The light of my smart phone woke me up. It wasn’t the soft chirp I had set for a work text, so I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. ‘Tried’ being the key word. The glow of a message gave a dull light to my nightstand that I didn’t want. Not at…I looked at the soft red numbers of my alarm clock…1 in the morning.
Who would text me at this hour? It didn’t matter, they would call if it was important. Five minutes later, my phone buzzed with the announcement of a voicemail. The One Plus series was a great phone, but I could never get the settings exactly configured the way I wanted, which meant that in Night Mode, anything besides Family or Work was silent, but the damn messages lit up the display, or in this case, a voicemail made my phone buzz.
Sighing, I reached over and picked it up. Squinting in the dark, I tried to make out the message and gave up, reaching for my reading glasses. Tricia? Oh my God, no! I was done with that bitch two months ago, why wouldn’t she leave me alone.
Thumbing up the brightness, I saw three texts and a voicemail from her.
The first was twenty minutes ago, and simply read, Hey!
The second was five minutes later – Hej Babeeeeeyyyy!
I sighed. She must be drunk as fuck and dialing for dick. Last year, I would have welcomed the invitation, but after we broke up, it wasn’t pretty, and Tricia setting a box of my stuff on fire in my front yard didn’t exactly leave us in good standing. Her brother had tried to reach out and stay friends, but it wasn’t worth the effort. I figured things had settled and had just kept it low key for the holidays, avoiding the bars and clubs we used to frequent.
The third message was just two minutes ago – I want Thor!!!!! Jus lefft u a voicemail, call meeeee!!
Tired as I was, I gave her credit for using the name she had given my cock after we watched a Marvel movie and she told me during pillow talk that she had the hots for Thor. The spelling, though, was an indicator of how much I should NOT text her back, she was obviously not in any condition to be dealt with. That, plus her pyro stunt left me without much of a desire to hook up with her again, even if she was the hottest woman I had banged in the last five years.
Putting my phone back on the nightstand, I closed my eyes. Great. Now, all I can think of is her long, black hair and her perfectly manicured fingernails. She wasn’t much for giving blowjobs, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her on her knees in front of me. Slipping towards sleep, I moved my hand down and absentmindedly fondled myself. Sometimes, we just want what we can’t have.
Through my closed eyelids, I saw a sudden glow of light, and I realized that I had neglected to turn the screen brightness down again. My two heads argued with each other, and while I continued to slowly stroke myself, I reached over and swiped up to take Tricia’s call.
“Yeah.” I kept it cool.
“Heyyyyy,” she yelled, over an incredibly loud background of music.
I sighed. “Hey.”
“Hold on, hold on, let me go outside so you can hear me!”
My mind pictured her walking through a packed club, probably one that we used to frequent, her five foot two petite frame bending and slipping through the crowd. Probably jeans that were painted on, with the black stiletto heels that drove, not only me, but every guy around, absolutely crazy. I felt myself getting aroused thinking about her and I lightly strummed my fingers on my hardening shaft.
“Can you hear me now?”
“Yeah” My coolness had melted away, and the sound of her voice in my ear washed away the space several months, and a fire, had created.
“I’m at the club. 74th. In downtown. With my girls. It’s packed.”
“Sounds like it.”
Was this what I think it is? Is she booty calling me? At…I looked over again at the red numbers…1:16 in the morning?
“So…I miss you. I miss Thor.”
Here it comes. What the fuck do I do now?
“Why don’t you come and join us? My girls would love to have you here. All the guys are total douches, they just want a quick piece of ass. You could be our boyfriend. All. Of. Us.”
She giggle and I heard laughter, I’m guessing from her girl group. I couldn’t picture any of them, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t getting out of bed under any circumstance, and I definitely wasn’t going to open the door back up with Tricia. The key was letting her down easy, I didn’t want her to light my car on fire if she got pissed off.
“I don’t know, Trish…” I let it trail off, while my hand continued under the covers.
“Baby, pleasssseee”
“Look, you’re drunk, and that wouldn’t be cool of me to come down there, you would regret it in the morning.” And I hated to think what she would do once she woke up and reacted.
“Then, I’ll come to you!” she chirped.
“No, no, no….you’re still drunk, and that wouldn’t be ok.”
“I’m not too drunk to ride Thor!” she laughed. “Here, talk with Jenn.”
A new voice got on the phone. A throaty, seductive one.
“Is this Thor?”
“Yes, I mean, No. I’m, I mean, it’s just a name. Nevermind.”
“Oh, we know all about Thor. Tricia used to tell us every Wednesday at Girl’s Night. She fucking loved your cock, Dude. She told us all about how you banged the fuck out of her, and how she loved how sore you made her.” Jenn laughed and I heard Tricia’s voice in the background among a chorus of women, seeming to enjoy this exchange.
“Look, Jenn?”
“Oh yea, that’s me.”
“Jenn. Tricia and I are over, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to get back together when she’s obviously drunk.”
“Well, as a strong, independent, black woman, I appreciate your nobility. But, you and Tricia aren’t getting back together. She just wants to get fucked tonight. And as her girl group, we aren’t letting her go home with any of these tools at the club tonight. You, on the other hand, have a history with her. So, if she wants to hook up tonight with you, she has all of our blessing. Oh, and if you two don’t, I wouldn’t mind getting a crack at Mr Thor sometime with you. She showed us all pictures!”
I thought I was aroused thinking about and hearing Tricia, but Jenn’s voice had been like a tongue exploring my groin, and when she called my cock Mr Thor, it stiffened into full strength, filling my hand.
“So….if you don’t want to get out of bed, I’ll just catch a ride over to your place…so I can ride Mr Thor…”
I struggled to think as Jenn giggled again, I could hear her girl group laughing and chanting in the background.
“Mr Thor! Mr Thor! Mr Thor!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ihbsob/the_drunken_dilemma_a_ex_tale_mf