nice to have somebody I know so close.
Him: Are you flirting with me?
Him: J/K

As much as I try to play slick I wondered if he would catch my double entendre. As always, he did. Lucky for him today I'm in the mood to play.

Me: You ain't kidding. You would like to be so close.
Him: You ain't ready.
Me: I stay ready...

Time passes and he says nothing. What a fucking tease! Or maybe I scared him....

Me: Crickets....

Sometimes I persist in these matters, but every dude is different. Some like my aggressive nature and others are intimidated. I wouldn't take him for the kind to be easily scared off, but you never know...

Him: Sorry, I'm swamped here. People keep coming up to my desk.
Me: No worries.
Him: I ain't worried about you. You're a good Christian girl.
Me: That's what people say...
Him: You're in church every Sunday...
Me: Yeah, ok.
Him: sitting in the front...
Me: Uh huh
Him: writing the biggest check to the passa...
Me: gtfohwtbs
Him: You all talk.
Me: How would you know?

Again, he hits me with the prolonged silence. I wondered how far I could take him, how far he would go with me on this chit-chat. Just wondering about the type of things he might say to me made my nipples hard.

Him: I wouldn't know. But you've been a freak since we were teenagers.
Me: Say what?
Him: You know how rumors get spread around the church. We use to talk about you....
Me: That's a joke! I didn't do anything when I was in church.
Him: Now that's a joke!
Me: What the fuck?!?! What have you heard?
Him: I'm just playing. Calm down.
Me: I'm calm.
Him: Over there all hot and bothered.

Damn. Total call out. Should I go there? Fuck it....

Me: I am and it's your fault. Come cool me off.
Him: Told you. I knew it! Superfreak....
Me: You're right, I won't deny it. So now what? Are you all talk?
Him: Never. You can't handle this.
Me: I'm not scared. Or intimidated. Come show and prove.

Another pause. I bet he's over there thinking about it, imagining what my lips look like wrapped around his dick. His imagination can't touch the real thing.

Me: Your imagination can't touch the real thing. Cum show and prove.
Him: When and where?
Me: After work. Meet me at my loft.
Him: Ha! Is that why you have that "income property"? Your den of sin?
Me: GTHFOH! I've never done this before.
Him: I don't believe that.
Me: Fuck it then. I'm not meeting you if you think I'm a slore...
Him: A what? How do I know this is your first time?
Me: A slore = slut + whore. You don't know but I'm telling you. I'm not a cheater.
Him: But you are about to cheat!
Me: So are you!
Him: I have an excuse! My wife's on bed rest. I can't get none!
Me: I get plenty. I just want more.

Fuck it. Dude got my panties wet and then dried them in a matter of minutes. How lame! Did he really try to call me out? Total fail.

Him: Greedy.
Me: I won't deny that.
Him: So what time?
Me: No time. I've lost total interest.
Him: Why?
Me: You talking too much shit. I'm wanted to play but you're not that type. I'm not trying to corrupt you.
Him: I was teasing you.
Me: Uh huh.
Him: I'll still meet if you want.

This time I pressed the pause button. Let him marinate for a minute. I wanted him - thoughts of climbing that tall, chocolate body, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I envisioned him laying me back with my legs on his shoulders and him going deep, making me gush and splash all over his dick. I imagined him turning me over on my tummy and long-stroking me from the back, rubbing the head of his dick in between my ass cheeks. I imagined putting him on his back and sitting on his dick, squeezing it until it hurt, bouncing on it until I made him cum, and slow riding him back to supreme erectness so I could cum. We could do all those things and so much more. But...

Me: Meet me in the bar downstairs in the building for a drink. Maybe you can butter me up.
Him: Without a doubt.
Me: We'll see.

And then he did as he always does and logged off abruptly. That entire tête à tête almost got me through the work day. I wondered if he would actually show up cause Lord knows he ain't ready...

TO BE CONTINUED....