“What do you mean is it good? No, it's not good.”
A billion thoughts flashed through Tanya’s mind. She wondered about everything from the way she had seasoned the flounder filets, to the texture of the grits, and the sweetness of the cappuccino.
What the fuck! How dare this nigga say her food wasn't good?
Tanya had put her foot in this meal and she knew it.
She noticed that his sexy ass had grabbed another forkful, right after he said it wasn't good!
Tanya was almost angry.
The three “Verge of blacking out” orgasms she'd just had, kept her temper even.
It had taken less than 12 seconds to get to the almost angry state.
Ramon spoke again. “Good isn't a big enough word ma. That is the 2nd best thing that I have ever had in my mouth. Shit, and both in one day.”
The way the words rolled off his magical tongue gave her flashbacks to the most beautiful, soul-draining, can't feel my face, speaking in tongues, and tearing a hole in her mattress head. The memories caused a deep throb between her legs.
Ramon had been the one that got away. Even if she hadn't known it at the time. She had been too proud of her status in high school, and Ramon wasn't popular. He had been a chubby, clumsy kid, and just smart enough to be different.
The fact that he “talked funny” had sealed the deal. He was undateable.
She had convinced herself that the catch in her breath whenever he had helped her learn the music in High School band and the special twinkle in his light brown eyes when he smiled at her was not real.
Ramon had moved away from the small Mississippi riverside, town.
She heard that he had moved back to New York where he was from.
Tanya actually had written to him when he moved away. Letters that she never sent.
More of them then she wanted to admit, even with him sitting across from her in boxer briefs and body art.
She had found him on a dating site of all places. He had long since shed the chubbiness and the goofiness from long ago. The goofiness it seemed had been replaced with charm.
She stared at him blatantly over her cappuccino.
Christ in heaven he was fine.
It hadn't been an immediate Tanya and Ramon reunion.
It, had taken a lot to engineer. It was 4 years and two failed relationships later. One for each of them.
They'd talked a lot at first, reminiscing about band functions, then life had happened.
They were still miles apart and on completely opposite coasts.
Even though Ramon had left New York Atlanta was still far from her LA home.
She leaned forward on the breakfast nook.
Her breasts spilling from his wife beater t-shirt.
Unlike most of their classmates, and her peers Tanya had kept her body toned. Sure she had stretch marks, she earned them. Tanya was a mother and a grandmother, but she was video vixen fine. With thick (dyed) black Dread's that bisected her back.
Her grey eyes, imitating smoke watched the 6' 2" comic book escapee put his dish away.
Suddenly Ramon was behind her, he grabbed a fist full of her hair, and pulled it away from her neck.
She felt first his lips and then his tongue there.
His other massive hand snaked up the t-shirt and gripped her breast.
Tanya’s breathing becomes lower and suddenly she didn't care about the dishes that shattered as she pushed them to the floor.
She was certain that her neighbors had heard them in the kitchen, and again in the shower.
Tanya found that she liked everything about her high school classmate.
He had class, real class.
It was evident from the way he wore his clothes to the way he treated the servers at the restaurants and bars that they visited while he was in Los Angeles.
At the end of a weeks vacation and halfway through a 2nd twenty-four pack of Lifestyle Kyng condoms, Tanya was ready to move to Atlanta.
She was seriously considering it and started dropping hints of the idea to Ramon. His response was always a silenced smile.
A billion thoughts flashed through Tanya’s mind. She wondered about everything from the way she had seasoned the flounder filets, to the texture of the grits, and the sweetness of the cappuccino.
What the fuck! How dare this nigga say her food wasn't good?
Tanya had put her foot in this meal and she knew it.
She noticed that his sexy ass had grabbed another forkful, right after he said it wasn't good!
Tanya was almost angry.
The three “Verge of blacking out” orgasms she'd just had, kept her temper even.
It had taken less than 12 seconds to get to the almost angry state.
Ramon spoke again. “Good isn't a big enough word ma. That is the 2nd best thing that I have ever had in my mouth. Shit, and both in one day.”
The way the words rolled off his magical tongue gave her flashbacks to the most beautiful, soul-draining, can't feel my face, speaking in tongues, and tearing a hole in her mattress head. The memories caused a deep throb between her legs.
Ramon had been the one that got away. Even if she hadn't known it at the time. She had been too proud of her status in high school, and Ramon wasn't popular. He had been a chubby, clumsy kid, and just smart enough to be different.
The fact that he “talked funny” had sealed the deal. He was undateable.
She had convinced herself that the catch in her breath whenever he had helped her learn the music in High School band and the special twinkle in his light brown eyes when he smiled at her was not real.
Ramon had moved away from the small Mississippi riverside, town.
She heard that he had moved back to New York where he was from.
Tanya actually had written to him when he moved away. Letters that she never sent.
More of them then she wanted to admit, even with him sitting across from her in boxer briefs and body art.
She had found him on a dating site of all places. He had long since shed the chubbiness and the goofiness from long ago. The goofiness it seemed had been replaced with charm.
She stared at him blatantly over her cappuccino.
Christ in heaven he was fine.
It hadn't been an immediate Tanya and Ramon reunion.
It, had taken a lot to engineer. It was 4 years and two failed relationships later. One for each of them.
They'd talked a lot at first, reminiscing about band functions, then life had happened.
They were still miles apart and on completely opposite coasts.
Even though Ramon had left New York Atlanta was still far from her LA home.
She leaned forward on the breakfast nook.
Her breasts spilling from his wife beater t-shirt.
Unlike most of their classmates, and her peers Tanya had kept her body toned. Sure she had stretch marks, she earned them. Tanya was a mother and a grandmother, but she was video vixen fine. With thick (dyed) black Dread's that bisected her back.
Her grey eyes, imitating smoke watched the 6' 2" comic book escapee put his dish away.
Suddenly Ramon was behind her, he grabbed a fist full of her hair, and pulled it away from her neck.
She felt first his lips and then his tongue there.
His other massive hand snaked up the t-shirt and gripped her breast.
Tanya’s breathing becomes lower and suddenly she didn't care about the dishes that shattered as she pushed them to the floor.
She was certain that her neighbors had heard them in the kitchen, and again in the shower.
Tanya found that she liked everything about her high school classmate.
He had class, real class.
It was evident from the way he wore his clothes to the way he treated the servers at the restaurants and bars that they visited while he was in Los Angeles.
At the end of a weeks vacation and halfway through a 2nd twenty-four pack of Lifestyle Kyng condoms, Tanya was ready to move to Atlanta.
She was seriously considering it and started dropping hints of the idea to Ramon. His response was always a silenced smile.
Ramon dropped off the Dodge Ram 1500 at the Lax rental terminal and grabbed his bags.
He was exhausted from all the over the top sex he and Tanya had been having. His first-class tickets ensured that he would be able to get some sleep on the flight.
He had kept his phone on airplane mode most of the trip, only responding to the messages when absolutely necessary.
This trip was the culmination of a plan set in motion 20 years earlier.
Tanya was the last. She had treated him like a Jew in 1933 Germany.
Ramon remembered asking the then tiny slip of a girl to the band dance, and he remembered her laughter.
“Goofy ass Ramon Hope? Ah, Fuck no I won’t be going to the dance with you!” She had made sure that everyone in the cafeteria had heard her response.
Ramon had started begging his mother to send him back to New York that very day. Even threatening suicide if she didn't send him to his Uncle.
Back in the city, Ramon had walked everywhere, and worked hard. The chubbiness melted away.
Growing up in his Uncle boxing gym, Ramon grew into the man that mother nature had intended and he was impressive.
Ramon had worked for a company that imported cooking oil and he had perfected his physique by tossing hundreds of lbs. of product in the warehouse.
When the owner of the company decided to expand to Atlanta, Ramon became the Atlanta warehouse's manager.
Rejection from five women had shaped Ramon.
Since then he had made a point to collect the sex that he felt the women had owed him.
Most of those “debts” had been paid over the course of summer vacations and the holidays while Ramon was in his twenties.
Finding Tanya Knight had been a complete surprise.
From the time he saw her profile on “Chocolate Connection” Ramon had known that he was going to get her.
Not only was he determined to have sex with her, he wanted the aftermath to be as embarrassing for her as the band dance rejection had been for him.
He was exhausted from all the over the top sex he and Tanya had been having. His first-class tickets ensured that he would be able to get some sleep on the flight.
He had kept his phone on airplane mode most of the trip, only responding to the messages when absolutely necessary.
This trip was the culmination of a plan set in motion 20 years earlier.
Tanya was the last. She had treated him like a Jew in 1933 Germany.
Ramon remembered asking the then tiny slip of a girl to the band dance, and he remembered her laughter.
“Goofy ass Ramon Hope? Ah, Fuck no I won’t be going to the dance with you!” She had made sure that everyone in the cafeteria had heard her response.
Ramon had started begging his mother to send him back to New York that very day. Even threatening suicide if she didn't send him to his Uncle.
Back in the city, Ramon had walked everywhere, and worked hard. The chubbiness melted away.
Growing up in his Uncle boxing gym, Ramon grew into the man that mother nature had intended and he was impressive.
Ramon had worked for a company that imported cooking oil and he had perfected his physique by tossing hundreds of lbs. of product in the warehouse.
When the owner of the company decided to expand to Atlanta, Ramon became the Atlanta warehouse's manager.
Rejection from five women had shaped Ramon.
Since then he had made a point to collect the sex that he felt the women had owed him.
Most of those “debts” had been paid over the course of summer vacations and the holidays while Ramon was in his twenties.
Finding Tanya Knight had been a complete surprise.
From the time he saw her profile on “Chocolate Connection” Ramon had known that he was going to get her.
Not only was he determined to have sex with her, he wanted the aftermath to be as embarrassing for her as the band dance rejection had been for him.
So he had posed for the pix he knew would be flooding Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.
He courted Tanya, and he put on his best sexual performance.
Ramon could tell by the way she looked at him that Tanya was hooked. He almost felt sorry for her.
Ramon pulled out his iPhone X and scrolled the woman he had just sexed into oblivion’s social media.
Sure enough, she had been busy, their pix were edited, toned, and effects and decorations had been applied.
Tanya had “shipped” them and was referring to him as “Bae."
He would wait. Let the likes and comments build up.
Tanya, missed Ramon, even though he hadn't been gone but a few hours.
He had promised to call when he landed at Hartsfield Airport but she had not heard from him.
She decided not to press because she was positive the man was tired.
The smell of him was everywhere and the few items that he had left at her house brought a smile to her face.
Tanya fell asleep reminiscing about Ramon being deep inside her as one of his corded muscular arms pinned her legs behind her head.
She couldn't wait to hear his voice again.
The next morning Tanya checked her phone as soon as she woke.
“Damn, wtf is going happening on social media?”
No matter what she posted before she had never had that much activity.
The pictures of her and her new Boo must be going viral.
Sleepiness vanished as she read the notifications.
Ramon had posted a video of her giving him a blow job as he used both hands to pull her mouth further onto him.
The caption read; “Trip to California including rental car, $2700. Mouth fucking the bitch that broke me down in high school... PRICELESS!”
The video was in the comment section of every picture she had posted of the two of them.
Tanya was crushed.
He courted Tanya, and he put on his best sexual performance.
Ramon could tell by the way she looked at him that Tanya was hooked. He almost felt sorry for her.
Ramon pulled out his iPhone X and scrolled the woman he had just sexed into oblivion’s social media.
Sure enough, she had been busy, their pix were edited, toned, and effects and decorations had been applied.
Tanya had “shipped” them and was referring to him as “Bae."
He would wait. Let the likes and comments build up.
Tanya, missed Ramon, even though he hadn't been gone but a few hours.
He had promised to call when he landed at Hartsfield Airport but she had not heard from him.
She decided not to press because she was positive the man was tired.
The smell of him was everywhere and the few items that he had left at her house brought a smile to her face.
Tanya fell asleep reminiscing about Ramon being deep inside her as one of his corded muscular arms pinned her legs behind her head.
She couldn't wait to hear his voice again.
The next morning Tanya checked her phone as soon as she woke.
“Damn, wtf is going happening on social media?”
No matter what she posted before she had never had that much activity.
The pictures of her and her new Boo must be going viral.
Sleepiness vanished as she read the notifications.
Ramon had posted a video of her giving him a blow job as he used both hands to pull her mouth further onto him.
The caption read; “Trip to California including rental car, $2700. Mouth fucking the bitch that broke me down in high school... PRICELESS!”
The video was in the comment section of every picture she had posted of the two of them.
Tanya was crushed.
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