When the girlfriend’s away, horny Mike will play (with other men that is.)
Mike is beside himself when his girlfriend breaks up with him, so what does he do, invites his gay friend over who has had a secret crush on him. Things take a lusty turn in the process.
Excerpt:
“Damn, who is this this time of night?” I was watching at encore episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta when I got a text from Mike. He’s the only one I would miss my housewives for. The text read, Danielle and me broke up.
“Whaaaaaat!”
His news was like a thunderbolt through my heart. I started fingering keys, misspelling words in a rush to respond back. Whut happned?
I just felt her slipping away. I was getting the feeling that she was no longer interested in me.
R U Okay? I asked him.
Not Really. What r u doin’? Mike wrote back and asked.
Nothin’. Just watchin’ TV.
I had a feeling where this was going.
Can you come over?
And sure enough.
“Fuck, right now?” I said to myself. I had just taken a shower and was in my pajamas. I was in for the night. It was nasty and wet from the storm Tally had earlier and I had zero plans to step my ass out in that nasty weather, but I didn’t want to turn my back on Mike. Not tonight when he needed someone to talk to obviously. I let out a sigh and then texted him back.
Yeah. I can be there in ten minutes.
Kewl, he said.
To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. Everyone that I have talked to about Mike says he has some growing up to do and I will bet you any amount of money that’s why Danielle broke up with him, or that’s probably one of the reasons. I changed into some jeans and slipped my feet into my sneaks. I grabbed the warmest coat I had hanging in my closet, which is a navy fleece with a hood that I’ve had for years and would never part with. I grabbed the keys off the dining room table. As soon as I opened the door the brisk chill was like a pimp slap in my face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s cold!” I pulled the hood of my coat over my head and hauled ass to my car. I turned the heater up as high as it would go. I didn’t have a/c worth a damn in my Oldsmobile, but thank fucking God I had heat. By the time I reached the north side of town, Mike’s neck of the woods, the car was good and toasty. I pulled into the parking lot of Mike’s apartment complex. I found his car and parked next to him. I could make out his silhouette in the living room window.
“Damn, he must really need to talk.”
I shoved my hands in the deep pocket of my coat as I made my way to the set of stairs that wound up to his apartment. Mike answered with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
“What’s up?” I said.
“’Sup?” Mike wedged the door open enough to let me in.”
“Hurry up. It’s cold as fuck outside.”
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