There was something about Gabby that attracted her. He was jovial, fun-loving, and had nice comments to make a women feel sexy and good about herself.
“Like hey baby, you should come out and play with me sometime. We could party… hum baby, look at that ass… I’d like a piece of that. I’d bite into it like a ripe apple…” Then he’d stroke himself until you could see the definition of his prick bursting through the thin material of the tan chinos he always wore.
“I’ve just been with another chick, but I could do you too,” he offered accentuating his Mexican heritage like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. “You know what Mexicans like, don’t you?” he pronounced exaggerating his accent. “Pussy! We like pussy! We like to eat it. We worship it like the Virgin Mary. Pussy is our altar to all women.”
Kristie sneered to herself while outwardly accepting his praise and intentions with glee. She was used to this type of banter between men and women. Where men show off their colors like a cock rooster and women either respond or need more coaxing. She did sort of have a wet spot for him. He would be fun to try sometime just to see if he was all that.
All her roommates were out that afternoon when Gabby came over with a six pack and a joint hoping to seal the deal. He wasn’t going to have to work very hard at the closing. She was ready for him. She just hoped that he could bring it like the braggart he was.
She didn’t care about his rep as a player and a scammer. She wasn’t in this for the long haul. She wanted to try him and she wouldn’t be happy until she saw what he had to offer.
But even as they began the mating dance, she knew it wasn’t going any further. The chemistry just wasn’t there. Gawd! They had been so hot for each other at the bar… and now that they were together there was no spark, no passion, no rapport, and a half-assed erection. She thought about it to herself, but didn’t say anything.
He said it, “So much for the passionate Latin. No hard feelings, huh?” He dressed and prepared to leave. He hoped his reputation wouldn’t be too damaged by his failure to perform.
“No man, no hard feelings,” she answered. “It was fun to try it though.”
“Not as good as you expected, huh?” Gabby asked by way of an apology.
‘Some other time,” Kristie said smiling as she gave him a hug.
“Yeah, some other time,” Gabby sighed in relief. But they both knew there would never be another time.
(First published 6/23/13)
