Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) (3 page)

"Oh really?"

"Really?!"

"Ok then. Well cum on this dick. C'mon."

"Ok…ok. I feel it. Stay right there."

"Ok."

"Ok. I'm about cum. Baby, I'm about to cum!
Ahhhhh!"

"Damn girl. I'm about to cum too.
Grrrrrr!"

We climaxed simultaneously and fell on the
sofa in a sweaty heap. We were huffing and puffing for several
minutes. The definition of amazing sex. It is rare a woman and I
climax simultaneously.

"Damn. I didn't mean to cum in you. The
sexual tension was just too intense."

"I understand. Besides, I'm on birth control.
So you don't have to worry about any little Devin's running
around," she exhaustively.

"Oh word? That's cool because you made me
bust enough to probably make 1000 little Devin's."

We both laugh together.

"So…are you still reading me a bedtime
story?"

"No. I need someone to read me a bedtime
story now." We laugh again.

"That's what I like about you. Your sense of
humor." She said, yawning.

"Thank you. Well Lucy, it is time for you to
go night-night. Maybe we will make it upstairs this time." She
leans forward to kiss me.

I grabbed her hand and we went upstairs to my
bedroom.

"Hey. You want me to cook breakfast in the
morning?"

"Well only if you can cook.".

"Yes, I can cook, silly."

"Well my taste buds can't wait to find
out."

I rarely allow a woman to spend the night. I
admit…I Lust Lucy.

(2Pac "Ambitionz Az A Ridah"
playing from my headphones)

"6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Whew! Shit! That's a lot of
weight!" I bellowed to myself.

I'm doing my favorite pastime, weightlifting.
I love lifting weights! There is something about manly and innate
weightlifting. Also, I love upgrading my physique. Back in the day,
I as a chubby kid. Back in the day, you could not pay me to
exercise nor eat proper. Everything edible was up for grabs! I ate
fruits and vegetables but preferred a "healthy diet" of Skittles,
king size Snicker bars and your favorite candy bar growing up. I
would wash all it down with a jug of Jungle Juice. I still wonder
how I managed not to OD from sugar by the age of 10!

It wasn't until I attended The University of
Memphis when I got into the fitness lifestyle. How could I not?
Females where everywhere! If I wanted to make an impression on
them, I needed to upgrade my physique ASAP. I began going to the
school's recreational center 3 days per week. At first, lifting
weights felt like a chore my mom made me to do on Saturday morning.
Eventually, when I started seeing results, I was hooked. Forget
weed, ecstasy and molly. Weightlifting is my drug of choice. Ten
years later, I am still a fiend for iron.

"I see someone got an adrenaline boost today.
Let me guess. It was that fine pink dress girl you were talking to
at The Premiere this past weekend?" asks Big Rob with a big
"Kool-Aid" smile. Rob and I usually work out together at Freewill
Fitness gym; especially on days we don't have any clients to
train.

"Playa, I don't even know where to start!" I
said. I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I stared across
the room while visualizing all the "sensual mischief" me and Lucy
engaged in this past weekend. Unlike women, we men do not go into
step-by-step accounts of what happened between a lady friend and
us. We only care for the juicy facts (i.e. she a screamer, the
pussy good, etc.). We may even exaggerate the facts at times. With
me, I prefer to keep it real…for the most part.

"Big Rob, the sex was…was the shit! That
woman knew what she was doing."

"For real? Mane, I seen y'all was conversing
for a minute. She seemed like she was feeling you. I started
talking to this dark skin girl. I turn around, poof! Ya'll were
gone!" he exclaim. We both laugh.

"Yea man. You know how I do. I had to close
the deal and get up out of there. "

"I see. So what happened next?"

"Well after going to IHOP and chopping it up
some more, we headed back to my spot."

"Ugh oh! So you took her to Dab's playhouse
huh?" We began chuckling.

"You already know playa."

"Ok. So keep going. What happened next?" Rob
sat down beside me with his arms folded in anticipation of my next
response.

"Man, what didn't happen next." I began
smiling while shaking my head in delight.

"We sat on the sofa and start slipping on
some Moscato to unwind. Before you know, I'm holding her ass up and
digging her out."

"Damn. I guess you had to show her how much
strength you gained within these four walls. He begins pointing
around the gym. We started laughing.

"Yea I did. I tried to take her up to the
bedroom but oh well."

Rob shake his head. "Mane, you know you be
having some fun. What's her name by the way? Better yet, do you
even remember her name?"

"Yes, I remember her name. It's Lucy."

"Lucy, huh? Like 'I Love Lucy'?" Rob says
while playfully punching my arm.

"Yea. Ain't no love involved though. She is a
cool one though."

"Oh ok. So you know what I'm about to ask
next. "He begins looking at me intently. "Did you strap up?" Big
Rob is such a huge proponent of wearing condoms. The reason he is
due to having 2 kids by 2 different women. Both of them are hitting
him up for child support. It saddens me whenever I think about it
but Rob has been a man about it. He owns up to his
transgressions.

"Welllllll", I said while trying not to spill
the truth.

"Devin??? C'mon playa. You know how
scandalous these women are nowadays. They will try to get a man of
your caliber anyway possible. You see what happened to me."

"Yea I know. I tried to pull out but it was
feeling too good. She said she was on BC (birth control)
though."

"That's what they all say. Hopefully, she
didn't mean BC as in 'baby coming'."

I almost spit out the water I sipped in
laughter. "Rob you a fool. I hope you're right. I can't deal with a
little one right now. Besides, I got big plans for myself."

"Yes you do. You're young and got plenty of
shit to accomplish first before starting a family. I wish I was in
your position. "

As Rob uttered those words, I start looking
around the gym. I envisioned ownership. Since becoming a personal
trainer, I had aspirations of owning a gym. Working for someone
else for the rest of my life isn't going to cut it. I want to make
money under my own roof. If it ever was going to happen, I needed
to devote time and commitment.

"Hey. I'm getting hungry. Want to go grab a
bite to eat?" asks Rob.

"Sure. All this talking has made a brotha
hungry," I reply. We proceed to the double-glass front
entrance.

Two questions permeate my mind: How to open a
gym and what Lucy is doing. Am I starting to fiend for her? Nah!
She makes one hell of an omelet though.

(Marvin Gaye "Just To Keep You
Satisfied" playing in the background)

"I'm sick of this shit Larry! You always
coming home at all hours of the night smelling like whiskey and
cheap perfume," exclaimed Teresa. I can't take it no more."

"What are you talking about, Teresa? I was
just out with my friends at a bar drinking and having a good time.
Why can't you trust me?" replies Larry.

"Do you take me as a fool?" my mother
retorted. You were at the bar alright. You were at the bar with
some floozy! This isn't right and I'm contemplating a divorce."

"Teresa, please don't say that. Our love is
too strong."

He began moving towards my mother to console
her but she backed away. My mother sat down with her arms folded.
Her body language spoke of disgust and distrust for my father. My
father sat next to her and continues his attempt of consolation.
Finally, my mother cries and hugs him back. They intertwined images
begins to blur.

Beep! Beep! Beep! "Huh?" "What" I woke up
sweating profusely. I quickly cut off my annoying alarm clock. I
rub my head and begin looking up at the ceiling. For the past
several months, the same argument between my parents replays in my
dreams. I wondered if this scenario played any bearing to my
current dating lifestyle. The older I get, my imagination creep
towards being in love and marrying a beautiful, intelligent woman
with smooth, mahogany skin. In other words, marrying a sista' who
is bad to the bone! That plan gets thwarted whenever memories of my
parent's chaotic union resurface. Lord knows I got zero tolerance
for such drama. Besides, lusting multiple women seems more fun than
loving one. My social life is like a bag of Lay's potato chips, I
just can't have one woman.

I sat up in my king-size bed and reached over
to grab my smartphone off the nightstand. The average man checks
their phone in the morning for the weather report. I view what
latest female has contacted me. It could be a late night,
intoxicated voice-mail exclaiming she is thinking about me. Or it
could be a female who sent a picture revealing her breast, booty or
even better, her feet. Name a body part on a female's anatomy and
there is a 99.9% chance I woken up to it. Like kids on Christmas
morning, I'm eager as hell to check what "presents" my phone
receives every morning.

***

(Too Short "I'm A Player" playing
in the background)

Since the mid-2000s, talking to females via
internet is my thing. Blackplanet, Facebook, Tagged, Myspace
(pre-2008), and Plenty of Fish (POF) are some of the social media
sites where my game rose. There is nothing better than conversing
with a chick in the city while chilling in my boxers. The internet
created a slew of sexual encounters that may have never
occurred.

It is a Saturday afternoon and I login to POF
to determine what "fish" I could catch. Most think I live for the
nightlife but I'm actually a homebody. I'd rather get a chick to
come over my place to chill (i.e., converse, laugh, sip some wine
and make her howl like a werewolf at a full moon in that order).
Hell, the only reason I go out (especially nightclubs and bars) is
to get a female back to my place.

I decided to login POF. Scrolling through
profiles on POF, I witness this attractive caramel complexion
female named Keisha. Examining her profile page, she seems legit
(i.e., do not seem like she is crazy). She is in school, non-smoker
and no kids. So far, so good! I see she is online so I decided to
send her a message.

"Hey Keisha. May I ask you a question?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"I see you are into motorcycles. Interesting!
Most females wouldn't touch a motorcycle let alone ride one. Lol.
What made you get into them?"

"Lol. Yea I know. What can I say? I'm a
unique girl. Lol. I got into them because I use to ride with my dad
on his motorcycle as a little girl. They fascinated me so I started
riding them myself when I got older."

"That's interesting. So daddy's little girl
got her own motorcycle now huh?"

"Lol. I guess you can say that. So what made
you get on POF?"

"To look for a woman who ride motorcycles."
(smiley face)

"Lol! Devin, you are too much. So the women
you seek have to ride a motorcycle?"

"She could ride a tricycle for all I care.
Lol. If she piques my interest like you do, then I got to see
what's up with her." (winky face)

"Oh ok. So what are you trying to say?"
(smiley face)

"Well it's not what I'm trying to say, but
what I like for you to do. I want you to give me a call at
901-555-7747 tonight at 7pm. We can go from there."

"Ok. That sounds good. I will definitely give
you call."

"Alright! You do that motorcycle lady."
(smiley face)

"Lol. Will do." (smiley face)

Keisha called me around 7pm and we conversed
for about 30 minutes. She seems like a cool chick. In addition to
her POF profile info, I discovered she is twenty-seven, graduated
from Lane College, and is a manager at FedEx. She recently got out
of a 5 year relationship so she isn't looking for a boyfriend. My
type of gal!

Depending on a woman's vibe (and comfort
level), I will invite her over to chill or we can go out somewhere
first. Our sexual chemistry was apparent so I invite her over.

She came over 2 hours after our phone
conversation. We hit it off in more ways than one. We had sex and
yes, I wore a condom this time (Big Rob would be proud). When
Keisha left, I plopped on my big white sofa and kicked my feet on
the swivel oak wood coffee table.

"Man, I love my life!" I fantasized of having
moments like this back in high school when females were unaware of
my existence. I've come a long way.

"Hmmm. I wonder what Lucy is up too?" I
pondered to myself.

Since our first meeting, we maintain contact
via text messages. We've been unable to hangout due to her hectic
schedule. It is something intriguing about Lucy. I cannot fully
grasp what it is yet. Oh well! I will continue to "physically
grasp" these other Memphis females in the meantime.

*Doorbell ring 3
times*

"Hello Devin. So you decided to check on your
old mama huh?" my mother said with a refreshing smile.

"Mama, don't start. You know how busy I am
with work and everything else going on in my life," I replied while
greeting her with a warm, embracing hug. I observed how beautiful
my mother is at 55 years old. Her reddish-brown skin is smooth with
hardly any wrinkles. A golden necklace adorns her neck. She is in
her favorite maroon silk nightgown. At 5'1, my mother was never the
tallest but would throw on some heels in a heartbeat to adjust the
setting.