She Picked Him Up Around Six

Lonely Black Man
Sep 1, 2018 · 3 min read

“When my flight comes in, I’ll be waiting for you on the north curve, probably around doors 22–25. You can’t miss me, I’ll be that sexy motherfucker with a duffle bag.”

“Well, what if there’s a sexy motherfucker standing next to you?” She asked.

“If, and I do mean if, there is some sexy motherfucker standing next to me, then you’d better get your eyes checked. The shit just ain’t possible.”

“Whatever,” she said laughing.

“Do you remember what time that flight I’m paying for, is coming in again?” She asked him.

“I think around 5:30 tomorrow evening, but I’ll double-check. But you can pick me up around six,” he said.

“Now all that talk of you enjoying me better happen,” he said with an equally joking tone.

“I’m not flying 200 miles to shake hands. I want to see you naked in person, girl. No more pictures. I’ve seen enough.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that sweetheart,” she responded.

“You need to worry about how much riding I’m going to do. I don’t think you’ll have any of that dick control you brag about. I know how to ride black men,” she said.

“I’d tell you to ask my husband about my riding habits, but that wouldn’t be very wise of me now, would it?” She asked with a laugh.

“The way I see it is this,” he said, “If, and I do mean if, your husband was giving it to you like he should be, you and I would have never met.”

“Wait, I take that back,” he added. “We would’ve likely still met, but we wouldn’t have gotten this far in our conversations simply because you’d be a happy wife and he’d be doing what he’s suppose to be doing.”

“How do you know he isn’t?” She asked.

“Maybe I just want to fuck you once or twice, who knows,” she said unconvincingly.

“You’re right, I don’t know. But when a woman in your marital situation tells me how miserable she is-in her marriage, and the things her husband does and doesn’t do for the sake of the marriage, I’m pretty goddamn confident that such a woman doesn’t just want to meet for a hot, two-night date during the week.”

“And if that doesn’t prove anything, then how about the many nights over the last two months we’ve spent talking on the phone, in the shadows of your marriage,” he added.

She was quieter than a field rat pissing on cotton, but later admitted that he pretty much called it the way it was.

“How do you feel about dating a married woman,” she asked.

“Honestly, I don’t have a feeling. You already said you guys were separated. Is that still the case or what?”

“No, yeah. No, wait. We’re still separated,” she answered.

“I’m my own opinion, if the two people in a marriage aren’t living together, it’s pretty hard for me to believe there’s a marriage at hand. That’s some other knowledge that I don’t have a concept for, but I can speculate on it all day,” he said.

“I can understand that,” she said.

Her other line beeped. “Oh goodness, that’s him on the other line. Do you want to hold, or let me call you back?” she asked.

“Say what? You’re offering me an opportunity to wait on the first line while you talk to your husband on the other?” he asked.

“Oh hell no. It is a bit late. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow in the afternoon. I am getting a little tired anyway, so have a goodnight, babe,” he said.

“You too sweetheart. See your sexy ass tomorrow. Bye,” she whispered.