Sexy Love Redux Part I

June 20, 2016 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Taboo, Romance | Tags: , ,

Hi guys! I was a bit bored so I decided to visit two of my favorite characters, Mike and Kathy, from my favorite storyline, Sexy Love. If you haven't read that, I suggest you do so first before reading this one. The link is below. Also, it you have time, listen to Ne-Yo's Sexy Love. It really is a nice song. Enjoy. :)

- SS1981


Mike unfastened his seatbelt, stood up, and walked to the aisle. He looked both ways, put his two fists on his lower back and stretched. He hated flying. He looked at his Casio watch and went back to his seat.

"Great. Twelve hours and thirty five minutes to go." he muttered to himself.

He then opened his bag and fished out his earphones, plugged it in his phone and browsed through the songs in his Spotify. As he thumbed up the screen, he saw a familiar title and tapped on it. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"My sexy love..." Ne-Yo began.

Mike always liked this song. The first time he heard it, he knew it would eventually break into his personal Top 10 R&B songs list.

The beat. The rhythm. The bridge, the voice. The lyrics. He could listen to the song the whole day.

But he also liked it for another reason. It was the soundtrack to an unforgettable night he had a little more than three years ago.

With his cousin, Kathy.

Mike had many questions months after that night. Did it really happen? Will anyone ever know about it? Was I good? Was it even right?

Was it going to happen again?

"...that's why I'm always keeping you around, my sexy love..." Ne-Yo continued.

Aside from the blinking light on the right wing, everything was dark. He looked down at his phone and pressed repeat. Mike could still remember every little detail from that night. The tequila shots. The dancing. The kiss. The drive home in silence.

Kathy's black underwear (sexy). Kathy's breasts (Damn, those breasts). Kathy's ass (fuck yes). Kathy's scent (sweat and Polo Sport). Kathy's hands (so soft). Kathy's tongue (probing, exploring, hot).

Without meaning to, he felt his pants tighten at the thought of her cousin. A galaxy of thoughts began to flood Mike's mind again.

He fixed his jeans and looked at his watch. Time didn't seem to move. He turned his attention back to the thoughts of Kathy smiling at him in his mind.

"And I just can't think of anything else I'd rather do, than to hear you sing, sing my name the way you do..."

They had corresponded for a bit on Facebook before Kathy deleted her account for good. Mike hadn't heard from her since. Now, he was on his way to San Francisco, where she had moved from San Diego right after she came back from Manila.

"...when we do our thing, when we do the the things we do..."

Mike looked again at his watch and closed his eyes. He opened them again to look at his... Read More

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