What! That was a
dumb question; hadn’t she just heard what I said. I must be in some alternate
universe. What is wrong with her? We’re never on opposing sides. How come she
couldn’t see it? Sophia considers remembering some of the accusations
launched by Gabriel. Since when are Gabby
and I so vehemently opposed? I thought she’d have my back on this. Well—maybe
not, it was Gabby who didn’t even want me to meet Kennedy. She felt I needed
more training on counseling a homosexual. I say, experience is the best
teacher. I want to help people that are looking to break free from the bondage
of being gay. To wait for more education would just be an excuse to not move to
action. Why would I do that when so many people want help? Even with clarifying
my position, Gabby still didn’t get it. Why was she being so stubborn? “I just wanted to help,” Sophia testifies expelling
a long sigh remembering the exchange between them that ended the palavering.
“I admire the passion with which you want to free the
mind of a troubled soul but I didn’t think Kennedy wanted any help. I thought
she was content in her decision to be gay. Did she want help Sophia?”
“Everyone wants help Gabriel.”
“Now see? That’s what I mean; instead of answering and
explaining to help me understand, you’re defending yourself. Why is that?”
Gabriel condescends.
“I’m not defending myself, why are you acting like
this?” Sophia exclaims.
“I guess I’m missing it sweetie. You’ve been ranting and
I still don’t know what the poor woman did that was so wrong. It sounds like
she didn’t have any idea why the two of you were meeting and yet she took it
like a champ. Yeah she debated with you, but even you said she was nice about
it. Forgive me for not getting it; to me you sound like you’re obsessing and I
would really like to know why,” Gabriel summates.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say; I’m speechless,” Sophia
manages as the lump rises in her throat.
“All evidence to the contrary.”
The silence was not golden as neither woman spoke for a
few seconds. Conceding her last statement bordered on nasty and clearly was
unnecessary, Gabriel offers, “I can see that you don’t like what happened with
Kennedy and since it seems like I’m not helping, I should probably let you go.
How about we talk a little later; okay sweetie?”
Not feeling okay and trying to douse the hurt burning
within her chest, Sophia agrees to the mutual retreat and the call expires. Kennedy’s the heathen but I get accused of
obsessing. Why do I get so upset anytime I think about her? Gabby’s right, she
was kind and seemed to accept that we both did not agree. I can’t believe she
was so well read in the scriptures; what was that about? If I didn’t know I’d
feel so embarrassed, I’d ask her more about some of the points she made. She
was fairly intelligent and her confidence made it even more overbearing. Maybe
that’s why she seemed so attractive. I can see why women cower to her but just
as they’d think she’s not in my best interest, she would act humble and then
they would give in to her. That’s gotta be a real head trip.
Now more subdued, venom securely sutured, Sophia rests
her head on the back of the large comfy chair. Her heart slows as relaxation
commands her eyes shut. Firmly closed, a movie begins on her lids; she and
Kennedy are in the room and Kennedy has to have her. Caught in the impulse,
Sophia slides her satiny hands down her ashy light brown thighs into her pastel
striped Hanes. Lubrication saturates the swelling middle as Sophia massages
between her lips. Rotating her hips forward, she widens her legs to allow her
hands to move faster. Giving in more, wanting to climb higher, Sophia slightly
lifts her legs, providing the gateway to more than a clitoral orgasm. Fondling
her opening with haste brings heavier breathing as the film continues. Kennedy
kisses Sophia’s calves and hamstrings while she lie there on her stomach
moistening the sheets with each touch from Kennedy’s lips. Impatient and wanting
more, Sophia elevates to all fours. Kennedy pauses and admires the buffet
awaiting her then uses her fingers to pull Sophia’s lips apart, and suckles.
First softly licking then accelerating to meet the speed at which Sophia was
pushing back to receive her tongue exploration, Kennedy holds Sophia’s thighs for
balance to keep from falling back. Inhibition’s absent as Sophia looks back and
motions for Kennedy to lie down. Before she could offer any further
instructions, Kennedy pulls Sophia atop her, sitting her just under her
breasts. Looking up into her eyes, Kennedy declares, “I wanted to make sure I
was in the position to follow your instructions to the letter. Now tell me General,
what am I to do?” Feeling secure and free, Sophia climbs onto Kennedy’s face,
and straddles right over her mouth. Using the headboard to support her weight
via her left hand, Sophia uses her right hand to open her swollen lips, advertising
her clit then glides it across Kennedy’s orifice. Carnality forces Sophia to
stuff Kennedy’s mouth with more goodness; every plunge hastening to a
convulsive climax. Thighs shaking, Sophia considers cessation to avoid an early
arrival. Out of compliance with that plan, Kennedy pulls her forward delving
deeper and faster with her tongue, hoping the onset of the explosion was less
than seconds away. The cinematography seeming live, Sophia cries out to
Kennedy, “Right there, Yes! Please don’t stop. Oh yeah, yeah, mm hmm, mm hmm,
sssss, oh! Yes! Oh! Ah!” Not disappointing, Kennedy engulfs her juices and
accepts the shock of every thrust to her estuary, granting Sophia complete release
and ending the screen play. Limp with REMs fast approaching, Sophia’s fatiguing
mind floods with questions, the most apparent one being, what the heck was that? She tries to search for an answer, but
sleep arrives first.
*******
Stay tuned and find out what happens
next, Monday, July 12th 2010. Have a beautiful day and stay hydrated!
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