Part 2:

I left the club confused as Hell. Why am I actually considering going home with him? Better yet, why do I WANT to? I couldn’t seem to snap out of it. Was it because I was drunk? Had the sexual tension just reached a boiling point? The fact that I was back in my hometown definitely had something to do with it. This was somewhere that I had been gone from, physically and emotionally, for so long that it felt more like a dream state than my real life.

I tried to make myself reconsider. Took time to make sure this was what I really wanted to do it. Was I really feeling this way towards HIM? I went to Waffle House with my girlfriends. We laughed about what had happened, they joked about the fact he still seemed to think he had a chance with me. I didn’t share with them what I was seriously considering. I felt slightly embarrassed I may end up eating my words if all those “NEVERS” turned into a “Well, just this once.”

I texted him “I’m sharing a room with my girl. You still live alone?” He was infamous for having a live in girlfriend. That would be all I needed to hear to end this entire fantasy. “You can come here, I live alone and I am single.” Was his reply. God he knows me all too well! Driving back to our hotel I text him again “If I come to you I’m staying the night.” Trying to find any reason why the plan I was plotting wouldn’t work; and besides I’m not doing a Walk of Shame coming back to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. He text back immediately, “That’s cool.” I pull up to the hotel to drop everyone off and text him one last time “Send me your address.” In my mind I’m thinking maybe it will be too far and I just won’t feel like making the drive. He sends the address, I GPS it; .02 Miles from our hotel. It’s around the corner, I could literally walk. That’s it, I’m doing this.

I leave my friends at the room and go straight to his apartment complex. I call him and say “I’m outside.” His voice is raspy, “Come on.” He had left the door open slightly. He’s sitting on the couch in the dark smoking a blunt. I walk in and sit down next to him. He passes it to me. All the thoughts that had been racing through my mind the last couple of hours as to whether or not I should go through with this were dead. I had made up my mind before I even walked inside. I was calm, comfortable even. We are both grown, we know what I’m here for. That’s when I transformed 100% into Barbee. That was natural for me as I had fully adapted my alter ego into my life years prior. He didn’t know Barbee though. He knew the sweet and innocent little girl from high school. Well, maybe she wasn’t innocent but she was a lot more reserved and naive than Barbee. I could tell my boldness shocked him a bit. The way I got straight to it and rubbed my hand across the crotch of his jeans. I started tugging at his belt for him to undress. He whispered “Damn, you got me a little nervous.” I couldn’t hold back my laughter. HIM nervous? He was a player, a heartbreaker, arguably the most popular guy in the small town we grew up in. I’d seen all the girls that came in and out of his life. I knew how he moved from one to the other like it was nothing. We had talked about sexual encounters and fantasies we had fulfilled in our past. I mean, we were close friends throughout the 13 years we had known each other. I knew damn near everything about him. Him being nervous in the midst of a drunken booty call was not something I had ever pictured. “Why you nervous?” I grinned, “I’m here now.” He looked me in the eyes, “Because it’s YOU.”

That set me off. Kicked my confidence up even more. Now I’m feeling cocky, now I’m trying to show you Barbee for real. “We going to the back?” He got up and led me to the bedroom…….

*To Be Continued*