by
Princess
_____Every now and again I meet a woman who is both beautiful and inspiring. Women like that prompt me to write, and pour out all the feeling, before it bursts out by itself. This time, there is (what some would perceive to be) a problem. We've all encountered this kind of difficulty, I'm sure--she's straight. Therefore, she's unobtainable. Technically, so am I, but I'm a firm believer in self expression. I wonder if it would be possible to be so honest to someone I hardly know? I guess I won't know until I try.
_____Unfortunately, there's another problem. I know y'all will feel me on this one, too. I don't want to ruin a budding (platonic) friendship. Friends are great people to have around; they can enrich your life in so many ways. I also don't want to perpetuate the stereotypical predatory bull dagger. Maybe it's too late to worry about that now. I feel slightly uneasy, sitting here in her car. I can't help but gaze at her profile-I hope she doesn't detect any of my real feelings-yet. The time is not right now, I have to pick my moment carefully.
_____She really is something. My thoughts are invaded by flashbacks of our conversations, her understanding face and visible kindness. I may be wrong, but it feels like I can see right into her heart, see all the goodness inside. I feel the calming influence of a wholesome woman's spirit wash over me. Sometimes I think I'm just too bold for my own good. If I reveal these thoughts she might think I'm disrespecting her. That's the last impression I want to give. I want her to get to know me and realise the spiritual and loving black woman inside my body. I want to teach this straight woman how to appreciate my body and how to long for it.
_____It's good to have a sista friend in a large and lonely place. It's good to laugh and chat in the library and the canteen. If she gets vexed I won't have that with her. I don't wanna be too explicit, but feelings are strong. They have the power to pervade all logic. If she's not open to a deeper connection I know I'll get over it and hopefully keep the friendship. If she is, I want to show her tenderness and intimacy. I want to come to her place and taste her cooking. I want to sit on her sofa and sneak glances at her hips out of the corner of my eye. I want to make her blush with all the attention and flattery. I want her to call me in the night when she's feeling lonely. I'd take a cab to her and bring the bar of chocolate that she'd asked for. She would open the door in her dressing gown and lean sexily against the doorframe, her round booty forming an appealing silhouette.
_____Once inside, I would smell the incense she burnt to aid sleep. I would put my hand in her wise and protective one while she led me to her sweet smelling bedroom. The room would be dark, the only glow emanating from a bright lava lamp. She straddles me, all of her inhibitions out the window. I exhale deeply, enjoying her weight pressing against me, causing me to sink down deeper into the softness of the covers. I tentatively place my shaking hands on her thick thighs and rub them through the silk of her nightdress she wore especially for me. Her head is tipped back in silent appreciation, throat displayed to me, inviting me to put my mouth on the velvet skin. I take a moment to enjoy the view, then I stop wasting time.
_____My hands move hungrily up and down her body and linger over her chocolate nipples. Slowly, gently, savoring, I guide her body until she's on her back. Our ragged breathing only creates more arousal. I follow the scent of rich perfume coming from the soft folds of her dark neck. Her skin feels hot under my probing tongue. She shudders when I put my knee in between her legs, a teaser to calm the urgent throb. I feel both of her legs on my backside as she wraps them around me seductively. I naturally let my tongue trail past her throat, tasting every inch of satin skin until I reach a place that makes her moan softly in my ear. I flick my tongue over her nipple, measuring the time it takes to make it hard. I know she likes it, I know that she's having no regrets.
_____It sounds like she's trying to hold down a scream, so I envelop the hot centre of her breast with my whole mouth. The deepest, sexiest moan from her lips only encourages me in my task of pleasuring her. It's like she can't take any more, I have to firmly remove her hand from the inside of her own panties. "Shhh," I stop to put a finger on her delicate lips. Her smile glows in the dark of the room, her gold tooth reminding me of the hidden ghetto queen that must be inside. I put my own hand firmly over her underwear to gage the ripeness of this fine black berry. "You're almost ready," I whisper.
_____Her head goes back again, her eyes slowly closed so she can imagine the next thing I'm going to do. I start by making a path from underneath her breasts to the beginning of her soft curly hairs using my mouth. She squirms underneath me; I feel a wave of heat creep up from my toes. Through all of the lust for her body I still feel loving tenderness for her mind, so I take one of her hands and stroke the palm. My tongue feels the sudden change of texture underneath it. I'm getting closer to the warmth and anticipating the sweet smell under my nose. She moans again before I've got to that place. I tease her, avoiding her swollen clit. The sweetness slowly glides down my throat like heated honey. Starting to lose control myself, I swallow her ripened fruit. This time the moan sounds like it comes from deeper within than the others. I shock her by dipping my longest finger inside of her. She feels like feather-filled pillows, marshmallow clouds and syrup. I reluctantly remove my finger to taste her passion as it glides between my lips.
_____"Taste it baby," she sucks my finger eagerly, something that she never thought she'd try.
_____"Don't stop," her eyes plead with me.
_____I know that she's totally ready. Greed overtakes me, so I give her pleasure with both my tongue and fingers. Her breath quicken. She sighs and wails almost alternately. I stop to position my entire body on top of hers. I want to feel her, feel her heart beat gain pace.
_____"Oww " I'm surprised to feel a bite on my shoulder, feel her nails digging into my back. We kiss for the first time. Our lips find each other in the dark; her tongue massages my wet mouth. It feels like her head's buried in my lap and I'm pushing it down deeper. She pauses to let out a low scream as I feel her release soak my hand. I keep it in after she's been satisfied, I don't want to take it out yet. She squeezes her thighs together so that I can feel the muscles contract.
_____"Mmmm ."
_____"So I guess you enjoyed your first experience with a woman?" I couldn't help put smile down at her.
_____"You don't qualify as a woman until you're 21," she teases. "You have three more years to go. Right now, there's almost twenty-five years between us. I could be your mother, so don't be so presumptuous!"
_____"So what, didn't I handle you like a woman? I know no pickney couldn't cause dat reaction!" I motion to the wetness running down her thighs.
_____"You're right," she says this decisively, as if to reassure herself as well as me. I beam as she strokes my back with both hands.
_____We'd fall asleep in that position, me on top of her. When I open my eyes my face would be buried in her stomach. I'd gently sit up, watching the rise and fall of her plump breasts. I'd get caught up in her beauty, rubbing down her legs and even her feet! I'd feel like Eddie Murphy in Boomerang surveying them! They aren't crooked like most feet are. I would feel a sudden twinge as images of our lovemaking flooded my mind. She would feel it too, because she'd then stir. "Baby," I'd call softly, without thinking.
_____Her new pet name would signify a new phase of our new relationship. She'd smile as her eyes focused on my face, then on my curvaceous body laid out before her over silk sheets.

_____What really happened? She drove me home, right to the front door. Suddenly I felt shy, so I sort of hurried out of the car. What I really wanted to do was caress her chin gently or tell her that I enjoyed her company. Hopefully, she already knows.

The End

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