(N.B. This is my very first attempt at writing erotic fiction, i would appreciate any constructive feedback you have! Thank you)
"Again... Seriously?" I sighed, disappointed. I was used to being disappointed by men, but I'd hoped my boyfriend would finally be different. He was a sweet guy. So nice and affectionate. But just like every other man in my life, I couldn't rely on him. "This is the third week in a row that you're ditching me, and for what? Some stupid video game.'
"It's not 'some stupid video game', Aly." He protested in a whiny tone, 'the guys and I have been waiting for this to come out forEVER! I can't let the guys down, you know? This is important to me!
"I know... " I sighed, hanging up the phone. "...and tonight was important to me." I said to myself, rolling over onto my back, stretching my legs out on my bed. I looked across my room at the dress I'd picked out for our date tonight, imagining the fun I should be having in it.
After sulking about for a while, I picked up my phone again and called Jenn, my best friend. "Hey," I said as she picked up.
"Again?" She asked, she could hear it in the tone of my voice. I didn't have to answer, it was a fate set in stone.
"I think at this point I should just be gay," I said, half jokingly. Although the temptation was getting more real by the day. It was clear to me that men could not satisfy me on an emotional or physical level. Jenn giggled, and I could almost detect a minor note of excitement in her laughter,
"Girl, don't give up so easily! Look, why don't you come on over to my place? I'm not busy! We can talk about this properly. Trust me, not all men are bad!"
I drove over to Jenn's apartment, wearing a cute white crop top and some black, lulu-lemon yoga pants, with a pair of white sneakers. I could always trust Jenn. We'd been besties for as long as I could remember. I could always turn to her about my boy problems. Strangely, it occurred to me, she never had the same problems I did.
I stepped into her apartment and found her on the sofa, reclined with a glass of wine in one hand, while the other was pouring a glass for me. Jenn was mixed race. Her mum was White but her father was African So she had a beautiful, dark tanned complexion. She seemed to inherit a lot more from her father's side, genetically. She was tall, with incredible curves that most girls would kill for. Her big, curly afro reflected her confident and passionate nature, she was the life of any party or room she entered. Her confidence was always an inspiration to me.
She looked so relaxed in her pyjamas, her dark legs stretched out along the sofa covered mostly by her white thigh-high socks. She beamed happily as I entered. "Aly! Come, sit down." She bounced up to her feet like a bunny and hugged me tight. I hugged her back, feeling so warm and safe in her arms. She took me by the hand and led me to the sofa, where we both sat and drank her wine, helping me to relax.
We talked and laughed and drank. Her bubbly enthusiasm was infectious. Before long I had downed my second glass of wine, and she finally turned to the serious topic.
"You deserve better," she said, placing her hands on mine. "You're an amazing, beautiful woman. It's time you stopped wasting time with guys like Brad, who'd prefer to play with toys and video games over spending time with you." I frowned and looked down, not entirely wanting to talk about this.
"I know," I admitted, "I thought Brad would be different. But all guys are the same. I'm always the one taking the lead and organising things. It's like I'm dating big children."
