Memphis In May

MEMPHIS IN MAY

Have you ever been to Memphis in May.  Well if you haven’t you sure are missing somthing epic!! My name is Don but everyone here knows me as Blue. Let me tell you a little story about my first Memphis in May experience.  My boys and I have been going back ever since. Memphis in May is a month long festival held in Memphis, Tennessee. The festival itself is split into four main events: The Beale Street Music Festival, the kick-off event which showcases a mix of local and national music acts, International Week, a group of events dedicated to the country that is sponsored that year, The World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest, one of the most popular barbecue contests in the country, and the Sunset Symphony, a night of classical music.

The Beale Street Music Festival is a three day music festival that has both a mix of big-name stars performing side by side with local musical acts. Held during the first weekend of May in the city's Tom Lee Park at the foot of Beale Street, it is considered to be the kick-off event of the entire Memphis in May celebration. It typically hosts 100,000+ people for each of the first two nights of the event, and usually quite large crowds for the ending big-name finales on Sunday night. The festival was added a year after Memphis in May was created. Its history can be traced back to the 1800s, when African-American musicians throughout the South would come to Beale Street and perform.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the sun was shinning and a nice breeze cooled the air.  I navigated my Avalon through the streets of Memphis headed to  Beale Street  bumping “Ima Boss” Meek Mill and  Rick Ross.   I was in high spirits in anticipation of seeing Sheree.  I hadn’t seen her in few days, and I was looking forward to spending some time with her.  There were people every  where.  Yo Gotti was in the middle of his set when I spotted her.  Music was playing as the scent of barbeque filled the air.  She spotted me walking towards her and I noticed her checking her make-up which was already flawless.  No one would know it but my stomach was doing flip-flops as I walked towards  her.  Sheree was doing some damage in a cut off tank top, booty shorts and four inch patent leather heels.  Her hair was filled with huge Beyonce-like curls.  The only jewelry she rocked was a pair of silver hoop earrings and silver bangle bracelets.   “Bae, what you got on?” I smiled, hugging her tight.  “What?” She said hugging me back.  “You don’t like my outfit?”  “Every nigga out here likes your outfit.  I mean,  you look cute and all my girl.”  “I was about to go get a lemonade from the stand you want something?” she asked.  I gave her a $20 “Yeah, get me one as well please and thank you.”  She smirked,  switching over to the lemonade stand.  As soon as she turned around, every man’s eyes on that lot focused in on Sheree’s plumb booty.  Sheree had an apple bottom for real.  Niggas couldn’t keep their eyes off of it.  I hated all of the attention she was getting, but played it cool.  She wasn’t my girl.  I didn’t  have any claim to her at all.  The fellas could stare all they wanted as long as none of them stepped to her.  She came back with a smile handed me my drink then asked “What time do you think you will cut out of here?”  “Probably close to dark.”  I replied back “What’s going on?”  “I was thinking maybe we could catch a movie or something.  I mean that’s if you’re not busy.”  “Nah, you good.  That sounds cool. It’s a date.”  “Oh, so now we’re dating?” she said with a sly grin on her face.  “Yep, it’s a date.” “What time does the show start” I asked her.  “Umm, I don’t know, let me check the time on my phone.”  “Is it alright if I get changed at your house?  I brought an extra pair of clothes with me.”  “Sure, I don’t care” she replied.  “Donald!” a girl yelled, interrupting our conversation.  “What’s up boo?” “You,” I responded, happily approaching the girl with a hug.  You, Sheree thought, scrunching up her forehead. “Tell me what’s good ma,” I continued talking.  “It could be a number of things if you want it to be.” “Is that right?” as I chuckled.  “I mean, yeah right now it’s nothing, but later it could be a different story, if you play your cards right,” she flirted.  “I hear you talking, ma.”  “You know it’s all about you, boo.”  “Damn, will you 2 fuck already!” Sheree said, annoyed.  “Did Brianna and Toccara make it?” Neisha looked at Sheree like she was crazy.  “They over there with Justin and Tim.” “I  know you going to walk me over there?” She rolled her neck with her hands on her hips.  “Ay, I’ll be right back,” I said, talking to Sheree.  “Umm hmm,” she replied, rolling her eyes.  I pretending not to notice but I caught her reaction.  After 15 minutes had passed Sheree was feeling totally disrespected and played.  This nigga got me all the way fucked up.  She sucked her teeth.  Not hesitating Sheree proceeded to walk to her car. I didn’t even realize she was gone.  Once she got  in the car she thought: If he thought I was going to stand there and wait on him to finish his conversation with some chicken head, he had another thing coming.  Sheree was done fighting for attention of any man.  Been there, done that,  she thought, hopping on to the highway. There wasn’t a dude on earth that important.  Even though she tried to feel indifferent about the situation,  Sheree couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.  Sheree wanted to know if Neisha was his girl.  Did he call her as much as he called her?  Did he take her out?  Did they laugh and talk into the wee hours of the morning? Did she make his blood pressure rise?  Did she look forward to seeing his face as much as she did?  Whoever this Neisha chick was, she couldn’t satisfy his needs.  Neisha couldn’t do the things that she did.  Sheree wanted to be the lucky woman to wake up beside me every morning.

“Why am I even tripppin’ off this dude?  He is not my boyfriend,” Sheree spoke out loud to herself.  “All we did was kiss.  It was nothing,” she tried to convince herself, when her phone began to ring.  “Hello?” she answered dryly.  “Where you at?” “On my way home.” “Why?” “Look, Blue, my head hurts.” Sheree massaged her temples.  “I don’t feel like explaining.”  “You need to be telling me something.  Cause I’m not understanding you right now,” I said sternly.  “And I’m not understanding you, either.  What you thought I was going to wait while you entertain your fan club? Negro please, you got me and life fucked up.  I do not have time for the bullshit.”  “Yo, you talking real greasy right now.  For us to be just friends you on some straight bullshit.  And frankly, ma everything you just said was a bunch of nonsense, so I suggest you get out yo’ muthafuckin feelings, quit all that faking and fronting and let a nigga know what’s up.  Don’t get it twisted you the one getting my dick hard.  I should be the one with the attitude.  “You real funny blue, I’m through talking.” Sheree hung up in my ear with an attitude.   Who the fuck does he think I am? Sheree thought, getting off the highway.  As she pulled up to her building a text message came through her phone.  It was from Blue. It read:

From Blue (1-662-202-6889)

We don’t hang up on each other, you understand?  That shit ain’t cute.  U 2 old 4 that bullshit ma

Back in the sanctity of her home,  Sheree turned on her surround sound stereo system.  Robin Thicke’s mesmerizing, smooth voice whispered to her how he liked to be pleased as she turned on her rain shower head.  Sheree stood in the center as the ward rapid drops of water ran down her skin.  The intoxicating smell of Ocean Mist shower gel filled the air as she lathered her body.  Soap bubbles covered her soft skin.  The atmosphere was steamy and hot.  Sheree’s eyes were closed as her mind drifted off to visions of Blue’s face.  She wished he was there to touch her.  Imagining that her slippery hand was his she ran it over her breast and down her stomach, only to pause at the lips of her pussy.  Sheree’s right hand middle finger was directly at the tip of her clit, begging for her to be brought to an orgasmic high, but instead of acting on impulse, she stopped herself and thought against it.  Getting out of the shower she thought to herself: don’t call him, Sheree. You’re only going to make a fool out of yourself, her mind kept on saying.  She hated feeling this way, but Sheree had no one to blame but herself for her unsettled feelings.  She was the one who had built the rift between her and Blue.  Nothing in her life would be right until she spoke to him again.  Sheree wanted Blue to keep her safe.  She wanted him to kiss all her doubts away.  She didn’t want to be alone by herself that night.  After a few minutes of trying to find something to watch on TV Sheree phone begun to ring.  “Hello,” she answered quickily.  “What’s up?” “Umm … well Blue I’m glad you called.  I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overreact like that,” Sheree whispered nervously, slightly holding her breath.  “A’ight.” Hurt, Sheree held the phone for a minute.  “Is that all you have to say?” she questioned.  “I don’t know, ma you tell me.  Should I have more to say?” I said with an attitude.  “Look, Sheree just open the door for me.”  “Huh?” Sheree said confused.  “I’m at the door. Come open it.” “Alright.” She pressed end and leaped from the couch. After checking her face in the mirror and fixing her hair and clothes, Sheree walked over to the door.  Sheree couldn’t… didn’t want me to know that she had been stressing over me.  “So what’s popping , ma?  What’s really the deal?”  I asked with an angry expression on my face as I walked in with a gym bag in hand. “I told you I’m sorry, I had no right to get an attitude and leave,” Sheree replied as she closed the door.  “Nah, that’s not it, try again.”  I sat on the arm of her couch, admiring her body-hugging outfit.  “Try what again? It’s nothing.” “The way you acting it seem like more than nothing to me.  I mean come on, ma, just keep it real.  Let a nigga know what’s up? Tell me what’s in your heart.” “Why should I? You still going to feel the same way you feel and I’m still going to feel the same way I feel so it doesn’t even matter.” “And how do you feel?” “I feel like we’re friends and that’s all we should be,” Sheree shot, trying to protect her feelings from being hurt.  “A’ight, ma, whatever you didn’t kiss me like a friend.  Anyway you still want to go to the show?”  I said fed up with her not being real.  “Yeah.” “Well I need to use your bathroom so I can take a shower.” “Upstairs and to your right.” Sheree pointed.  Sheree changed into a while lace bra and slip then went into her walk-in closet in hopes of finding the perfect dress.  She planned to be dress by the time I can out the bathroom.  I called out from the bathroom “Ay, you got some lotion I can put on , and not none of that fruity shit y’all girls be wearing?”  I asked, wrapping a towel around my waist.  Sheree tried to pretend she hadn’t caught a glimpse of my dick, but she had.  It was big, brown, long and fat, just like she thought it would be.  “Umm, yeah,” she turned her head to the side, a little embarrassed.  “Just look in the closet or the medicine cabinet.”  “A nigga tired, ma. I don’t feel like looking, come show me.” Sheree took a deep breath and joined me in the bathroom.  Her bathroom wasn’t that big, so the amount of space between us was slim to none.  As she stepped in front of me and reached into the closet our eyes met and we became hypnotized.  I looked upon Sheree as she eyed my bulge in a daze.  My dick instantly became hard.  I knew she wanted to touch it but was too afraid, so I took her hand and placed it on my manhood.  Guiding her hand, we locked eyes as she began to gently stoke my dick through the towel.  Without saying a word, I aggressively grabbed her by the hips.  I took her into my arms, and passionately kissed her full lips.  I was tired of playing games and pretending that we were just friends. There was more to our relationship and we both knew it.  Picking her up by the butt, I led her into her bedroom.  It was storming outside and strikes of thunder and rain echoed around them as they made their way inside the dimly lit space.  Sheree felt so good to be in my arms.  Her warm tongue danced circles around mine as I pressed her back up against the wall.  Her legs were wrapped securely around my waist as I unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts they were soft and more than a handful.  Pushing them together, I eagerly ran my tongue across each of her erect nipples.  Sheree could only rub my head and moan as my wet tongue probed and licked her nipples.  The sensation of me bitting and pulling her nipples with my teeth was stomach cringing, it felt so good.  Her breathing was coming in long deep breaths as she tried to keep up with my flow.  This was bliss I thought in my mind.  It wasn’t how I envisioned our first time, but honestly I couldn’t stop if I tried.  I wanted to see how wet she was, so I pushed her slip up and ran my fingers up and down the center of her middle.  “Ooh!” Sheree moaned as I worked magic on her exposed clit.  “Oh you like that, huh?” I asked her by dipping my fingers in and out of her warm tunnel at a slow pace.  “YES!” “So you let all your friends make you feel like this?” as I kissed her lips tenderly.  Sheree ignored my question and released her lips from mind then began kiss me on my neck.  She loved the taste of my skin.  It was fresh and sweet.  Still holding Sheree in my arms, I led her over to her bed and placed her down.  Flashes of thunder flickered throughout the sky, roaring and shaking the room.  Holding her thighs, I lovingly trailed kisses down Sheree’s chest to her navel.  My tongue lingered there for a minute before traveling down between her thighs.  Sheree was soaking wet.  Juices were already streaming down her inner thigh.  I greedily feasted on her kitty.  I waited so many nights for this moment.  I didn’t want anything to hold us up so I roughly pulled her closer and buried my tongue deep within her valley.   “Mmmmmm! Ahhh yeah! That feels so good! Please don’t don’t!”  Sheree whimpered as my tongue gingerly licked the outside of her pink pussy lips.  I didn’t plan to stop. I planned to tantalize and tease her pussy until she screamed and begged.  In a snakelike motion, I swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit until her back arched.  Sheree was so aroused she began to bounce up and down, lifting her butt on and off the bed.  “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,!” she called out in sheer agony.  By her screams, I knew I had her right where I wanted her, so I applied more pressure.  Sheree could feel her clit swell as my tongue circled round and round.  I sucked her pussy with no remorse until a flood of juices poured from her slit.  Even though she came, I wasn’t done yet.  I wanted her to cum again.  This time with more intensity, so while flicking my tongue across her clit I fingered her pussy.  “Blue, stop! Stop! Stop!”  she bedded.  “Ah uh, not until you cum.”  I disregarded her weak protest.  “You wanna cum again, don’t you?” “Ah HUH!” “Well quit talking all that bullshit then.” Even more turned on, I continued to assault the folds of Sheree’s pussy lips until she climaxed again.  “SHIT BAABYYYY!” she wailed, shaking.  Cum was all over her vaginal lips and inner thighs.  Like a hungry kid at the dinner table, I liked up every drop until her pussy was dry.  Standing up, I pulled off her slip and tossed it across the room.  Playtime was over.  It was time to get down to business.  Sheree peeked between her legs as I placed on a condom and stroked my dick.  “You sure you wanna do this?” I asked, now back on top.  “I’m a big girl, remember?” Sheree countered back.  “OK,” I warned, entering her opening with ease.  “Ahhhhh!” Sheree cried out as I filled her inside up.  Sheree was warm and tight.  Intertwining my fingers with hers, I roughly stroked her middle.  Sheree’s body squirmed from each thrust.  “You okay?” I asked, concerned.  “Ah huh, please don’t stop.”  Sheree’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.  I loved to see her so helpless.  For once she couldn’t act so hard and tough.  “We still friends?” I whispered into her ear. “HUH? We still just friends Sheree.”  “Nooo!” “We’re more than that right ?” I licked and bit her neck.  “Yeeesss!”  “ You done pretending too?” I grinded even harder, rotating my hips in a clockwise motion.  “Ah Huh!” “You like the way my dick feel.” “ Umm hmm!” Sheree lips quivered.  “It  feel good they way I’m stroking you, don’t it?” “Oooh yes! YES!” “You wanna cum all over my dick, don’t you?” I gripped her hands tight and pumped deeper and deeper.  “I want too but I caaaaaan’t,” she tried to explain.  “You can’t? Oh, I should stop then?” I quckily pulled out.  “No Blue, put back in! I promise I’ll cum! I promise,” Sheree panicked, possessed.  “A’ight then.  You a big girl remember.  You gonna cum on this dick, right?” “Yes!” she groaned.  “You want me to stop?” “Nooo.” “Not convincing enough.” I slapped her thigh and eased out my dick once again.  “No, baby! Put it back in!” she bedded, scratching my back, feeling like a lunatic.  “You gong put all that hot creamy cum on daddy’s dick?” I placed her leg on my shoulder, pushing my way back in and out. “YE-EEEEEEES!’ Sheree screamed, ready to explode.  Me talking dirty in her ear and assaulting her pussy at the same time set off a spark inside her like never before.  Without notice her body began to tingle and convulse.  “Oooh baby, I’m cumming!” “You a big girl now!”  “Yes! I’m a big girl! I’m a big girl!” “I feel you, ma! I feel your juices coming down!” Sheree’s stomach had just started to contract as she felt herself experience another orgasm.  “Oh God, this feels so good! Oh God! I’m cumming! Oooooh Blue, I’m cumming!” she wailed as juices came flooding from her vagina.  “Cum on my dick, ma.  Cum on daddy dick,” I ordered climaxing as well.  “Bluuueeeee!” she screamed out into thin air.  Cumming too, I bit into my bottom lip so I wouldn’t scream out like a bitch.  The nut I busted was sure to be a heavy load.  After collapsing on Sheree’s chest, we both lay panting heavily, wrapped up in each other’s arms.