“Love Jones Redux” – Part 2
[Setting: Atlanta, GA | October 2017]
In the middle of the second half of our twelfth-grade year, Troy graduated early so that he could begin college quicker as one of the country’s top basketball recruits. He never did speak to me again so it made me feel better not having to see him in class or around school for my last few months of high school. After graduation, I went to Athens to attend UGA. Even though we weren’t together anymore, I looked him up a lot to see what he was doing. He played basketball for Purdue University in Indiana for a year before entering the 2014 NBA Draft. However, before getting drafted he suffered a career-ending knee injury during a pickup game. I sent him flowers and a card, but he never contacted me.
I graduated a semester early from UGA with a degree in accounting the Fall of 2016, and obtained my CPA license not long after. I had many job offers from different places but chose to return to Atlanta because it was the only place that always felt like home. I got a decent job at an accounting firm in the midtown area and got myself a nice house and car. I would’ve been much happier if I had someone to share my life with. I absolutely hated being single. I hated playing the Atlanta dating game. Some men were immature and others were just downright messy. In the back of my mind, I guess I always knew I’d never find what I had with Troy. The bond I had with him was a once in a lifetime experience that I’d never experience again.
“I could be at home balancing worksheets right now,” I said to my friends Contessa and Jeremy as we entered a steakhouse one night. “I can’t believe I let y’all talk me into this.”
“It’s just dinner,” Contessa said back. “Besides, you never hang out with us anymore.”
“That’s because he’s too busy riding his dildo and fucking his fleshlight,” Jeremy joked, causing her to laugh.
I sucked my teeth before saying, “Hey, at least I get mine. I’d rather use my dildo and fleshlight than put up with trifling ass brothas.”
“I hear that,” Contessa agreed. We stepped up to the hostess booth and she told the hostess, “I have a reservation for three under the name Williams.”
The hostess checked the reservation log and then told us, “Right this way.”
She led us to a table and after handing us menus, walked away. Our waiter arrived a few seconds later to get our food and drink orders. After he brought our glasses of wine, I took a few sips from my glass and then got up so that I could use the bathroom. I’d never been to that particular steakhouse because it was new, so it took me a little minute to find the bathroom. When I found it, I hurried inside and used one of the urinals. While I was peeing, someone entered the bathroom on the phone and the moment I heard his voice, I knew exactly who it was. I finished peeing and turned around to see it truly was Troy.
“Yo,” he said to the person he was talking with over the phone. “I’ma have to call you back, bruh. Okay, later.” He ended the call and immediately stepped over to me. He had the biggest smile on his face as he asked, “What’s up, Omani?”
“Hey,” I said as my heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. “Long time no see, huh?”
“You know it. Damn.” He looked me up and down. “Look at you. You got taller.”
“Yeah, I had one last growth spurt during the summer of 2013. I’m still shorter than you though, mister six-foot-seven.”
He laughed and then just stared at me with that smile on his face for the longest. Finally, he asked, “Who you here with?”
“Just some friends. You?”
“I brought some of the boys I mentor here because they’ve been doing good in school.”
“Mentor? Wow, that’s so…cool. Are you a coach or something?”
“Nah, I run a non-profit for troubled youth.” He gently sat on a nearby sink counter and continued, “I’m also enrolled at Georgia Tech. I’m gonna get my bachelors in marketing next spring.”
“Georgia Tech? How long have you been back here in Atlanta?”
“I’ve been back for a while now. How long have you been back?”
“I came back around Christmas last year.”
“I’ve been here since 2014. I messed my knee up and had to…”
“I know. I’ve read about it. Troy, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. You definitely didn’t deserve what I put you through.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
I sighed and stared into his eyes as I told him, “Troy, you don’t have to put up a front for me. I take full responsibility for our breakup and I know right now to you it was just an unimportant high school teenage relationship, but it meant more to me and I think about it all the time.”
He chuckled a little before reaching over to me and pulling me close to him. He kept his stare in my eyes as he told me, “Omani, I need you to listen to me right now. Besides my mama, you were the only person in my life at that time that I felt like I could depend on. Your support meant the world to me and I adored you. Your broken promise to me did hurt, but it wasn’t the only reason why I walked away from what we had. I had college coaches recruiting me and I had serious decisions to make, including the decision to graduate early so that I could have a better chance of getting into the pros. I don’t want this to sound selfish but I didn’t feel like our relationship was worth me risking my opportunities. Do you understand?”
“Not really. You made it sound as if I didn’t love you the way you loved me. Those were your exact words the night you dumped me.”
“That was a part of it. And I guess I was bitter about the whole thing, so I did want you to feel the pain I felt. We were eighteen then. We were immature and selfish. We didn’t know what it really meant to be in a committed relationship. I could’ve done things better, and I know that now.”
Tears filled my eyes as I asked, “Well, what happens now?”
“That depends on you. Are you single or are you with someone?”
I smiled and revealed, “I’m very, very single. You?”
“I wouldn’t have my arm around you like this in a restroom if I wasn’t.” He wiped my tears and told me, “I’m sorry, Omani.”
“No, you don’t have anything to apologize to me for. Besides, it’s been five years.”
“I do owe you an apology for how I handled it. I also owe you for making you go through hoops just to be with me because I was on the DL. I’m not on the low anymore, so if you do want to give me another chance just know that we don’t have to hide it. So, what do you say? Do you wanna pick up where we left off or is it still over?”
I answered him by throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him. He put his hands on my lower back to keep my body pressed to his. I swear kissing his lips for the first time in five years made me forget about how angry I was with him for dumping me. The way his arms were wrapped around me made me feel so safe and warm inside. He had a lot more muscles than when he was eighteen. When we finally stopped kissing, we just stared at each other and smiled.
“Damn,” he said, breaking the silence. “You still give me them pretty boy kisses.”
I laughed and told him, “I can’t believe I still have my pretty boy tattoo. I came close to having it removed while I was in college.”
“Oh no, you can’t get rid of that. I still got my tattoos to remind me of you on my body.”
“Are we really doing this, Troy? I feel like I’m dreaming.”
“Judging by how hard my dick is right now, I’d say yeah we’re definitely doing this.”
I looked down to see he really was hard in his shorts. I smiled and joked, “I see some things never change. Look at that print.”
“You can touch it. It ain’t gonna bite you.”
And just like that, we were back to normal. I truly cannot explain the chemistry me and him always had. We just fit—figuratively and literally—together in so many ways. After exchanging our new numbers, we left the bathroom. He had to be sitting in another section of the restaurant because I didn’t see where he went as I made my way back to my table.
“What took you so long?” Contessa asked me.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I told her. “I just ran into Troy in the bathroom.”
Her eyes grew wide as she asked, “Troy Fenmore?”
“Who is that?” Jeremy asked us.
“He’s Omani’s ex from high school.” She looked back at me and asked, “What did you talk to him about?”
“Almost everything. Tessa, I think me and him are getting back together. I’m scared and excited at the same time.”
“You’re just gonna take him back after what he did to you? Omani…”
“Nope, it was partly my fault. I shouldn’t have broken that promise to him. Tessa, you’re my best friend but I should have told you no that night. I didn’t promise you that I’d be with you for your date with that college boy. I promised my boyfriend that I’d be there for him and I wasn’t. I’m not faulting you, I’m faulting myself.”
“I feel some type of way about that.”
“I don’t care. Girl, I love you but none of it matters anymore. If Troy is serious then I’m going for it.”
“I just wanna know one thing,” Jeremy cut in. “Is he fine?”
“Oh, he’s sexy,” Contessa answered before I could. “He’s fine as fuck. But I don’t appreciate you putting some dick before our friendship, Omani.” She quickly burst out in laughter and said, “Bitch, I’m playing! You know I’d do the same damn thing if the dick was good.”
I laughed and said, “I know you would, bitch.”
“The way you’re acting,” said Jeremy, “you must’ve really been in love with this boy.”
“More than anyone could ever know. I don’t think anyone really gets over their first. I’m definitely not over Troy.”
“Why can’t I come over right now?” Troy asked me over the phone. “It’s not like it’s a workday or something. You don’t work on Saturdays, do you?”
“No,” I replied. “But my place is a mess and…”
“I don’t care about all that. Listen, I’m out walking my dog. Where do you stay?”
“I’m on Center Street, northwest.”
“Are you serious? You’re not far from my neighborhood. I stay in an apartment building off of Howell Mill Road. Wow.”
“How fast can you get here?”
“I’ll could probably get there in about fifteen minutes on foot. Is it cool if I bring my dog with me? He’s not any trouble.”
“I love dogs. You can bring him.”
“Cool. And don’t get all dressed up for me. I’m just wearing some shorts and a wife beater. I want you to come to the door wearing what you have on right now.”
“I don’t care. Be shirtless. Me and you never had to fake with each other and we’re not gonna start now. I’ll text you when I get to your street.”
I ended the call and put on a pair of sweatpants because all I had on was my underwear. I hadn’t even showered yet because I’d slept in after a night of drinking with my friends following our dinner at the steakhouse. When Troy texted me and told me he was on my street, I gave him directions on how to get to my house and since it was easier for him to get to my back yard first, I had him meet me on my back porch. I can’t even lie, he looked so sexy. And his dog was adorable.
“This whole house is yours?” he asked me as he looked up.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I got it earlier this year.”
“What exactly do you do for a living?”
“I’m an accountant at a firm.” I crouched down to pet his dog, which was a cute black pitbull. “What’s his name?”
“You got his tail wagging. He likes you.” He got behind me and joked, “You got my tail wagging, too.”
I stood back up and gave him a look as I asked, “You wanna come inside?”
“Yeah.” He looked at Max and told him, “You stay out here, boy. Chase some cats or somethin’.”
I laughed as I led him into my house. After closing the door, I asked him, “Do you want anything to eat or drink?”
“Okay, what do you want? I got juice, beer, water…”
He grabbed me by my waist and told me, “I’m not talking about that kind of thirsty, baby.”
“Oh, I see. Well, what are we gonna do about that?”
“It’s your house. You tell me.” He looked me up and down and said, “Damn, that body has really matured.”
“I can say the same about yours.” I ran my hands up his tank top and felt on his abs as I told him, “A lot has changed since we last did it.”
“Mmm hmm. I’m not strictly a bottom anymore. I’m vers.”
When I told him that, he pulled back and looked into my eyes before asking, “You’re vers?”
“Yes. Is that hard to believe?”
“I just never thought of you being vers before. You always bottomed with me.” The cutest smile formed on his face as he asked, “Did you ever think about topping me when we were together?”
“No, but I did always want to rim you.”
“Whoa. I’ve never let anybody do anything to my ass before. Shoot, after you I rarely even hooked up with any other guys. It was mostly women up until I came out as bisexual. Even then, I could never meet any guys that caught my attention. And I’m sure you know how messy dudes here in Atlanta are.”
“Yes, we are the capital of messy. But seriously, you’ve never even let a woman rim you?”
“None of the women I’ve been with ever asked and if they did, I’m not sure I would’ve let them.”
“Well, are you gonna let me? I mean, I am the first guy you experimented with before being monogamous with for a year.”
He laughed a little and told me, “If you let me make you dinner tonight, then you can rim me.”
“Damn, how can I argue with that?”
I threw my arms around his neck and stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips. He placed his hands on my ass and squeezed on it while shoving his tongue into my mouth. We kissed our way upstairs to the second level of my house and I led us to my bathroom. After getting completely naked, we climbed into my shower and kissed and touched each other while cleaning our bodies. It had been so long since I showered with someone else and come to think of it, he was the only person I ever showered with in a tub meant for one person. We used to do it all the time back when we were teens.
“I thought you said you haven’t done it in a while,” he said to me when I picked up an empty Fleet bottle.
“Then what are you doing with an empty Fleet bottle?”
“I have a dildo and a vibrator that I often use. I also have a fleshlight.”
“See, I was gonna clown you but I got a fleshlight myself. I fuck the hell out of that fleshlight.”
He stepped out of the shower and dried off. Instead of leaving though, he stayed in there and played with his hard dick as he watched me clean out my ass and then refill the Fleet bottle with warm water. That was another thing he used to do when we were teens. He got off on watching me clean out my ass sometimes. After a quick rinse, I stepped out and dried off and before I could even hang my towel back up, he was all over me. I didn’t even get to put on any lotion because he was ready to take it to my bed. So there were, ashy as ever, kissing and touching our way onto my bed.
“I haven’t nutted in about two weeks,” he informed me. “So I can wear a condom if you don’t wanna risk me shooting too much into you.”
“I want you to cum in me,” I told him as I stared into his eyes. “You were the last person I had sex with without a condom.”
He smiled and revealed, “You were the last person I had sex with without a condom, too. Damn, we never did trust other people, huh?”
“We’re the same, baby. It’s always been that way. I feel like we’re getting a second chance and it feels so right.”
“I still love you, Omani.”
With that said, it was like we were back in our natural element. Sexually, it was like the five-year absence meant nothing. Our bodies were still naturally in sync. When his body would do something, my body would react proportionately. It was as if our bodies were direct counterparts that depended on one another. The only things that changed were my height and his muscle tone. Well, my ass was also plumper than when I was a teen due to the number of squats I did in the gym every week.
“That ass so phat now,” he told me as he parted my ass cheeks. “Damn, I miss your lil’ cute booty hole. Make it wink at me.”
I made it wink and he started rimming me. I was laying on my stomach so my dick grew extremely hard as it was pressed against my bed. When we were younger, Troy would lick my ass a few times and maybe sniff on it before putting his dick inside me. Now, he was giving me a grown ass man rim job and it felt amazing. He was eating my ass with so much passion that he had me clenching to my pillows and moaning so loud.
“Mmm, that ass tastes so good,” he told me in between licks. “My goatee feel good on that booty, don’t it?”
“Yes, daddy,” I told him.
“You gonna be single after this?”
“That’s what I thought.” He smacked my ass and went back to rimming me.
He spent over fifteen minutes tasting and playing with my ass before laying on his back so that I could suck his thick nine-inch dick. Since I used to suck him all the time, I knew how he liked his dick sucked without him having to tell me. He liked it extra sloppy. He liked for his dick to be super wet and slippery. And he loved having his balls licked and sucked on. I had him moaning just as loud as he had me moaning while he was eating me. And when I deep throated him, his toes would curl up.
“You thought I forgot how to suck that big dick, didn’t you?” I asked him as I smacked his dick on the side of my face.
“I did,” he said with a laugh. “But you still got it, baby.”
I sucked him a little longer before putting most of my attention and tongue on his balls. He always kept his facial hair neatly trimmed, so I never had to worry about getting hair in my mouth. I loved that he still did it. As I licked down his balls to the area between his balls and asshole, I expected him to put up a fight. When he spread his legs more for me, I knew he was ready to let me rim his asshole. I gave him that first lick and his whole body shivered and goosebumps formed all over. When he calmed himself, I went in on that tight virgin asshole. The flavor and scent of it drove me wild.
The longer I rimmed him, the more he got into it. Finally, he spread his legs more and pulled them back, giving more access to that tight and sexy asshole of his. I loved rimming tops because so many of them aren’t used to the feeling. It’s fun and sexy as hell watching them react to having their asses licked. Troy was so sexy with his long legs pulled back and his big size thirteen feet in the air. I just wanted to eat him for hours and hours. But I can’t even lie, I was ready to ride that big throbbing dick.
“Ooh, you so nasty,” he said while I was still rimming him. “You gonna do this to me whenever I want it?”
“Yes, daddy,” I replied while licking his ass repeatedly.
“Will you put your dick inside me when I’m ready for it?”
“I can’t believe you got me thinkin’ about bein’ vers. Damn.” He laughed and shook his head. “Get your sexy ass up here and kiss me.”
I stopped rimming him and after he put his legs down, I climbed up on him and kissed his lips. He played with my asshole while we kissed to get it ready for his dick. I’d never been so ready to get fucked before in my life. I didn’t want him to make love to me in that moment, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his aggression and frustration. We’d have many times to make love like we used to do. That day, I wanted him to just take my ass and show it no mercy.
“Fuck me, Troy!” I called out as he slammed half of his dick into my ass doggystyle. “Ooh, fuck!”
“That’s what you want?” he asked while fucking me. “You want it rough like this, baby?”
He put his hand around my throat from behind and fucked me harder and harder, still only pushing a little more than half of his dick into me. When we were younger, we rarely had sex in the doggystyle position because he always wanted to do it either missionary or with me riding him. I could tell by how excited he was that he was enjoying fucking me doggystyle. And whenever I threw my ass back on his dick, he moaned so loud that I knew my neighbors probably heard.
“You’re gonna make me cum like this,” he told me as he pulled his dick out of me. “Ride me again.” He got on his back and put his hands behind his head.
I grabbed the bottle of lube again and put some more onto his dick. After putting the lube back down, I climbed up on his sweaty body and positioned his dick right under my asshole. As I slowly lowered my ass onto his dick, he grunted and stared up into my eyes. He looked so damn sexy that I could barely stand it. There was just something so mature about him now and it added to his sexiness. While riding him, I couldn’t help but bend down to kiss his lips every now and then.
“I want you to nut all over me,” he told me as he took my hard dick into his hand while I continued to ride him.
He spread his legs and pulled them up so that his feet were flat on my bed, and that’s when I got the idea to play with his now exposed asshole while I rode him. I quickly put some lube on my finger. I then reached back and first rubbed on his pulsating asshole before gently sliding my index finger into it. That really took things up a level because he was making some of the sexiest moans I’d ever heard him make. I slid my finger deeper in and he just lost control. He was still jacking me off fast and hard, so we were both approaching our climax. Then, it just happened.
My cum shot out of my dick like a sprinkler, hitting his chest and some of it got on his goatee and lips. His asshole tightened on my finger and not soon after, I felt his dick pumping a large amount of cum deep inside of me. It was so much cum that all I did was move up a little and my asshole pushed his dick out and the cum rolled out of my ass. I gently removed my finger from his ass and then collapsed on top of him.
“Damn, baby,” he said while still breathing hard. “I ain’t know you were going to put your finger in my ass like that. You made me cum so hard pressing my prostate like that.”
“I felt it,” I told him. “I don’t think you’ve ever shot that many babies into my ass before.”
“Shit, I’m trying to get you pregnant up in here. I want a son.”
I laughed and told him, “Boy, you are a trip. Come on, let’s go take a bath.”
We got up and went back into my bathroom to take a hot bath together. After drying off and putting on some clothes, we went down to my kitchen and he cooked us some sautéed chicken and brown rice with sweet peas and carrots. He could almost cook better than me. After dinner, we watched some TV on my sofa and just talked. It was during that conversation that I got all of the assurance I needed.
“I feel like we can do this,” he said to me as he held me in his arms. “We can pick back up where we left off and move on together.”
“I feel the same way,” I told him. “I know one thing. I don’t ever want to break up again. This time, it has to be forever.”
“It will be forever, baby.” He grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. “You know, I came back here hoping one day we’d run into each other and it would feel natural. I’m glad it did.”
“Me, too. But what would you have done if I had been in a relationship?”
“Shit, that nigga would’ve had to share you or let you go. I wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.”
We laughed together and started kissing again. He spent the night at my house that night and I spent the night with him at his place the night after. The next weekend, we gave being fully vers a try and I swear it made us even more compatible. When I look back on it, I’m kind of grateful for the breakup. Yeah it was tough being without him for five years but the absence only made me appreciate him more now that he was back in my life. I’m so in love with him and now that I had a second chance with him, I was going to value that love to the highest degree. Forever.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
