What's up folks? I got a story to tell so pull up a seat and get comfortable. Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Terrance Johnson. I'm a student at Texas Southern University. I'm your average 23 year old college junior; adventurous, horny, and slightly intoxicated. I'm an true country boy from a small town in Alabama using college as an excuse to see new places. Enough about me, let's get to the good part. Most people would consider me somewhat of an smart ass, and that's mostly true, but that night my attitude paid its dividends.
Once again I had managed to get thrown out of a club for starting a fight. I was strolling down a Houston street when my cell phone rang. I answered to a girl's voice mumbling incoherently. I hung up figuring it was an ex-girlfriend playing a joke. I continued my walk home and my phone rang again. Same chick, so I decided to let the ass is me handle the situation.
"What's crackin'?" I answered. The chick on the other end just mumbled in my ear. "Who the fuck is this" I harshly replied. This took her by surprise and she immediately hung up. Feeling quite proud of myself I continued my walk. I was nearing campus when my phone rang again. I ignored the ring the first ten times but couldn't resist answering. "Who is it?" I shouted in the phone.
"It's B, why you so mad?" a sweet voice answered. I racked my brain. B? Ah, Bethany my first college conquest. A Houston native with a drinking problem. We met at a house party and I fucked her in the bathroom. I thought I told her to lose my number. I asked why she was calling out of the blue. She told me that she wanted to see me again. I laughed to myself and asked what she wanted. "I'm horny." she cooed in the phone. I stopped in my tracks and thought this through. I just got a call from a girl I hadn't spoken to in two years, and she's basically begging me to fuck her. What was I to do?
"Where you at?" I asked. She gave directions to a nearby Motel 6. I stopped at a convenience store to buy condoms (wrap it up) and caught a cab to the motel. I stood in front of the building trying to convince myself to go home. Just as the argument was getting good, I knocked on the door of room 223. A voice from inside welcomed me in. I opened the door to find B laying on the bed stark naked hugging a bottle of tequila. I stuttered, "B, Beyonce?" Someone up there really loves me. Through some miracle, I was drunk-dialed by Beyonce Knowles. I quickly stepped in and closed the door. She sat up on the bed and motioned me over. I froze, afraid to step closer and be discovered. She stood and approached me. I took this moment to drink in the beauty before me. 5' 7'' of perfection. Paper bag brown skin wrapped around a curvy frame worthy of the Louvre. Big, firm tits that bounced gently with her every step. Hips that swayed hypnotically in rhythm with some unknown song that I now loved. Damn, even this girls feet were fine
"Who the fuck are you?" crowed a very surprised Beyonce. I stepped back trying to think of a quick lie. "Who are you?" she repeated. She scurried across the room and draped a sheet over herself. "I'm calling the police." she stated angrily. I wasn't going to jail for nothing so I stepped forward and grabbed her arm.