Saturday, January 8, 2011

Sweet Spot

  Travis  Pendle  was  my  first  long  term  boyfriend  and  love.  We  had  been  going  strong  for  two  years.  Travis  had  asked  me  out  after  a  concert  in  the  college's  Coliseum.  Although,  Travis  was  the  partying  type,  he  was  the  most  sincere  man  I  had  ever  known.  Our  majors  was  the  ice  breaker  that  ignited  our  relationship,  we  both  were  studying  Criminal  Justice.  Travis'  career  of  choice  was  working  for  the  Central  Intelligence  Agency,  (C.I.A)  and  mine  was  in  being  a  Probation  Officer, (P.O).  Since  I  lived  on  campus,  Mama  never  met  Travis  and  she  never  would  if  I  could  help  it.  Standing  in  line  for  tickets  to  the  Tease  Em  Ball,  Travis  wrapped  his  long  muscular  arms around  me  and  when  he  lifted  his  arms,  there  was  a  thin  silver  chain  with  a  pendant  around  my  neck.  I  knew  at  that  moment,  we  were  in  love.



   The  Tease  Em  Ball,  was  just  that.  All  the  newbies  that  were  hazed  when  joining  sororities  and  fraternities,  were  expected  to  do  outrageous  stunts  to  show  their  loyalty.  There  was  a  stage  set  up  by  the  newbies  to  perform  on.  All  they  had  to  do  was  arouse  a  homosexual  that  attending  Fredricson  College. Then  a  high  ranking  member  of  the  brotherhood  or  sisterhood  they  were  pledging  for  would  skip  one  week  of  hazing.  To  the  newbies  it  was  worth  it!  While  the  fresh  meat  danced,  a  few  students  threw  money  on  the  stage.  Travis  and  I enjoyed  the  show  so  much,  that  we  agreed  to  have  our  own  Tease  Em  Ball  later  that  night.  It  was  hilarious  to  see  women  dancing  in  front  of  women  and  men  in  front  of  men.  One  girl  took  it  to  the  limit  when  she  stripped  all  of  her  clothes  off.  Security  had  to  escort  her  off  stage.  It  was  obvious  she  was  drunk.  The  guard  cursed  her  out  like  he  was  talking  to  a  man.  Apparently,  this  angered  her  and  she  tried  to  hit  him.  Blocking  her  punch  with  his  hand,  the  guard  pushed  the  girl  with  so  much  force,  she  fell  off  the  stage.  All  we  heard  was, CRACK!  The  crowd  screamed  in  horror.  Travis  pulled  me  by  my  arm  and  we  left.



   Once  we  reached  my  dorm,  Travis  held  me  close.  There  were  no  co-ed  dorms  so  Travis  couldn't  spend  the  night.  Lost  in  those  sweet  hazel  eyes  of  his,  I  submitted  to  Travis  that  night  behind  the  administration  building.  When  we  finished,  my  back  ached  from  being  pressed  up  against the  brick  wall.
    "It's  not  working  out."  Travis  buckled  his  belt  as  I  wiped  cum  from  inside  my  vagina  with  a  Wet  Ones.
    "What's  not  working  out?"  Throwing  the  wipe  away  in  the  bushes.
    "Us!  I  can't  make  you  orgasm.  Hell,  you  might  as  well  dance  at  the  Tease  Em  Ball."  Deeply  sighing,  Travis  wiped  beads  of  sweat  from  his  wide  forehead.
     "It's  only  because  we  do  it  outside  all  the  time.  Let's  get  a  room  this  weekend  and  see  what  happens."  Sex  with  Travis  was  great,  but  for  some  reason  I  never  had  an  orgasm.  The  good  news was,  it  wasn't  just  him.  I  hadn't  had  an  orgasm  since  I  stopped  masturbating  years  ago.


    Travis  had  rented  a  hotel  suite  with  a  jacuzzi  out  on  the  patio.  We  drank  Chardonnay  and  listened  to  Peabo  Bryson.  The  swift  cool  breeze  brushed  through  my  silky  weave.  Travis  danced  and  romanced  me  until  we  reached  the  king  sized  bed.  It  seemed  like  our  clothes  melted  off  with  the  intense  heat  of  our  bodies.  There  we  lay  out  of  breath,  both  of  us  covered  in  Travis's  semen.  Again  he  felt  like  a  failure,  and  yet  again,  I  tried  to  stroke  his  ego.
    "It's  a  new  place.  We  can  try  again  later."  Travis  sucked  his  teeth  and  slowly  pulled  himself  out  of  me.  When  the  tip  of  his  penis  rubbed  against  my  clitoris,  the  greatest  sensation  I  had  ever  felt,  whipped  me  like  a  disobedient  whore.
    "So  that's  your  sweet  spot."  For  the  rest  of  the  night  Travis  and  I  explored  every  sweet  spot  we  could  find.

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