by
PhoenixScorpion

I'm not your average gyrl, not butch by any means but also far from femme. Soft stud some call it, balanced as I like to call it. I stand about 5'4", 138 pounds with a "redbone" complexion, succulent 34-B's, short brown hair and brown eyes, younger looking than my 34 years. I've always been one to do my own thing; ya know, not the typical girlie look. Instead, fitted jeans and cowboy boots covering a sexy thong hidden underneath. Never conceited, always confident (but a sexy femme can throw me off my square on occasion). My favorite article of footwear (aside from sandals that show off my well-kept feet), cowboy boots. So while trying to decide between the black pair and the cognac pair, I was having trouble. "The cognac pair would look better on you." I heard a voice from behind me. It sounded faintly familiar, but I was unsure. I turned around only to see her. I dropped the damn boot. "Surprised to see me, hunh?"

"Hell yeah, I'm surprised! What are you doing here? Avery ran into your brother and he said that you moved to Cali."

"I did but believe it or not, I missed Chicago. So can I have a hug or what?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. Michelle was the first woman that I'd ever been attracted to, but because of her uncertainty to take that first step, nothing materialized. I was so happy to see her and quite shocked considering that I looked different since I cut my hair and she still recognized me. Mmmmm...her arms were as warm as I always dreamed they would be. "Miss Fine Brown Frame" was still sexy as hell. She stood about 5'5"...5'6", approximately 135 pounds, 33 years old with beautiful clear, smooth brown Belizian skin, short brown hair (Anita Baker-ish, not as short as mine), beautiful deep, brown eyes, 36-C's to die for and curves that could make a gay man straight.

"I love your hair like that. You wear short hair very well. So what's been up with you?"

"Working and trying to get my own business started. No kids except my fiancé," I joked.

"Fiancé? What's that all about?"

"Ahh, you're very funny. We've been together almost six years now."

"So you've abandoned the life?"

"Oh by no means. I'm blessed to have an understanding man that hasn't tried to change me and doesn't argue about my preferences. What about you? Single, married, straight, still curious or did you finally make that move?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?

"C'mon, you're not gonna tell me? See, we use to be girls. How are you gonna play me?"

"Okay, tell you what...what if you invite me over and I tell you about it then?"

Hmmmmmm, what is she up to? Michelle always liked fucking with my head so I had to assess this situation carefully. I do want her to come hang out with me, but I'll start catching feelings again and an emotional-hell will break loose. Think, Stacey, think.

"OK, when?"

"What about tomorrow night about 8:00? Is that cool?"

"Fine. Here's my info," as I handed her a business card and she handed me her number written on a piece of paper.

"OK, so you promise to be on your best behavior tomorrow night?," she asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Quit trippin'. I'm only fucking with you," as she laughed.

"That's the problem. You were always fucking with me, but never actually fucked me," I replied with a coy grin.

"You need to quit! I missed your silly ass all these years," she said still being as playful as ever.

"See you tomorrow. And I will take your advice and get the cognac boots. I think they will look good on me. Take care, hun. I'll see you later." We hugged again and I watched her walk away switching that perfect ass. She knew I was looking; she knows me so well.

"Would you like to try those on? Ma'am. Excuse me..."

"Oh! Uhhhh, yes please."

The sales associate knew I was looking at Michelle's ass. "It's okay, gyrl, I feel you. She is a cutie," as she chuckled and gave me a wink.

I stood there pondering so many thoughts. I met this girl in 1986 when I was 20 years old. I'm about to be 35 in November; I'm too old for her bullshit games. Should I just call her and tell her never mind and avoid the headache? My gut tells me no, to keep an open mind instead. After all, I do enjoy her friendship so if all else fails, we can still be just friends. What's the harm in that? Yeah, right, I'm trippin'.

Track 2: Same Page (the next evening at 8:12 pm)

Thank God Jay went out with his friend Anton tonight. I asked him to call before he came home tonight in the event I could work my charm on Michelle, but I knew I was only kidding myself. I wished for that too many times and realized that it would most likely remain a fantasy. Oh well.

The doorbell rings. I let it ring again, trying not to seem too anxious. I buzz her in after the second ring. I decided to play it cool and dress the way I always do at home, cut-off jean shorts and a linen shirt that accentuated the smaller waist that I worked so hard on. Besides, linen was the only choice for a shirt even in October; I was in the house and not outside and Michelle always made my temperature rise. I didn't want to get sweaty, unless of course...

"Hey you. I'm glad you made it. I wasn't sure if you were still coming or not."

"Of course. Damn! Next time, you wanna get a crib on the first floor. Three flights ain't no fun."

"Oh shut up. It's good exercise. Those three floors came in handy for my home workouts."

"I can see...and the results do look good," she said winking at me.

"Okay, stop that shit right now. Give me your jacket so I can hang it up and go on about your business, girl."

She laughed as she always does. She likes the cat-and-mouse game and I was so tired of playing it with her, but nonetheless I was happy to see her. Michelle had on a snug-fitting burnt-orange sweater accentuating her full breasts, tight faded jeans and my favorite footwear...cowboy boots, brown. She was a tease like that and it drove me insane. She was the essence of all femininity.

"Where's your fiancé?"

"He went out with one of his buddies. He'll be back late."

"Hmmm...I see," looking around my living room, "You have such a nice place. I see you're still very much into your music. What is this playing now?"

"YahZarah; she's a background singer for Erykah Badu. She's making a lot of noise on the circuit and rightfully so. The sista is luv."

"I'll say so. Sounds hot......You've got quite an impressive collection. Do you know I still have all of those tapes you made for me?"

"You do? Damn, I'd love to hear some of them. Maybe I can transfer them to CD for you?"

"I'd like that very much," she paused. "Do you know what else I'd like very much?"

Here we go again, she won't stop. "What? A glass of water?," I said sarcastically.

"No," she said quietly with a smile while walking toward me. "I would like very much to hold you......if that's okay with you."

My heart was beating so loud that it seemed audible over YahZarah's "Same Page". Without giving me a chance to respond, she slipped her cocoa-brown arms around my waist and pressed her body close to mine. "I've wasted enough time with you. I want you to know that I thought about you over the years. I thought about how I blew a relationship with someone that really loved me. I was confused and scared then."

"And now?"

"And now, I'm not confused anymore. I promised myself when I moved back to Chicago that if we crossed paths again, I would show you how much you really meant to me even though I never told you then. So when I saw you at Field's the other day, everything all came back to me."

Her eyes were sincere this time. "I hope you believe me. I really do mean it. I know that I probably have a lot of nerve just busting back into your life after 15 years, but this is something that I feel like I have to tell you whether you accept me or not."

Tracks 3 & 4 and so on: Rooftop/Blackstar...

I leaned into her and began lightly sucking on her bottom lip, then gently slipping my tongue into her mouth. Finally after all these years, the moment that I wished for was here. I felt my knees weaken as our tongues caressed one another's. Our hands couldn't get enough of each other, her's running up and down my back and ass and mine making their way around her flat stomach up to those full 36-C's. I wanted to breathe her in and now it's become an urgency. I gently pushed her back on the sofa. She moaned softly as my hands resumed their journey. She lifted her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside. I didn't wait for her to remove her bra; I began teasing her erect nipples through the sheer fabric. I could feel them grow harder with each stroke of my tongue. I began sucking them lightly, then harder and she could take no more, pushing me back so she could take off her bra. Her perfectly-shaped breasts fell back into place, calling me back to finish what I started. But this time, I made them wait.

Returning to her lips, she held my face in her hands as I reminded her how much she missed out on. I felt her hands move down to unbutton my shirt and unzip my cut-offs. I showed no signs of protest as my cut-offs fell around my knees to the floor. She slipped her hand between my thighs only to find how drenched my black thong is. She slid the soaked material to the side and slowly inserted her finger causing a rush of my juices to trickle down my inner thighs. I moaned with extreme pleasure as her lips made their way down my neck while she massaged my left breast. She removed her finger slowly and anointed both of my nipples with my juices. As I knelt in an upright position, she leaned forward to lick and suck my wet nipples. I moaned in agreement while massaging her breasts and she began sucking harder giving me gentle bites in between.

"Take off your jeans," I instructed her. I leaned back on my heels as she stood to remove them. I got wetter watching her squirm pulling the tight fabric down and finally off while kicking off her boots simultaneously.

Tracks 7& 8 and so on: Love Is You/Natural...

"Glad to get out of those," she said chuckling, "they need to dry cuz you know they're wet." I knew she wasn't lying because she wasn't wearing any underwear and her inner thighs resembled mine in wetness. I spread her legs slightly while she was still standing over me so I could take in her scent. Her sweet smell drew me in closer; I had to taste her. I rose back into an upright kneeling position, making circles with my tongue around her navel, dipping it in on occasion for effect. My hands gently kneaded her ass as I licked the flesh that protruded from her shaved mound. She pulled my head into her while I licked at her, teasing her, refusing to suck her clit like she wanted. My tongue made repeated loving strokes over her clit, making her knees weak causing her to fall back on the sofa. She opened her legs wider and pulled my face to hers. As we kissed yet again, our erect nipples slid across each other's skin. I slid a finger inside her, then two, making her tremble. I slid it back out so she could watch me lick her juices from my fingers.

Per my instruction, she turned over on her knees so that I could enjoy her lovely brown ass and juicy pussy at the same time. I stood up, planted wet kisses on the back of her neck and began tracing my tongue down the length of her spine. She could feel my swollen clit grind ever-so-slightly against her soft ass, teasing us both. As I approached the crack of her ass, my tongue began to stiffen. I varied wet kisses with loving bites all over her ass cheeks, finally spreading them and running my tongue up and down the length of her crack, teasing her asshole. As I traced circles around it, she backed up toward my face and I slowly inserted my stiff oral muscle into her crevice. Moaning, she massaged her clit while I tongue-fucked her ass. Her pussy dripped profusely, making me hungrier, hotter and most definitely wetter. Michelle rocked back and forth on my tongue as she fingered her clit. I replaced my tongue with a finger so that I could partake in her feminine delicacy. Licking the juices from her inner thigh, my tongue made its way up to her overflowing pussy. The strong, broad strokes from my tongue in addition to my finger in her ass and her massaging her own clit became too much for her. Sensing her orgasm, I stopped immediately. I had to make her wait. I stopped and started all over again, even slower this time. For what seemed like an eternity, I teased, licked and sucked her pussy from behind.

Track 12 & 13 and so on: Urgency/Feel Me...

In her husky voice she whispered , "I want to taste you, baby. Sit here on the couch and lay back. It's time for me to enjoy you." She knelt down in front of my open legs but before starting her main course, she continued her meal with an appetizer consisting of my breasts. Cupping them with both hands, she pushed them together and alternated her sucking of the two. I rested my head back and rubbed her back with one hand while my other was entangled in her thick hair, massaging her scalp.

I felt her tongue draw a straight line down to my shaved mound. Michelle took each swollen lip in her mouth and sucked it softly, making me ooze even more. I felt her wide tongue infiltrate my pussy causing me to flinch briefly, but ease my pussy back toward her. I moaned with absolute content as she moved her tongue in and out of my love canal, up and down the length of my slit. Chills ran down my spine every time her tongue grazed my hard, swollen clit. She began giving my clit an oral massage, making me buck my hips toward her with each circular motion. Finally, settling square on my fat clit, she began sucking it fiercely. While using one hand to massage her breast, Michelle rubbed her own clit furiously with the other while devouring me at the same time. My head moved side to side against the sofa cushions while I pulled her into me. Nothing ever felt as good as this. My moans and breathing increased rapidly. My heart was pounding so fast that it felt as if it were going to explode.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw my dream now a reality. Our eyes locked into each other's gaze. "Mmmmm...aaahhhhhhh, yes, baby, don't stop. Please don't...yes, baby..." I was on the verge of the most intense orgasm of my life with the woman that I've always loved and adored, kneeling in front of me worshipping my womanhood and pleasuring herself at the same time. With that vision, I placed my hands on the back of her head as her moans became louder and louder. The vibration from her mouth into my flesh was bringing me closer and closer. Her suction to my fiery clit was now savage causing my pussy to explode and my mouth to repeat her name repeatedly like an ancient chant while spilling white-hot cum which spread from my pussy to my wide-open thighs like a California wildfire. While rubbing her clit to a state of calm, Michelle laid me back length-wise on the sofa, assuming the sixty-nine position. There we drank from each other for what seemed like hours, tasting 15 years of love and lust. My ascension to heaven had just begun. "Inhale peace, exhale joy."
THE END

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