Madison's cell phone vibrated in her purse. She knew who she was hoping the call was from, and when she looked down at the caller ID, she was pleasantly surprised. Willing someone to call almost never worked, but this time it had. When she opened her cell phone to receive the call, she tried to sound as cool as possible, although in reality she could barely contain her excitement. "Hello?" she said, as casually as her voice would let her. "I'll meet you at your spot in twenty," responded the deep voice on the other end of the line. Wiley had such a sexy phone voice; it was no wonder that he worked in radio.
Although Wiley and Madison had been seeing each other on and off for a few months now, things had started to get more serious after she returned from Spring Break on the Cayman Islands a few days early. She had returned home to see Wiley perform a show at a venue that caters to local performers. But recently, things between the two of them had been different...and not in a good way. Madison and Wiley had been fighting recently, which made the call this afternoon that much more exciting. Wiley's ex-girlfriend had been in town for the past couple of days, and Madison had spent the entire weekend biting her fingernails in nervous anticipation of what Wiley might be doing with his ex. With his muscular physique, handsome face, Wiley could get almost any girl he wanted, and he knew it. Now that Madison and Wiley had given each other some distance over the weekend, Madison was ready to reconcile...and she knew just how she wanted to do it.
After her brief conversation with Wiley, Madison hopped in her car to head back to apartment where she was meeting him in twenty minutes. Luckily, Madison had opted for a racier-than-usual outfit today, partially because she knew she'd probably be seeing Wiley. Her outfit, although flirtatious, wasn't overly suggestive; it was just Madison's style. She had chosen a slightly see-through tight, white tee that accentuated her sizable breasts perfectly. Madison drew attention to her tight top with a lacy black bra underneath. She had let her long, blonde hair down this afternoon, because she knew it would made Wiley think of how it looked some mornings after they woke up together. He always said he liked her hair "messy," probably because it reminded him of the things they had done the night before. The jeans she wore were more than a little snug, from her shapely thighs and ass all the way down to her narrow, feminine calves and ankles. Madison had always been complimented on her mile-long legs, and she knew just how to show them off.
As she was pulling up to her apartment, Madison's phone began vibrating again. She glanced at the caller ID and thought to herself, again? It was Wiley, sending her a text message to tell her that he had already arrived at her apartment, and had taken the liberty of letting himself in. Madison was only surprised because Wiley, in an attempt to remain mysterious and alluring, rarely called her so often. It appeared as though, this time, Wiley was as eager as she was to see where the afternoon would lead them.
When Madison opened the door to her apartment, she immediately saw Wiley already relaxing on the couch, watching some TV. He was wearing a crisp, bright blue button-down shirt, which perfectly accentuated his smooth, dark skin. Madison had always loved loved the sharp contrast of his dark skin against her creamy complexion as they lay together in bed. After flinging her purse on the floor, Madison exhaled loudly and dropped onto the couch next to Wiley.
"How ya' been?" She asked casually.
"You look good," Wiley replied, sidestepping her question.
As they sat on the couch together, Wiley and Madison talked about their respective weekends, each leaving out just enough details to peak some curiosity in the other person. Sometimes it seemed like their relationship was based solely off of a constant battle to keep the other person slightly jealous. This aspect of their accord always worked magically, like an aphrodisiac.
"How was the ex?" Madison asked, kicking off her shoes, and laying her head on Wiley's lap.
"It was what it was," Madison heard Wiley say, to her frustration and delight. She wondered why he could never answer a damn question, although she silently admitted that she could be equally evasive.
As Madison relaxed into Wiley's lap, she couldn't help but notice that his cock was already hard. As much as she hated admitting to liking such shallow attributes in a man, Madison always loved the fact that Wiley became aroused so easily. It seemed like the second the two of them touched, even in a platonic manner, Wiley instantly became hard. Madison was never really sure whether Wiley was easily aroused by her, or easily aroused...period. Either way, feeling Wiley's hard cock from beneath his jeans was already starting to turn Madison on. She casually lifted her hand and placed it on the outside of Wiley's jeans, on top of his hard-on, and she could feel even more blood rush into his huge cock. Madison knew it was such a stereotype that black men had large cocks, but, after seeing Wiley for the first time, she understood why that stereotype had come into existence. Wiley's dick, at its hardest, was easily nine inches long; and it was the perfect width.
