Merci Love

New Year’s Eve

It all started with a DM....

So, Merci is out and having a good time when she posted a picture of her drink of choice, Patron Margarita with the caption reading, "Heaven in a cup!!” This one guy, Sir Double Up was his twitter name, responded to the post with "And panties on the floor...." When Merci saw who it was, she smirked a little because she always had a crush on Harvey... which was his real name. But she had been in a long term relationship, so another man was not an option. By this time, she had been single for roughly six months and it was cuffing season so she casually spoke with a simple "Hey, Boo." Her next post is what set her own trap.

"Sir Double Up has always been my lil crush and he ain't even know it." That right there got him in the DMs. He waited until the next day to say "I saw what you said the other day...” So, of course, the conversation was manipulative as hell. This nigga itching for the chewin'. Whole time Merci thinking curve his ass but then savage Merci was like "Bitch, you better show him what that mouf do."

Harvey asked to come over but Merci wasn’t having it because her son was home. And she don’t play about men around her kids. Also, she was far from the "hoe" type so another man in her house period was new. Would be the first time in six years. However, he asked to take Merci on a date for NYE and she agreed.

Merci hasn’t been on a new date, or even entertained another man, in a very long time so all day she had butterflies in her stomach. While she worked, a half day at her PI firm, they texted and she blushed. He was charming and sweet. They made arrangements to meet up that night at Stoney River Steakhouse and Grill around 8:00 pm. Cici (nobody really called Merci by her real name) could NOT wait to tell her best friend what's about to shake. She called up Bailey to tell her the news.

“I AM NOT FUCKING HIM!! We are just going out to have a good time. I’m not even getting super cute, hell."

And all her bff had to say was, "Whatever, bet he knock the cobwebs off that lil shit tuhnight." Cici and B laughed and joked a little more about how THEY thought the night would go. Afterwards, Cici started preparing for the night and getting dressed. Deciding on some red jeans tight enough to look painted on with some black thigh boots. She threw on a tank and blazer because that was just her style. Nothing too extravagant. Nothing like the diva every day type. Merci was kind of thick though. Hourglass shape, nice breasts, and cute petite ass at only 5 foot even. She would flaunt it in a heartbeat but was stingy as hell. Standing in the mirror dancing as usual, not completely believing what's about to happen, she dabs perfume on her neck and wrist. "Got myself a date Wednesday night at 8" is all that she could sing. Cici was so excited!! Harvey texted around 6:30 to make sure they were still on and she finished getting dressed.

Pulling up at the restaurant, Harvey's fine ass was walking across the parking lot and Merci just sat and watched his long, lean physique glide across the damn parking lot like Jesus walked on water. It was gorgeous. So, then she gathers herself before she walks in looking like she fucked herself in the car.

"Come on, Merci, you can do this!! It's just a date. It's just a date," Merci said, talking to herself. She walked in the door and he stood by the bar, sipping Crown on the rocks, and waiting for her. After tapping him on the shoulder, it's still unclear if the tap or how fine she was startled him. Complimenting her with the sweet words, "You're beautiful...." she blushed. The hostess called out the reservation for two and we were seated.

Over dinner there was great conversation. He owns a big tire company called Riverstone and seemed to have his ducks in a row. Slight turn off, two kids and one on the way. Cici never wanted to date a man with kids again because she was too attached in her last relationship. Other than that, he was dope. Fairly dateable. He pretty much followed Merci's last relationship via social media as everyone else did, so he asked what happened because it seemed to be on the way to marriage. He was just as confused as everybody else. She was truthful and told him it was out of the blue. She came home one day after work, he was gone. Everything. And never saw him again. After two hours of casual conversation, it was like they had known each other forever, didn’t even noticed time had passed. He pays the waiter and they head out.

NYE night was still early around 10:30 so they both hopped in his car and decided to hit up a lounge on Church. The Wknd Hang Suite was the place to be apparently because there was hella people in the line. Harvey valets the car and pulls out a wad of money to tip the guy and for them to skip the line and walk right on through. And so they did. "Yeah, she with me," she heard him tell that one mean ass bouncer. He pays and they walk in and sit at the bar.

He knows Patron is her favorite so he orders shot after shot. After shot number four, that feeling she got in the parking lot watching him walk in, circles back around. Harvey danced and laughed with Merci until almost midnight. He bought another shot to toast. Now, Merci is not a drinker so another shot was going to be over the top for her. But, fuck it, what she got to lose?? Forgetting all about the trap she set for herself in the damn DMs.

The whole lounge starts counting backwards, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6...." and bottles, wine and champagne glasses, shots glasses and all were raised high in the air waiting for the guitar to drop in downtown Music City. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!" The two said cheers to a great year and threw shots back. Merci knew the minute she swallowed that shit, she was fucking him. Mentally, she tried to talk herself out of this, but was far too horny by then. But when Harvey told her, "Imma kiss you in the mouth before this night is over," her pussy won that fight. Game over. They enjoyed their night about another half hour and decided to leave.

Cici being way too drunk, he drove to her house and agreed to bring her back to her car the next day. As they pull in her driveway, "Dayum, baby, you got it like that??" Merci was pretty well off. From an emotionally imbalanced upbringing to a well-known and respected private investigator. Self-made. Self-branded. But she wasn’t boastful. Very humble. Which is why when Harvey wanted to show off that wad of money back at valet, she wasn’t impressed.

She had her own. Understand that. Cici replied, "I do pretty well for me and my son. I wanted better for KJ and I made it happen."

He put his BMW 745 in park and just stared at her for second after her reply. "That is so sexy...." is all he could utter. "It's things like that, that attract me to you." Merci blushed. As usual. She disarmed the alarm before walking in the front door.

Walking in the bedroom, first thing Harvey says is, "Oh, so THIS is 'the king'??" in reference to her highly spoken of king sized bed. Merci LOVED her bed. Nearly every day, she would say something about "the king" on the twitter timeline. It was her sanctuary. She expressed to Harvey how important it was to her and he thought she was crazy.

Merci still has in mind that Bailey is wrong and she is not fucking this man tonight. So he takes off his pants only and lays down. She takes off her pants only but revealing red lace boy short panties. Cici slides in bed and thinking this little unexpectedly nice night will continue by dope conversation until they both fell asleep. Harvey, on the other hand, had other thoughts.

It all started with a kiss on the neck. Weak point. Her knees were wobbling and she wasn’t even standing up. The neck kiss started the trail. He kissed her breasts and tickled her nipples with the tip of his tongue before taking the trail down her stomach. Harvey raised her hips, slid her lace panties off and threw them on the floor. Shit got real as hell. He licked her really soft and slow. He knew it had been a while for Merci so he treated the pussy accordingly, with gentle care and she appreciated that. It felt so good all she could say was "Oohh shit... don’t stop." That mane devoured her soul for 8 minutes because she watched the time on the cable box. She just couldn’t take anymore so she pushed his forehead from between her thighs. "Just wait a minute, now damnit."

Harvey was confused, so he asked, "What's wrong??" Cici looks down at this nigga and his whole goatee dripping.

She replies, "Look, this is a lot on me and...." and he cuts her off to finish her sentence "....and I’m tryna take it off of you." And licked his lips. Lost another fight. Next thing Merci knew he was putting a condom on. Whole time she is in disbelief that she is about to fuck this man on the first night. Height 6'7", slightly muscular build (not too much), and a gorgeous smile. Yep, he was finna get the pussy, the whole pussy, and nothing but the pussy, so help her. He's attempting to put the head in but she was still too tight even after that bomb as mouf. He eased that damn freezer meat hard ass dick in and she bout lost her damn breath.

Merci’s thoughts: "Merci, you better not lose another fight. You are not about to let his ass TKO you tonight. He already 2-0. Get your shit together!!”

A few more LONG strokes and she was ready. The aggressiveness leveled up and the tempo kept strong. He flipped her lil ass over and went deep from the back. The stroke was slow and simply everything. The hip grind was on one accord. It felt so good. "Choke me, babe....” escaped Cici's mouth before she thought about it. He rubbed his hand up her left breast, softly squeezing passed it before gently choking her throat and kissing the back of her neck. They zoned out into #TheChokeAndStrokeMovement and he held her throat with every thrust. "Goddamn Ci!!" as he watched her juices splash on his pelvic area. Then they both freeze up when they hear a key in the front door...