And The Story Goes ... Episode XIV

And The Story Goes ... Episode XIII

“Where is he? He should be here by now. Maybe something happened; how come he’s still not here? What’s with all of this waiting?” Jennifer interrogates, escalating her tone with each question.

Advancing towards Jennifer consolingly, Karen pats her shoulder and assures, “Calm down love, David is on his way. I’m sure nothing has happened. We haven’t been waiting long. Remember, he and Brad were at the gym; they probably had to shower. He’ll be here soon dear, okay?”

  I wanna say okay but it’s not okay, what’s taking so long? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to tell David but now that Karen’s convinced me to tell him, he’s taking forever to get here. “This waiting is killing me girl. I wish he already knew then I wouldn’t have to tell him. I don’t want to tell him Karen, maybe I should just take him with me to my next appointment with the doctor.” Jennifer offers.

“Taking David to your next appointment is a great idea; that way he can ask questions which will help him help you. What are you so afraid of?”  Karen cross-examines while occupying the closest chair.

“Everything and nothing—something and a little bit. I can’t explain it; I know it sounds crazy to you but I don’t feel it will go well.”

“Why wouldn’t it? He’s probably gonna be crushed when he finds out your diagnosis; and hurt that he wasn’t the first to know. Frankly, I’m shocked that you’ve told me before him.” Seeing Jennifer’s face sadden, prompts Karen’s reassurance, “No judgment dear, I said I was surprised not that I thought it was wrong. It’s your body and you have to do what is okay with you; I ‘m here for you all the way sweetie.”

“Thank you; that means so much right now. I just wish he would come already.”

“He’s coming; he’s coming, now let’s talk about something that won’t have you watching the door. How would you like to have a little girl just like you?” Karen puts forth.

“A little girl would be nice, just not like me”, Jennifer decides.

“Why; were you a hellion growing up?”

Jennifer smirks, “Not really, but I do remember how I used to think and that was a problem; my luck, my daughter would be inquisitive and rebellious—I’ll pass.”

“Revolution is natural, we all go through that.” Karen reasons.

“Talk about looking on the bright side, I say rebellion and you say revolution, you’d of been perfect as a parent for me and my friends growing up.” Jennifer remarks then looks down to the floor.

“What is it Jen?” Karen examines not expecting an answer and moving out of her chair to kneel alongside. “I guess I’m fired from the cheer up committee,” she chides hoping to elicit a glimpse of positive emotion.

Taking Karen’s hand and bringing it to her face, Jennifer sighs, “Why can’t it be this easy with him?”

“Because we’re women dear heart; we share a bond. We connect and understand in ways different from our male counterparts. Not that they’re less, because they aren’t; I think it’s the same with them too.” Karen assures trying to ignore the voices in her mind.

“If that’s the case, maybe that’s why that drunk woman said David was hooked up with a man back when he was in college.” Jennifer surmises.

“That makes more sense to me. Like I said before, I can’t see David with a guy. He’s a man’s man.” Karen confirms unaware she is suggestively gazing into Jennifer’s eyes.

“Wow Karen, you have the cutest eyes. No cute isn’t the right word. They are so bright and look like the work of an artist. I bet you always hear about them.” Jennifer compliments while surges fire through Karen’s body. On autopilot, devoid of guilt, decorum and protocol, Karen thanks Jennifer for the accolade moving to stand behind Jennifer positioning herself to give a massage.

“You seem tense Jen.” Karen assesses softly working both shoulders.

“I am; you know I am.” Jen agrees unfastening the first few buttons of her blue polo shirt allowing Karen to touch her skin. Zoning on a higher net, Karen breathes deeply taking in the aroma. She’s reminded of the many scents carried by Victoria’s Secret then wonders, does Jen go to VS? I bet she would look good in just her underwear. I wish she’d take her shirt off; of course she’s only trying to make it easier for me to massage her shoulders—nothing more. Ah her skin is so supple; she must pamper herself regularly to keep it this soothing. I just want to turn her around right now, grab her head and have her suck me off. It wouldn’t take long at all; I bet she’s been with a woman at least once. Maybe I should ask her; oh yeah Karen that’ll go over real well. It wouldn’t have to mean anything; she’s not even my type. I just haven’t had a woman in forever and I’m creaming. I want; dammit I need; this is agony Karen professes to herself. Trying to dim the intoxication of lust, she almost cries out but confers within, “Lord help me, this is your child Karen. Where are you when I need you? If you don’t want me to do this, give me a sign.”

Severing Karen’s internal war, Jen chimes, “Yeah! Guess who’s finally here? That’s the garage door opening. Oh my goodness, thank you, thank you, David is finally home. Isn’t that wonderful? It’s about time isn’t it girl? You are the best K! You told me he’d be here soon.”

Panties sticky and senses peaking at maximum, a world wind of sane arrives; material, rational and irrational all convene—wanting to scream, pout, cry yet thankful for Jennifer’s fog, Karen imparts, “Isn’t that what friends are for? Thank you for trusting me enough to share something so personal. I’m going to scoot so that you and David can talk. Remember to tell him everything the doctor told you and be sure to call me if you need anything. “

“I will sweetie.” Jennifer assures kissing Karen on the cheek. “Oh and by the way, your hands are simply magical. You relaxed me and I didn’t think that was possible; especially with everything that was going on. You had me melting like butter. You’re gonna have to teach that to David.”

“Anytime love.” Karen calls exiting the front door before David finishes parking in the garage. I’ve got to get outta here. I guess that was God’s sign that I asked for—David getting home. Like the church always says, prayer changes things, Karen reasons hurrying to her Honda Accord.

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          “You’re staying over there tonight right?” Rob initiates hoping to disquiet Bishop’s easiness.

          “Nah man, I’m leaving in the next thirty.” Bishop informs.

          “Yeah okay, she’s not gonna like that.”

          “She’ll be cool with it. It’s not like that between us; we don’t want each other like that. Speak what you know man.”

          “Did you sleep with her?” Rob nosily asks.

          “Where you want to meet up at?” Bishop injects, changing the subject.

          “I’m telling ya, if you slept with her, then it’s like that between y’all; you know how women are about that type of thing.” Rob obsesses.

          “Brah please drop it. She and I know and that’s what matters. One sec man, lemme call you back after I leave outta here.” Bishop responds hearing Andi approaching.

          “Uh huh, that’s how it starts.” Rob instigates.

          “How would you know? Yeah, that’s what I thought; I’ll hit you shortly.”  Bishop quips then turns around to see Andi’s smiling at him.

          “You hungry? I can put something together for you to take with you in a bag.” Andi mentions.

          “What made you think I was leaving? I didn’t say anything” Bishop guiltily renders, fearing Andi may have heard what he and Rob were discussing.

          “Oh it’s not that; it’s just that my friend Devin will be coming over soon and it may be a bit awkward if she sees you here. You know I wouldn’t care otherwise.”

          Trying to prevent an all out guffaw, Bishop chuckles about Rob’s concern that Andi would have a problem with him leaving. “Not a problem; it should take me about ten minutes and then I’ll be on my way.”

          “Thanks Bishop, I have to finish getting ready. Would you please let yourself out hon and we’ll talk tomorrow right?” Andi leisurely poses

          “Right,” Bishop affirms figuring Devin is the next woman Andi is going to drive insane. Andi is a sure enough pill, but that head she gives makes it all worth it.  

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And The Story Goes ... Episode XII

It seems the softness in Gabriel’s voice was the catalyst to Sophia’s purging about her meeting with Kennedy. Sensible initially, her replay quickly escalated to outrageous. Unimpressed, Gabriel interjected, “Sure she seemed a bit braggadocios but why are you so angry? Is something else motivating your rage?”

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.

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Stay tuned and find out what happens next, Monday, July 12^th 2010. Have a beautiful day and stay hydrated!