Soooooo....

The weird vibes reached a crescendo and I decided to put a stop to that nonsense.

My reactions are weird. I'm more likely to yell and curse when I'm irritated, but when I'm angry, I turn to ice. I get very polite and if I'm pushed further, then I'll explode. People that know me know that once I pour out the clipped tones and start addressing them by their full first names (see I give all my friends nicknames and never use the real ones) in every sentence, I'm about to explode.

So I asked IB very politely to please take me home. He was like, baby c'mon naaaa, why you wanna leave so early.. in his hideous hybrid igbo/yankee accent. I asked him again and he said ok. Went to his friends and they conversed in Igbo for a while, who the hell knows what they were talking about. I spat out a good bye and then stalked to the car. I was so mad I could barely speak.

He got in the car and started driving. Then he made a huge mistake. He started talking about my "fuck up" at his friend's place. I exploded and he was so stupidly oblivious to everything outside his penis that he didn't see it coming. I cursed him out so badly that the air in the car turned blue and he could only stare at me with his mouth open. He had no idea that I could get that mad.

ML: So you thought you were gonna get some from me tonight huh? What the fuck gave you that stupid idea? Do I seem like that kind of girl to you? How many times will I tell you that it will never happen, I'm not in the least bit attracted to you. How could you insult me so? Your southern sluts are not enough for you, you want to try with me? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!!

IB: *fish face*

I went on like that for the whole ride and climaxed with "don't fucking call me" as he was dropping me off. He was stunned. By that time, my anger was spent and I was amused. I flounced out of the car barely containing my giggles at the thought of his face. He tried to call me back, but I walked into my uncle's house and closed the door. He wasn't stupid enough to come into my uncle's house. He wasn't trying to get shot. Lol.

The next day I was cool, and he called me apologizing profusely. I accepted because I was about to head back to the east coast and I didn't have to see him again. We spoke occasionally on the phone afterward, he still declared his love for me etc etc. Nothing out of the ordinary. He tried to get me to come visit him a few times, even offering to pay for my ticket... hell to the no.

I didn't think I'd see him again. But then my senior year, spring break came and I decided to go to the south again. Some peeps and I were supposed to go to some resort, but it didn't happen and I ended up staying at my uncle's place for the week.

IB picked me up from the airport and took me to his place. I learned a lot of stuff about him while chilling at his crib, especially why I could never be with him. He was cheap for one thing, and he stuck gum everywhere.

I decided to stay at his place that first night, because once I got to my uncle's crib, I'd be pretty restricted.

That was my first mistake.

In fact from here on out, it was mistake city....

1. I offered to sleep in the living room, but IB insisted I share his bed... and I agreed.
2. When he kept stroking me in the middle of the night, instead of getting my things and leaving, I stayed and shrugged him off.
3. When I started to get really horny, instead of praying or taking a cold shower, I let him kiss me.
4. When he started to head down south, instead of flying off the bed, I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

I have no excuse. I was horny.... and single.

and 5. When he led me to the shower, instead of resisting, I followed him.

I took off my clothes and jumped in the shower with him. I let him touch me and kiss me.

I let him fuck me. And then I fucked him.

I rationalised the whole thing to myself.

I can't stand him, but so what? His dick is impressive, we're both adults, I can handle no strings sex... but he'll gloat about this. He's tried to get me for so long, and now he has. He'll rub it in my face forever...

That conversation was between me and Miss Lowlah and Miss Lowlah won, and she had some great sex that night. It was surprisingly good... I'm disgusted at how good it was.

Then the shit hit the fan.