Do any of you guys have this problem? My girlfriend Tricia has three things on her mind. Commitment, ring and marriage. I get to hear about it on a regular basis. The thing is, I don't want to marry her. Right now I just want sex and I am getting very little of that. Tricia puts out because she has to. It is really too bad because my girlfriend is attractive and smart and has a good job.
We were invited to a party one weekend. We no soon get there than Tricia starts telling our friends she want to get engaged. I was within earshot of listening to all this nonsense. I think my face got crimson, I was so pissed.
"She shouldn't be talking like that," I heard a voice talking in my ear.
I turned around and saw Michelle. Michelle was a friend of Tricia's. She was an attractive light skinned black woman. I always liked Michelle. She was quiet and always kept to herself. It didn't hurt that she was hot looking. I looked at her ass on more than one occasion. I also had fantasized what it would be like to have Michelle in bed with me. I had never been with a black woman before.
Michelle reached into her purse and pulled out a pen and paper. She scribbled something down and handed it to me.
"Call me if you want to talk," she said.
I took the paper and looked at it. There was Michelle's name and phone number on it. I quickly stuck it in my pants pocket. Thankfully we didn't stay long at the party. On the way back I had to control myself. I wanted to start yelling at Tricia. When I pulled up at Tricia's apartment she asked if I was coming inside. I told her no. I couldn't wait to drive away.
I drove a couple of miles and pulled over. I dug out the piece of paper and looked at the phone number. I got my cellphone out and dialed Michelle.
"That was quick,"she said to me. "Did you want to come over now?"
I told her I was on my way. I got there in record time. Michelle opened the door and let me in. She was wearing a bathrobe. I could easily see her cleavage. Michelle offered me some wine and I said yes to a glass. We were sitting on the sofa together. We clinked glasses and I unloaded about my problems with Tricia.
"She shouldn't pressure you, I would never do that to someone I cared about."
I was looking Michelle over. I wanted to reach over and pull her bathrobe off. Michelle saved me the trouble.
"Do you want to stay tonight?" She asked.
Just like that, we were walking back to her bedroom.
"You might as well get comfortable," she said to me.