The text came at 8:40pm as I was just getting ready for bed after having my evening shower.
Hoodlum: Hey, Tracy! I’m in town. Just landed at the airport.
Just like that, I felt heat rush down south, remembering all the filthy things we do to each other when he’s in town.
Fuck. I was such a slutty fool for this one man.
Stand up, Tracy. Stand up. You’re too down bad. It’s not a good look.
The self pep-talk was kind of working, so I decided to ignore the text. I was not his damn booty call. Texting me only when he was in town for a couple of days was insulting. The only activity we managed to do was fuck. We did it so well, though, so good. Damn, I missed getting naked with that man.
“Fuck”, I cursed when I realised I was getting distracted. I hated being at the mercy of my libido when it came to Levi.
At the ping of my phone, I checked the message. Another one from Levi.
Hoodlum: Are you asleep? I just left the airport. I’m on the way to our Airbnb. Can you join me?
Our Airbnb. I felt myself thawing a little and mentally slapped myself.
Girl, get a grip. You’re not a booty call. Ignore that hoodlum. No self-respecting feminist would answer that message.
Another ping. The hoodlum sent another text.
Hoodlum: I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been craving to touch you. Haven’t had sex in almost three months and as soon as I touched down, the idea of you started to make me hard. Please?
Fuck! I cursed as I felt my nipples hardening. Three months? For someone with Levi’s sexual drive, three months without sex was a long time, and I wanted all that pent-up desire to be unleashed on me.
I was so horny all of a sudden, thinking about how many times he made me cum the last time we were together.
I was startled from my musing by my phone ringing, and my heart started to beat faster in anticipation when I saw the caller’s name: Hoodlum with the demon emoji. There was just something about what he did with his dick that was unnatural. Especially turning my brain to mush. He even made me forget that I hated men. Temporarily.
I let the ringtone almost end before accepting the call.
“Tracy, baby, were you sleeping?”
I was almost annoyed at how good he sounded. He had no right to sound that good or to try to butter me up with endearments. I knew exactly what he wanted from me. That three-letter word which began with S and ended with X.
“Levi,” I said, levelling my voice so that none of my excitement showed through my tone. “I was almost in dreamland.”
“Tracy Baby, I missed your voice. Have you seen my texts?” He asked.
Stop calling me baby! I almost screamed. Actually, don’t stop. I love it. Hell, I was so confused.
“I was just reading them,” I responded, ignoring the part about him missing me. I knew what he missed. It started with P and ended with Y. He was not fooling me.
“Please, baby. I really want to see you. I’ve missed you,” he repeated. Then, “My dick misses your lips and your pussy.”
Aha! Some honesty now, I thought even as I got wet.
This was clearly a booty call, and to my everlasting shamelessness, I was too tempted to say no. My booty was very interested in answering this call.
“My lips also miss your pussy like crazy,” he added, justifying my incoming shamelessness even more.
“I’m coming,” I finally agreed, too quickly to sound as unaffected as I wanted to sound.
“Thank you. I’ll take a shower and wait for you.”
“Alright, see you.”
I was about to hang up when his voice came on the line again.
“Oh, and Tracy? Leave the panties out of your outfit. I want my meal to be uncovered and ready to be devoured when you get here.”
Then the hoodlum hung up before I could respond! I mean, what response was there to give to such an outrageously filthy demand? I was just getting hornier and wetter.
Grateful that I had just taken a shower and didn’t have to wait too long for relief, I booked an Uber and dressed while I waited for it.
I wore one of the Shein dresses I had copped just two days before. It was a blue mid-length dress with a flowy skirt, which would be good for the no panties stipulation. My makeup was minimal – just a quick brush of my pressed powder over my face, blue mascara to match my dress and the strawberry-flavoured lip gloss he always went crazy over. I decided to leave my gold locs down to frame my face, and I was done. I packed up a few clothes and essentials for my short stay into my overnight bag. I knew he would have condoms, but I added some anyway. I also added some lube because it had been a while and the hoodlum was above average in size. Satisfied, I zipped up the bag.
My Uber arrived just as I was spritzing myself with a generous amount of DKNY Be Tempted. Seemed fitting for the occasion.
On the way to the Airbnb, I sent a message to my bestie whatsapp groupchat with my two besties.
Me: Hey guys, Levi is in town. I’m on my way to the same Airbnb via Uber. Sharing the trip now.
It took a few seconds, but I was soon rewarded with several pings of rapid-fire responses.
Delali: Wait, didn’t you say you were going to bed half an hour ago? Also, you said you wouldn’t answer his texts anymore.
Akua: I didn’t know that the Hoodlum was back in town. Good for you. Maybe some good sex will put you in a better mood. You’ve been insufferable lately.
Me: @Delali ?
Me: @Akua He landed less than an hour ago and called me from the airport. Also, I have NOT been insufferable. I only snapped at you ONCE. I was tired of your obsession with shipping the actors of Heated Rivalry in real life. Besides, I apologised right after! And, his name is Levi, not Hoodlum!
The last part was my fault because that was how I had saved his name on my phone, but still.
Delali: @Tracy Omg, how the mighty have fallen. TRACY KODUA, DID YOU JUST ANSWER ANOTHER BOOTY CALL FROM THIS MAN?
Me: Anyone who is having regular sex doesn’t have the right to judge how others get theirs.
Delali: It’s called a relationship, Tracy. You should try it. You might even like it.
Akua: @Delali Ewww, sounds terrible. ?
I snorted.
Me: You guys are killing my boner. Goodnight. Talk to you later after I’m all fucked out. ?
Akua: Bye! Have many orgasms! ??
Delali: And fall in love! ?
Akua: @Delali I hope that the love bug that bit you is not contagious. You’ve been extremely annoying ever since you started having regular sex.
Delali: Akua, it’s called happiness. You should try it; it’s more fulfilling than obsessively shipping co-stars who are reportedly in relationships with other people.
Ouch, I felt that burn.
Akua: ? Omg, that was so mean; leave me alone. And for the record, I’m shipping FRIENDship!
Delali: Lmaaaoooo liar! ?
Laughing, I put my phone away, only to pick it up again when I heard another ping. This time, it was a picture from Levi. He had sent me a thirst trap of a mirror selfie of him with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his chest. Not only did he look hot as fuck, but I also remembered what we had done in front of that mirror the last time. Fuck.
Just like that, I felt liquid pooling inside me, repairing the damage the convos with the girls had done to my libido.
I didn’t have to tell him I had arrived. He must have been waiting for the sound of a vehicle, because as soon as I got out of the car, the gate opened, and he took my overnight bag.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I responded.
“You look so good. I’m glad you came.”
“Thank you, me too.”
We were both smiling, but we didn’t touch each other.
“Come on,” he said, leading me into the house. He was wearing low-hung sweatpants that looked so damn good on him. The plain white T-shirt that completed his outfit stretched across his chest.
As soon as we entered the living room, he dropped my bag on the closest couch and drew me into his arms, kissing me hungrily. I kissed him back with the same desperate intensity, moaning into his mouth when he hoisted me against himself, letting me rub myself against him. We were just getting started, and it already felt so good.
