Neal still called.
Magnolia still didn’t answer.
He still sent text messages.
Magnolia still ignored them.
He found excuses to get in touch. Like asking if she’d watched the historical Presidential Inauguration six days before.
She didn’t reply.
She had, but was determined to not act like they were simply old friends.
Though she ignored his repeated initiated contact, she still checked his online account balance, trying to figure out his spending habits, just as she did when they were together.
Magnolia took a sip of Pinot Noir from her leopard wine glass and then talked to herself.
Why is this man still in my head? I haven’t slept with him in months. Maybe it’s my ego. Maybe I just like the attention. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic. A dumb, foolish, hopeless ass romantic.
Magnolia spoke to her confused self after midnight, up way too late for a Monday. While sitting in the executive chair at her large desk in her pale-purple bedroom, walls adorned with pricey floral abstract artwork, she searched the web on her laptop.
She lived in a sprawling, twenty-eight-hundred-square-foot, three-bedroom ranch in the Miami Shores area of Miami Beach. It was more than enough room for a single solitary bachelorette. The pale yellow stucco house with the red clay roof sat neatly at the end of a cul-de-sac. The side entry, two-car garage had white carriage doors.
Her diffuser burned Thai fruit scented oil all through her bedroom suite. The amber nightlight near her dresser was subtle. The screen of her computer shined light on her curious face. She had the overhead fan at medium speed to cool the effects of another warm day in January, including the warmth exuding from her heated loins.
Heated because the words meet, real, sex, partners, tonight, filled Magnolia’s eyes, all the result of her viewing the website GrownFreakyFolks.com, the site she kept getting emails about, especially lately.
The tagline said “Swingers, Free Adult Chat, and Adult Personals.” The home page offered links for live webcam viewing of videos in every category from guy-on-guy, to Latin love, to whatever. GFF, as it was called, was a freakazoid’s playground.
Magnolia’s newbie heart skipped one beat after another. Anticipatory.
She sighed a virgin sex-site sigh, taking in the X-rated screen before her. Photos of members named LickitySplit, HeadLover, and BlackSugarDaddy were exposed before her in graphic nude poses with sex dripping from their heads to their toes.
She sat up straight, only wearing an orange bra and matching lace boy shorts, scooted closer…and clicked Join, typing her new screen name as if she’d thought of it beforehand, MaggieVirgin. “Never use your real name,” she said aloud, recalling what some dating expert said one time on television. Forcing her thoughts to get a grip and shift to the land of the wild, brave, and sexalicious, she deleted MaggieVirgin and tried TightandRight, then CurvesAhead. Taken. SomeSkill. She shook her head and said, “Not.”
TastyTangie. Her adventurous brain gave a finger snap. “That’s it. But how the hell would I know if I’m tasty or not?” She hit Enter. Accepted. Welcome TastyTangie. Credit card information entered, and she was an official online adult friend.
After twenty minutes of filling out her profile, setting preferences, revealing boundaries, detailing turn-offs, turn-ons, and turn-outs, and such tantalizing bits of info, her profile was nearly complete. All but the photo.
Damn. Can’t put my headshot on here. Nothing but ladies’ body parts and men’s dicks. Oh boy. Well, Magnolia, you need to quit playing. You’ve gone this far. She made up her mind to play nice.
Grabbing her digital camera from the bookcase above her desk, she got up and stepped along the cool bamboo flooring, and headed straight to her queen canopy bed. She lay back on the black and white flowered comforter with the mauve covered pillows, and pulled off her boy shorts. She positioned the camera right between her legs and felt a flutter in her stomach. She sensed the beat of her shocked heart against the mattress. “No way I’m showing my landing strip vagina for the world to see.” She sat up and took off her orange bra. Her heavy breasts hung free and she looked down at them as if she was waiting for them to perk themselves up and participate. Magnolia lifted one up and it drooped back down. She put her bra back on. “This is gonna have to be a bra cleavage shot.”
She stood in front of the dresser mirror, turned off the flash and took the picture, but it was too dark. She turned the flash back on and again aimed the camera toward her, looking at the viewfinder through the mirror. Click. She got a shot from her neck to her upper belly that she thought made her breasts look two sizes larger, but she said, “That’s gonna have to do.”
Within an hour after adding her sexy pic, TastyTangie was already invited to accept a chat with five members, in particular, Carl10Inches, who lived within ten miles. Thirty minutes after chatting with him back and forth, she blocked the number to her cell, grabbed ahold of her nerve, and made her virgin call to a stranger she’d met on a sex site.
“Hello.” His voice was deep and slow, sort of like a Barry White baritone.
“Hi. Carl?” she asked, talking fast. Her voice was shaky.
“Yes. Tangie?”
“Uh-huh.” She said it as though she just might be lying.
“How are you? You nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be. Just first-time jitters.”
She nodded as if he could see her. “So, you’re used to this, I see?” she told him, making it sound like a question.
“Yeah. Sort of. I found GFF about a year or so ago.”
“I see.” There was a lull. Magnolia cleared her throat.
He spoke up. “So. What are you looking for on a site like this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Just curious?” he asked.
“You could say that.”
“I will tell you one thing. You need to be careful, especially if you do end up meeting up with anyone. Make sure you don’t take valuables with you, and maybe if you have a friend you can trust, you can tell them where you’re going. Don’t go to anybody’s home. Only hotels. And even then, as a single woman, be aware. Make sure no one is using his or her cell or laptop to tape you. You know, all I’m saying is, be careful.”
She smiled, barely. “Okay. That’s nice of you to tell me that.”
“No problem. You really sound sexy.”
“Thanks.”
“Kind of sultry.”
“Really?”
“Really. Making my dick hard the more I hear you talk.”
“I see.”
“Tangie.”
“Yes.”
“Is your pussy wet?”
Damn, he got right to it. “I don’t know.”
“Check.”
Magnolia went from the desk chair to her bed, sat on the end and parted her legs a little, inserting her finger, playing along. “Yeah. It is.”
“Wetter than usual?”
“Yes.” She cleared her throat like it would clear her mind. “I’m not used to talking like this with someone I don’t know.”
“Then think of me as someone you do know. Pretend I’m an old friend. A friend from college, and now we’ve connected. Pretend you’re going to see me this weekend, but until then, we talk about the good old times together, like how you’d sit on my face every morning.”
“I would?” Magnolia found herself leaning back.
“You would. We’d call it the good morning hello. And you’d let me eat your pussy till you’d damn near smother me when you’d come. How you slid down to my dick and rode me, bucking like you were pumping for dear life.”
“Ummm.” She rubbed her thighs, and then her pussy lips.
“And then you rose up from my dick and faced the other way, getting on your knees, and you raised my legs and backed it up so I could watch your ass clap.”
“Uh-huh.” She again stuck her middle finger inside. Her wetness was seeping.
“You do have a big ass, don’t you Tangie?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. Do me a favor. Put the phone up to your pussy and finger-fuck yourself so I can hear it.”
Magnolia found herself doing just as she was told, placing her cell to her opening with one hand, and sliding her finger in and out to the sound of her creamy juices. Loud juices. Louder than she thought it would be. She put the phone back to her ear. “Did you like that?” Her tone was suddenly X-rated.
He moaned deep. “I did. I almost nutted. But first, I want you to taste it for me.”
“Taste it?”
“Yeah. Stick your fingers in your mouth and tell me what it tastes like.”
She immediately licked her own juices from her finger. “It tastes sweet. Different. And it smells good.”
“Good. Now suck your finger like you’re sucking my dick. And let me hear that shit.”
She did.
He sounded as though he was in pillow talk overdrive. “See, I’m about to. Damn, Tangie. Suck it. Suck that big dick. Uggh. Uggh. Aww.” And Carl came for Magnolia, or Tangie, or whomever, over the phone. He kept groaning and made the sound of a deep, yanking grunt.
Magnolia kept listening as Carl10Inches flowed through his solo ecstasy. Her mind was surprised at how loud and turned on he was. She lost her erotic groove for a minute and waited until he stopped.
Within one minute, his voice was instantly normal. “Good girl. And next time, we’ll get on the webcam. You do have a webcam right?”
“I do.”
“Cool. I’ll be in touch online. Good night Tangie.”
“Good night.”
And he hung up. Magnolia sat up and said, “Well I’ll be damn. What if I’d wanted to get mine? His ass could’ve cared less.”
She heard a chime on her computer and stood up, noticing another chat icon that had popped up. She spoke to her kinky laptop. “No. Not tonight. Let me get over that shit first.” She prepared to turn it off as she stood over the screen, pantieless, and saw that it read, LeanAndJean. A couple. “Bye, LeanAndJean.” Magnolia shut it down. She looked over and glanced at herself in the dresser mirror.
“Dammit, I took that picture with my chain on. Duh.”