She nodded to me. “Mmm, hmm.”

“Will you let me do it again?”

“Mmm, hmmm.”

“You sure?”

“Yesss.”

When she said that, my muscles tightened up as sensations shot from my toes to the back of my spine. The juices were building up to something powerful.

“Oh, I’m ready. I’m ready,” Victoria moaned. I believe we were past the whisper point, but I no longer heard Rachel at the door, so I didn’t sweat it.

“You’re ready for what?”

She squeezed her eyes shut until tears ran out of them.

“To cummmm,” she moaned.

She shook like she was involved in an exorcism, and I became concerned for her health for a minute.

“Are you okay?”

She couldn’t even speak. All she did was nod to me.

Well, I wasn’t done yet. So I began to put it on her a little stronger, and Victoria responded to it.

“Unh, unh, unh, unnnh!”

She started shaking again, and gave the shakes to me. I felt like I was ready to push straight through her body. Then I lost control of my stroke and started going in crooked and sideways.

The concentrated nut hit me with a thud and squeezed out of me for what seemed like a full minute. That’s a whole lot of nut. So I couldn’t speak a word either. I bounced up and down on her body and grabbed a fistful of the sheets and a fistful of her hair.

This nut was so strong it felt like my ass cheeks were about to break. Was I that excited for this girl? Was her shit that good? Was it just the mood I was in that night, or what?

Victoria took a couple of breaths under my weight. She said, “That was so good. I need a shot of that instead of coffee in the morning.”

I couldn’t even laugh straight. I ran out of breath too quickly. I had a series of quick starts and stops.

“So…where do you go from here…back home to Atlanta?” Victoria asked me. She had to pause in between breaths herself.

I nodded to her. “Yup.” I was about to say more but I stopped myself. How much information did she need? I guess I was already on the defensive.

“Will I see you again at the airport somewhere?”

I rolled off of her and continued to breathe.

“Are you assuming that I won’t call you?” I asked her.

She turned to face me and placed her head on my chest.

“I don’t know your M.O. yet. I don’t even know if you’ve been with a white girl before,” she teased me.

I chuckled at it. I said, “A few…but they were just romps in the hay for the hell of it. I don’t even remember how we got there. We were pretty much like, ‘Hey, let’s try this out.’ You know what I mean?”

“And what about this?” she asked me. “And us?”

I said, “Are you kidding me? Neither one of us will forget the details of this.”