by
True Virgo
Part 3
Jazz and I met up at the Burger Mart around the corner from the club, because we like to go in together, but drive separate cars, just in case someone gets lucky. She was looking so sexy. She's about 5'11, lean, dark brown with smooth skin. She has an electric smile that warms your heart the second she flashes those pearly whites. "You look great girl," I said. "Thanks, and so do you.lookin' like a Christmas present left at the United Way," she said. "What in the hell does that mean?" I asked with a giggle. "Just that you look so good, you'd make people want to unwrap you right away." I laughed at her silly joke. Ok, she was a little corny, but girls love her because she's a stud, and she has a great personality, not to mention she can lick a woman's hot spot so good they end up stalking her. She pulls a lot of feminine ladies. She was dressed in this nice Sean John outfit and some black Timberland boots. Long and lean, she filled it out nicely. She has short black hair that she keeps laid down. With the way she looks and the finesse she has, she never has had any complaints from the ladies. I had on dark blue boot cut Baby Phat jeans and a matching low cut shirt that showed off my 36Ds. I'm an average sized girl, "towering" at 5'6'', about 140 lbs. I'm what you'd call a red-bone, with a light complexion and long black hair that I usually keep pulled back in a low ponytail. I'm kind of prissy, but not high maintenance. I don't wear dresses too often, and I don't really do the hair and nails thing. But I wear women's clothes and lipstick. I love to take charge sexually with the few girls I have been with, but outside of the sheets, I'm very girly. I guess you'd call me femme in the streets, stud in the sheets. I think I prefer to not depend on anyone. I certainly don't feel comfortable having someone do stuff to me. I like pleasing more than pleased. Don't get me wrong, I'll take it if it comes my way, but I don't get mad if I don't get touched or licked. Trust me, I get satisfaction still the same. When we walked in the club, we were pleasantly surprised by the abundance of fresh pussy in the room. There were a lot of new faces and some very beautiful ladies, both stud and femmes alike. Immediately, we went to the bar and ordered our drinks. Jazz ordered a Hennessey, and I asked for a Remy Martin. I like to sit at the table and scope the room before I do anything, like dance, walk around, or talk to people. I like to get a feel for my surroundings. Jazz said, "Hey Ma, I'm gonna go check out the hottie who's starin' at me over by the DJ booth. See her?" I looked in that direction and saw a big bootie girl with long hair grinning at my friend with a smile that can make your panties drop. "Mmm, Ok, girl. Go do your thing. I'm gonna just chill and check things out," I said. "Yeah, I know how you do!" she said, as she gave me a hand slap. I was just minding my own, involving myself in watching this couple on the dance floor practically having sex on a Beanie Man Reggae song, when a warm, soft hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to look at the person interrupting my peep show, and saw the girl that had been in my dreams all my life. She was so beautiful. A dark brown beauty. 5'3'', about 135 pounds, dark brown eyes, medium length hair. She had these lips. Nice lips that looked so full, and soft, and enticing. I wanted to kiss her before I even knew her name. I must have been wearing my thoughts, because she giggled and said, " My name is Ayana. Now you can kiss me!" What? Kiss you? Was she reading my thoughts? "Did I say that out loud?" I asked. "No," she giggled. "I just want to kiss you already. Plus, that's my pick up line." Wow! I thought. This girl is exactly the girl I've been looking for. She's beautiful, and funny. Now, all I needed to do was to find out if she had anything going for her. I doubt I can ever give my whole heart like I did before. In fact, I doubt that I will ever retrieve my whole heart back from Deshea, since she still has it hostage. I said, "The kiss will come later, if you can answer three questions for me." "Oh?" she asked, bewildered. "Yeah, three questions. You game?" I asked. "I'm game, if it means I can get to kiss you. Plus, I want to know you. I wanted to meet you the second I saw you walk in the door." She answered. Well, she had me at hello, but I was ready to find out how her mind worked. I asked her "What do you see yourself doing in the next 10 years?" She answered, "Well, I am into real estate. I plan on owning a bunch of property in the South Carolina or Florida areas. I want to rent out houses and condos. So, I see my self making tons of money." "Cool," I said. I thought to myself, What great aspirations. That's a plus. "Next question. What do you want out of a relationship?" Smiling, she responded, "Well, I'm not sure what I should say to that one. When I find the person I want to be with, I want everything.""Everything?" I questioned, "Isn't that kind of broad?"She said, "Let me explain. I want the Earth to move when I am with my woman. I want the world to stop and stare at how beautiful our love can be. I want happiness, and I want her to be happy too. I want to be able to give her any and everything she could want, and I hope she'd do the same for me. I want to live her, breathe her, feel as if she and I are connected as one; where I won't be able to tell where I begin and she ends. That's what I want," she said, smiling. I know she could sense that her words made me want to grab her and never let her go. "Alright, then," I said, trying to act like her comments didn't have any effect on me. "The last question is a hard one," I said with a smirk. "Ok, I think I can handle it," she said. "What do you want for breakfast in the morning?" She laughed out loud, a wonderful, hearty laugh. It touched me. I was being reeled in. Then, she came close to me, real close. I could practically taste her sweet smelling breath. She asked, "Did I pass the test?" I kissed her. She kissed me back. It was the best. She was the one. We spent the next few months exploring us, slowly. We had made love only a few times, so that we wouldn't give too much of ourselves too quickly. I was hesitant on making that falling in love mistake again, and she had been burned recently as well. We really enjoyed each other's company. She had plenty to talk about, and I kept it interesting with her also. She was rougher around the edges than I, but really soft hearted. I liked that a lot about her. She seemed to really pay attention to what I said, and she had a good head on her shoulders. We had the same dreams and ideas about many subjects. But, I wanted more. We began dating exclusively into our fourth month, not as if we weren't exclusive already- but it just sounded nicer to make it official. We decided not to move in together, because we thought it best to have at least one day a week that we wouldn't see each other; so that we could have some "me time". This was always a lonely day, spent thinking of her, and she of me, but we needed the space. She was not in the military, and things were a little different for her on the outside. She could smoke weed if she wanted, and she could be gay without getting kicked out of her job and being degraded. She could practically do anything she wanted to without any repercussions. I, on the other hand, could get a dishonorable discharge and time in Federal Prison for drugs, lesbianism, and anything else risqu‚. It was our only downfall. Ayana liked to light a joint every day. She said it helped her clear her head of the day's events. When we would go to the clubs together, she would light one for the road. Well, sometimes she would forget I was in the military, and she would light up in my car, or in my house, where my uniforms are. I would normally remind her that I wasn't trying to spend my next five years cleaning prison toilets, and she would giggle and put out the blunt, kiss my lips long and hard, then just gaze into my eyes. I forgave her each and every time knowing that I had a wonderful person who loved me. Finally, it was our anniversary. The day we proclaimed our first kiss. We had the whole day to ourselves. It was Saturday, and we started out making love in the morning for breakfast. Then, around noon, when we got up, we decided to take a long hot bath together. It was really sweet. She took me by my hand to the tub in which she had placed rose petals all in the water, along with some really soft bath oil. She had candles lit and some Maxwell playing in the background. She had lit a joint for herself, and handed me the champagne glass. The water was just right. She said, "Baby. Let me take care of you today. You're my love, and I want you to feel what you make me feel". I gave in to her request, because I knew that my baby would not have asked if she didn't want to do it. She sat behind me in the tub, and started by softly kissing my shoulders. She pressed those luscious lips against my neck and licked my spots that make me want to tear her up. She rubbed my head and trailed her fingers down my back. She was keeping the foreplay going so long I wanted to scream. She gently touched and kissed all parts of my neck, back and arms. Then she took her arms around me, and slowly trailed down to my throbbing center. Since the water was so warm, and of course wet, the touching was even more intensified. She put her fingers on my swollen button, and drew circles on it. I was in ecstasy. It was wonderful. She told me to drink some Perrier Jouet Champagne that she had put on the tub's corner stand. I took a few sips, and settled back on her. She continued the touching. It kept intensifying. I felt more and more electrified by her touch. I was at the point of orgasm for about 1 hour. Then, she told me to go to the other end of the tub and face her. I obeyed her command, and I lay opposite her. She kissed my nipples hard; 'cause that's the way I like it. Soft moans were continuously coming out of me. She then licked me from my breasts to my center. Lapping up all the sweet juices coming out of me. She was really into it, saying how good I tasted. It only made me wetter. She was saying how she wished I would let her eat me more often. Wow! The way I was feeling, she could eat me all day every day! I was gyrating and the water kept splashing her in her nose. I couldn't help it, though. She was so good at what she did. I was moaning, louder now. More intense. "Aaaah! Ooooh! Baby! I'm. I'm. I'm Cuuummmiiinnnnggg! I screamed! I was shaking. I couldn't stop shaking. I had her head locked under me with my legs as she sucked up the last of my juices. I couldn't feel anything else. I was so into that orgasm. It was so wild. I didn't know I could feel that good.About a minute later, I could see again, and I noticed that Ayana wasn't holding me anymore. I looked down in horror and realized that I still had her in a head lock with my thighs, and underwater! "Oh God!" I cried. " What have I done? What did I do?" I released my hold on her and I pulled her up. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Her hair was matted due to the headlock and the water. I pulled her out of the tub, and checked to see if she was breathing. She was not. I cried in desperation. I pulled myself together and attempted saving her life. I started doing my rescue breathing, while at the same time, called the ambulance to come get us. I felt for a pulse, and she didn't have one. "Oh God! No! Please!" I cried.I kept doing breaths and compressions while awaiting the city EMS. I looked at my beautiful pulseless lover. I kept talking to her, "Baby. I'm sorry. I love you so much. I didn't mean to do that. Please don't die on me. You're my lifeline. You're my heart. I can't lose my heart again!" Breath. Breath. 15 Compressions. "Baby! I need you. I love you. I want you to be my wife." I was so desperate. Finally, after what seemed like days, the ambulance came and took us to the nearest hospital. Ayana had regained a weak pulse, but she had not started breathing. We were separated once we got to the hospital, so that they could finish their attempts at saving my girl.Three hours later, a sweat-ridden doctor came out to talk to me. "Ms Paden?" he said. "Yes?" I responded."I need you to come to my office so we can talk." "Oh God! No! Please don't tell me what I was praying wouldn't happen. Please don't tell me she's dead!" I screamed. "No, ma'am. She's alive, but I'd like to talk to you in private." Behind his desk, he let down his professional demeanor, and talked with me on a more friendly level. "Ok, Lisa. Here's the deal. You and your girlfriend . . . your encounter is not what caused her to stop breathing." "It's not?" I asked bewildered. "No. We did several blood tests and noted a high concentration of toxins. So, we did further tests and pinpointed a trace of Angel Dust in her blood. Does Ayana do drugs?""Well, she may smoke marijuana every now and then, but I don't know her to do any hard drugs." "Well, it's possible that a joint was laced with Angel Dust. That can have a really negative effect on some people. In Ayana's case, it almost killed her. Her throat closed up due to the reaction from the drug. She probably asphyxiated when you guys were," he stammered, "doing stuff, I guess. And she just passed out. All we know is that it wasn't from strangulation on your part. Because of the laced drug, this accident could have happened in the water, in a car, or even in the movies with or without you or the sexual activity." "So, Doc," I said, "what does this mean? Is she going to be all right? What do I need to do?"
He answered, "Just love her. Take care of her. Get her in a program, if she can't stop smoking marijuana on her own. It is unhealthy, and it is unnecessary." "Ok. I really appreciate you talking to me. Can I go see her?" I asked. "Yes, but make it short. She needs to stay two days for observation. She's in the Intensive Care Unit."I stopped sweating, and I thought for a moment before saying, "Thanks, Doc. I'll get her to stop. This won't happen again." I walked the short distance down the hall and to the left to the ICU. I saw her immediately, and went straight to her bedside. She was slightly awake. She had two IV lines coming from her arms, and she was on oxygen. "Hey, baby. How are you?" I smiled at her. She responded very weakly, and barely audible "I'm sorry that I almost left you. I won't ever do that again." I smiled, then asked her, "Did the doctor tell you what happened?" She nodded. "Well, do you think you will be able to stop smoking, Baby?" I asked. "Yes. Most definitely. I never want to have that happen again. I promise." She held her hand out to me. I grabbed it gently, and kissed her fingers. "Baby," I said, "That was the best sex I'd ever had! And you weren't even conscious!" I laughed. She laughed too, and we hugged each other so tightly, and kissed. Then, she pulled back and said, "Lisa, my love? Can you promise me something?" "Of course, Sweetie." I answered. "Will you remind me to only eat you out on dry land so that I don't half-drown again?" We both broke out laughing. We laughed so hard that she fell asleep with a smile on her face. I stayed with her until visiting hours were over, holding her hand and whispering sweet sayings and thoughts into her ear. I kept looking down into her eyes, reflecting on the past year. I was thinking about how this anniversary was definitely not how I had planned it, but it was definitely one we would never forget. Then, I kissed her closed eyes, whispered "Happy Anniversary, my love" in her ear, and knew that everything was going to be ok.
