Song:
Apple
Pie a la Mode by Destiny's Child
Scenario:
Oh
my God. I think I’ve just seen a glimpse of Heaven.
“Hey,
Mary! Jessi!” I urge in my best nightclub whisper to my friends sitting
near me.
“What?”
Mary responds.
“Look
at that fine piece of ass walking through the door,” I say.
All
of us grant him our deserved attention. Damn he is fine. He is dressed to
kill. He is
like a magnet. He has the sudden and complete interest of every girl in
the place. Looking around his gaze lands on me. He smiles at me. I smile
back. He's walking towards me.
“Hey,
you wanna sit next to me?” I ask.
“I'm
from Tennessee and so are my girls here. Where are you from?”
“Seattle,”
he says in this richly rocking voice I’ve never heard until this moment.
“Awe,
do you mind talking to a southern belle?” I ask
He
doesn’t mind. Damn, his eyes are like pure chocolate sex. I'd want to do
him right here and now, but I control my hormones and naughtiness. Where
have you been all my life?
Talking
about this and that. I find he doesn’t have many set plans right now.
Plus, I find he is perfectly unattached. Yes! There is a God!
Damn
he is so sexy. I'd love to have his kid someday. He looks at me and asks
if I would like to go to his place.
“Sure,
it's to dull here anyway.”
I say bye to my gals and we are off. In the car, it dawns on me that I don’t know his name. I ask and he tells me, “Apolo.” Apolo. Apolo. He asks for mine in return.
“Whitney. You’ll need to remember it, because you'll be screaming it later.”
Did
that just come out of my mouth? He laughs and says the exact same
thing regarding his own name. Holy shit.
We
arrive at his house and we don't say one word because we're too wrapped up
in each other at this point. Taking each other’s clothes off and trying
our best to walk up the stairs while kissing is a hard task.
We
finally make it; all of our clothes are gone.
He
lays me on the bed. With protection in place, he enters me. Good Lord
have mercy! He's like a ragging bull. He looked so shy and innocent in
the club, but now in here, he's high energy, going at it like nobody
cares. We're screaming. The phone’s been ringing off the hook, and
somebody's knocking on the door. He doesn't care. He's like a rabid
rabbit. I am his willing recipient.
Finally
we come to an end, moaning each other’s name, and trying to catch our
breath.