Natalie.

She spent the latter half of November and all of December lounging around at her dad’s lake house in UpState, New York, and had finally sobered up enough to make the flight down to Alabama and spend some time with me for a few days. “Baby I missed you so much! ” Purred Natalie on her cellphone while waiting for her flight out of LaGuardia Airport.

“I missed you too, lil’ babygirl.” I responded. “How has it been not smoking while you were up there with your dad?” I said in a concerned yet non-chalant tone. “Baby, I tried but I took a smoke last night,” whined, Natalie. “I tried so hard, babe, but I just fall apart everytime I think about my mom.” You see, here’s Natalie’s little issue: Her mom died from a rare form of cancer about a year ago and she’s been a chain-smoking, temper tantrum-throwing, moody, melodramatic mess ever since. When I first met her she was a damn mess. Her apartment looked like some wild boars lived there, and she had these episodes where she would be verbally and physically abusive - blaming her behavior entirely on her bi-polarism. I would have believed the bi-polar part if I hadn’t had any professional experience in dealing with bi-polar children and adults.  But one thing’s for sure, bi-polar people don’t just pick and choose when they want to have a temper tantrum, which is what she was doing. They just go off without warning. Nevertheless, I’ve been making a little headway with her little unstable personality.

“Oh, babe, that’s my flight. I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit okay?” Said Natalie in a rushed way as I could hear the voice over the intercom telling people to board the plane. “Okay, I’ll be at the airport when you land.”  I said with a slight grin.

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People are rushing and walking down the concourse - looking for whomever is supposed to pick them up or looking for the next gate to make their connecting flight. I’m seated conveniently at the portal where all the concourse traffic had to walk though so I wouldn’t miss Natalie as she walked by. Here she comes popping her tiny little round booty and switching her little hips on her 5-foot-tall, 100 pound frame - her long, straight, shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights flowing in the wind as she’s switching her way as fast as she can down the concourse, looking left and right for me. As she gets closer I stand up and give her a big smile with my arms open. She sees me and runs toward me, jumping up on me and wrapping her legs around my waist.  “Mmmmmm, baby, I’m so glad to be in your arms!” Screams Natalie as she throws her arms around my neck, nearly choking me, and gives me a deep, sensual French kiss. I could taste the remnance of Salem Lights on her tongue, which was disappointing but still, she is my baby.

“Were you delayed any?” I asked Natalie as I took her suitcase and jacket. “No,” responded Natalie. “Actually, I almost missed my connecting flight in North Carolina.” She said as she grabs hold of my hand and cuddles under my arm. “Are you hungry?” I asked her. “OOOooooh yes!” She said as she smiled with glee. “I want some sushiiiiiii!” she said in her high pitched, horse little voice. “Cool. We can go to that Japanese steakhouse downtown.” I said. “But I’m sure you want to chill for a minute before we go get something to eat.”  I suggested to her. “Sure, babe.” Natalie said as she put her head on my shoulder. She held my hand the entire way back to my apartment, kissing each knuckle as she watched the countryside go by.

As I’m carrying her things through my living room she runs past me to my bed and jumps in. “Mmmmm, your bed feels soooooooo good.” She says as she grabs one of my goose down pillows and embraces it like a little child and curls up. I flopped in the bed next to her and stroked her arm for a minute and eased my hand down to her flat little belly and rubbed her belly in a circular motion. She turned around with a large smile and eyes closed as she wrapped her muscular little leg around my thigh and her arm around my waist as she gives me a series of little pecks around my cheeks and on my lips.

“Baby, I’m going to take a bath okay?” She says as she opens her eyes to look at me. “Sure,” I said. “Your shampoo and stuff is still in the shower.” She hops out of the bed to get a towel out of the closet but I followed her and cornered her in the hallway as she doubled back towards the bathroom. I grabbed her around her tiny waist, barely big enough to hold up her jeans, and bent over to give her another kiss. “Wait, baby, I want to take a bath first before we make love cause’ I’m all sticky.” She said in her playful little foxy voice. “Oh really?” I responded in a deep, grunting tone. She slightly collapses in my arms as I tighten my grip around her waist and slide my hand down the back of her loose jeans to grab her entire little booty with my  hand.

She begins to moan as she throws her right leg up on my left hip.  I instinctively grab her by the thigh and press her up against the wall in the hallway. She grabs my jeans in the front with both hands, while still deeply french kissing me, unhooks my belt, unsnaps my jeans, and zips the zipper down - grabbing my hard, throbbing dick and pulling it out of my jeans. I reach under her baby blue sweater and quickly unhook her bra, pulling her sweater and bra over her head, and revealing her beautiful, olive skin  and  tear drop-shaped, firm, baseball-sized breasts with tiny tan-colored nipples. I flick her little jeans off and slide my fingers around her little panties and flick them down her legs. She breathes harder and deeper as my pants fall to the floor. She guides my dick between her legs, and I grab my dick from the other side as I slide it between her legs and out the back side, pressing my dick right in the crack of her tiny ass. She begins biting and suckling on my lower lip as she scoots and grinds back and forth on my hard dick.

I pick her up and carry her to my bed. While holding her with one arm I grab my tan and gold comforter, flip the sheets back and throw her on the bed face down. Before I could grab her around the waist the quickly grabs a pillow and assumes the mounting position - wrapping her arms around the pillow, arching her back, positioning her knees shoulder width wide, and spreading her ass cheeks wide open. As she reaches back between her legs to invite me into her bright pinkish red pussy, I slapped my left hand on the base of her tail bone and thrusted my hard dick between her quivering, moist pussy lips. As the head of my dick slowly pierced its way deeper in her tiny pussy I reached around  with my right hand and fondled her clit to arouse her even more. She starts to moan and wince - biting my pillow - as my dick slides a little deeper with each gentle thrust.

I start my full fledge assault on her pussy, raming harder and harder, as her walls relax more and more. I grab her tiny little ass cheeks and spread them as wide as they can go as I feel the adrenaline rush right through my veins like hot, molten steel. She can no longer bite the pillow as my thrusting pushed her past the pillow. She’s screaming out like a veteran porno star as I variate between hard, pounding and slow jabs. While still inside her I reposition her to lay on her right side, throw her left leg upwards, and pull her right leg straight - wrapping my right arm around the back of her left knee and pulling her left leg closer to her chest - holding her in almost a kind of half nelson, fetal position as I continued to thrust deeply into her wet pussy, now swollen and red.

She starts to tremble, signaling that she’s close to cumming, and I flip her over on her back so we can kiss while as we cum together. As she begins to cum she grabs my triceps with her tiny hands and arches her head back into the pillow. She lets out a loud, eardrum vibrating holler as her stomach bulges and her walls constrict around my dick.

“Mmmm, mmm, mmmmmmm, baby, I love you.” Natalie moans into my ear barely above a whisper.

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”Get the fuck out of my house, George!!” Sara screams as her estranged, abusive, destructive boyfriend continues to print off emails from the internet on the computer in the living room. “Do you want us to call the fucking police, George?” Natalie screams as she’s stomping around Sara’s living room with no shoes on. “Sara told you to get the fuck outta here! You’re not wanted here anymore!!” She screams at this dude. Meanwhile, I’m sitting on the couch observing this bullshit in a calm, cool, collected manner. See, here’s the deal with Sara and George: George, a 6 foot 2, 220 pound brother, has fucked half the women in metro Atlanta. Sara, a short, dumpy white girl from Haleyville, Alabama, has put up with his triffling ass ways to the point of finally retaliating. While trying to kick his ass out of her two bedroom apartment he wrecked everything in sight. The microwave is smashed to smitherines - glass scattered all over the kitchen floor. Christmas ornaments and peices of what was left of their Christmas tree is scattered all over the living room. His clothes are thrown around all over the apartment.

How the hell did I get into all this shit? Well, Instead of opting for Natalie and I to have a little quality time alone in her apartment in Atlanta I chose to go with her idea and hang out with her co-worker, Sara, for drinks at some corny bar. While we’re at the bar, Natalie and Sara are whooping and hollering up a storm with varioius friends as they pass through the bar. “Hey, Romulus, do you have any brothers?” Sara asks me as she shamelessly eyeballs me from head to toe. “She’s pissed off because her and her boyfriend aren’t getting along.” Natalie sloppily whispers into my ear as she takes another gulp of her Rum and Coke. After a few more minutes of small talk between Sara and Natalie, Sara suddenly starts to cry as if she had just gotten news that her mom had died.

“I don’t know what to do, y’all!” she whines as she looks at Natalie and me. “I told George to leave three days ago and he’s still there!” At this point I’m thinking to myself this night is going to be fucked up but I’m just going to go with the flow. So, anyways, back to the current action: As George is walking around the apartment looking for his keys, Sara and Natalie follow him, chastising him and repeatedly telling him to leave. Natalie is so hyped up on emotions and juiced up from liquor she doesn’t realize there’s glass all over the floor from the busted microwave. She steps on a large sliver of glass and slices her heel wide open, flinging blood all over the walls in the living room and the kitchen.

“That’s it!!” Sara screams in her sniveling, snot-slirping little voice. “Look what happened to Natalie! I’m calling the cops!!” As she dials the phone George puts on his shirt and shoes and casually walks toward the door. “Yes,” screaches Sara to the operator on the phone. “I’ve told him over and over to leave my apartment….he wrecked my living room and busted up my microwave oven. Now my best friend’s foot is cut open from the broken glass!!” Says Sara as she’s rocking back and forth seated on the dining room chair. Natalie is still hopping around on her one good foot while her bloody foot is wrapped in paper towels.

“Get the fuck outta here man!!” Natalie screams at George as she roundhouse kicks him right in his ass. As he turns his attention toward Natalie I sprung up off of the couch and walked towards the dude. “It’s time for you to go, man.” I said to the dude. “You’ve worn the fuck out of your welcome.” First of all, I’m not trying to be no damn hero in this situation. And secondly, I don’t know any of these people and I’ve only been dating Natalie for a few months. Thirdly, I don’t know if this dude has a damn gun in his car - hell, I don’t even know if this fool has a criminal record or not. I’m not going to be thrown in jail for breaking some dude’s neck, get shot or have this thugged out bastard try to go behind my back and fuck up my car at a later time, so I stood firmly between this dude and Natalie and waited for him to make his next move. He stared me down, then turned around and walked out of the apartment. Natalie went limping out of the apartment behind George like a rabid little poodle. “That’s right!” She screams into the chaffing, cold night. “Get the fuck outta here before Romulus kicks your ass!!”

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I don’t know what the hell is wrong with Natalie and at this point I don’t give a fuck anymore. This is the second weekend I’ve wasted spending time with this girl and all she does is throw more mood swings and pretend she’s always on the rag. I decide do spend my last few hours in this girl’s apartment by stretching out on her bed and collect my thoughts before pulling out later on today. “You don’t give a damn about me!!” Screams Natalie from the bedroom doorway. I ignored her as I continued to lay on her bed, eyes closed, legs crossed and my arms folded behind my head. She throws a cup of water at me, smashing loudly against the bedroom wall. Still, I ignored her crazy ass. This shit has gone too damn far. This chick has not only started back to smoking about two damn packs a day, now she’s eating more and gaining this little pot belly, making her look like a pregnant little tadpole. “I’m out.” I said as I grabbed my bag, already packed, and walked out the front door. As I open the door to my car, Natalie runs outside, barefoot and wearing nothing but my Atlanta Braves, Andruw Jones baseball jersey and her tiny little panties.  “Baby, please don’t go, please don’t go. I’m sorry, baby.” Natalie whines as I throw my bag in the back seat of my car. “This isn’t working, Natalie.” I said to her in a strong tone. “You’ve done nothing but lied and broke promises left and right.” I told her as she stared at me, tears streaming down her face.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry,” She wimpered. “I know I need to get help but please don’t leave me.” She begged as she held onto my arm. “I gotta go, Natalie.” I said reluctantly. “When you decide you want to tell the truth and clean yourself up, you can give me a call. But until then I don’t want to hear from you. Do not call me.” As I hugged her I stroked her head. I got in my car and drove away.

Comments

[Zen]

I want to read the book!

"The Black Cassanova"
The Life and Times of Romulus

:-)