Fiction Series: Libido Liberated - Part 1
“Why can’t you just accept that you like women too?” I asked myself in the mirror. It’s not like it’s some far-fetched idea. As I took my hair down from the messy bun and rubbed my scalp, Ashton popped into my mind. I contemplated my sexuality and rubbed my temples. Was the girlfriend I had at twenty years old just a phase? So many flashbacks clouded my mind as I ran my bath water and prepared myself for bed. Here I was at twenty-four years old having an existential crisis.
Aside from Ashton I had never dated any other woman and even that relationship was convoluted because I dated her long with my boyfriend at the time, Shawn. He and I had been drifting apart, so I guess adding Ashton to the mix was my last desperate attempt at holding onto my first love. It was fun for a few months, but Ashton quickly became a thorn in our sides. She was clingy, needy and had a flair for the dramatic, which I was not a fan of. She always wanted to be the center of attention and when she wasn’t she would do something stupid to make it so. Shawn and I had decided that we wanted to break up with her and work on our relationship without her, but her last ditch effort to make herself a permanent part of our relationship was to threaten to kill herself as soon as we told her that it was over. Long story short, we called her parents and told them and she finally left days later. After a few months, wouldn’t you know that a perky, big-breasted Ashton was at our apartment door smiling like she had just won the lottery? She had a positive pregnancy test and letter from her doctor. She was eleven weeks pregnant with my boyfriend’s child.
Needless to say, Shawn and I ended things [on a positive note, surprisingly], and I left him to the misery that is a lifelong connection to Ashton Moore. The irony of it all is that beautiful child was born on my birthday. Yes, y’all read correctly. The day the Lord saw fit for me to take my first breath was the same one he saw fit to bring my ex and our ex-girlfriend’s baby boy into the world. June 30th. I just sat on the phone, devoid of all emotion and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. After an awkward stretch of silence I gave them a quick “congratulations” and hung up the phone. My spirit was weary. Was I angry? No, I had already moved on. Was I hurt? Shocked? Maybe. In any event, I just had no idea how to process the information, but something had to stir deep within Ashton’s soul to make her even call me. I didn’t know if it was pettiness, some sort of feeling that she had won, or if it as her very Ashton way of apologizing. Thinking about Ashton was always exhausting, mainly because she was my first and worst experience with lesbian sex. I feel like eating pussy came naturally to me, but Ashton? I was grateful if I ever even came close to an orgasm, let alone had one. Once I realized there was no teaching or coaching that could direct her to my clitoris, I settled for scissoring. I mean, how can you really do that wrong? Our relationship lasted all of six months. Her being bad in bed even superseded her crazy. I can deal with crazy. Orgasmless sex? Not so much.
After that, I never dated a woman again.
I shook my head to rid my thoughts of Ashton, Shawn, and their now three year old and grabbed my LUSH bath bomb from my bathroom cabinet. My tub was half-full and I still hadn’t re-twisted my hair for sleep. I looked in the mirror at my hair sticking all over my head and thought about all of my dating experiences since then. I had often fantasized about being with another woman, but had no idea how to go about pursuing one. And the men I had dated since Shawn? Ha. They were all ether boring as hell, terrible in bed, or both. I shook my head as I watched my tub fill with pretty, purple water. After my hair was in three braids, coconut oiled down, and my scarf was on my head, I turned my Bose speaker on an hooked up my phone, settled into the water, and allowed Sade’s smooth voice to take me to a calm place. My bathtub was really my favorite place in the world. It’s a big, round garden tub with Jacuzzi jets. My apartment really is my pride and joy. It was tastefully decorated and reflected my exquisite tastes. I looked around and let Melanie Fiona’s voice ill my head as she belted pit lyrics regarding lost love. Did I really feel a sense of loss when I lost Shawn? The answer was no. I placed cold cucumber slices on my eyelids and let my body melt into the water and thought of my current lot in life. I was a twenty-four year old director of a financial literacy program for inner city youths. I loved working with children and I never felt like schools did enough in this respect, so it fulfilled me to do so. My goal is to eventually open my own center [RING, RING, RING]. I was jolted out of my self-pitying yet celebratory trance by the ringing of my phone. It was Maurice. Maurice is my…how do you say? Maintenance man? And not in the way you think. He maintains my pussy. He is the person I call when I need some stress relieved. He’s 6’2, slim yet muscular build, and fine as frog hair. I initially met him when my friend introduced him as the person to get my herbs from. He was dating her friend at the time, and I was instantly attracted to him. He had this swag about him and he always smelled delicious. Once the friend was out of the picture, he was making a delivery to me and I had on the shortest shorts I could find. It wasn’t even on purpose; it was just hot as hell that day. He walked in, did a double take, dropped off my package, and about an hour later I had a text that said, “ I would love to see those thick brown legs around my neck” and well, the rest was history. Ever since then he’s been fucking my brains out. “Hey baby, what is your beautiful ass up to?” I wasn’t really in the mood for company, but Maurice was…well…Maurice. I exhaled slowly. “Nothing, just sitting in my bathtub touching myself and wishing it was you”, I said seductively. “Why pretend when you can get the real thing? I’m in your neighborhood and could really go for some of that sweet pussy of yours.” I can be there in ten minutes.” I smiled. I then realized I had been in the tub for an hour and my water as cold. “Make it fifteen. I’ll buzz you in.” His tone went from low and seductive to chipper. “Bet. See you soon, beautiful.”
I peeled myself out of the tub and ran my shower to rinse off. I slathered my body with coconut and avocado oil and sprayed my wrists and neck with my favorite D&G perfume. The lingerie of choice was a sheer teddy and some black lace panties. My perky 34DDs sat perfectly in it. It was his favorite. My nipples hardened at the thought of him coming over. I hurriedly lit a few aromatherapy candles and my phone rang again. This time it was my apartment complex gate. He was here. I buzzed him in and almost forgot my hair was in Felicia braids. I quickly took my hair down and tossed it a few times until it was cute again and there was a hard knock at my door. I opened it, and there his fine ass stood; in all his glory with a rose and a bottle of wine in his hand. He never came to my place empty handed. I was going to take full advantage of his ass tonight. I placed the rose in a vase and barely finished filling it with water when he picked my five foot five frame up with ease and kissed me deeply. I inhaled him and was instantly aroused. “Hey sexy, you missed me?” he said, breathing heavily. “Yes, daddy” I cooed. I loved when he talked to me like that. He began kissing on my neck and gently placed my body on the bed; trailing kisses from my neck to my chest, to my nipples, down my stomach to my belly button. He traced his lips along my thighs, teased my clit, and went back to my thighs, back to my nipples. He took his time fucking me and that is why I loved fucking him. He found his way to my yoni, and I almost lost it. Maurice always gave me the best head I had ever received in my life. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my hips matched his enthusiasm. I grinded his face until I came. Hard. He came back up and kissed me with my juices still on his mouth. “Damn, I am glad I waxed yesterday” I thought to myself. Not that he minds body hair, but I love how much better it feels when it’s waxed. I straddled him and kissed him deeply and traced my tongue from his mouth, to his nipples, to his dick. I kissed the head gently; taking him into my warm mouth deeply. I love sucking dick. It is one of my favorite pastimes; therefore it was always done enthusiastically, so long as the receiver was worthy. He grabbed a handful of my curls and pumped in and out of my mouth with fervor. I moaned. I love a man who is not afraid to express himself during sex and isn’t silent. Like what are you, a serial killer? I took all of him in my mouth and used my hands to jerk him. Then I licked his balls and swirled my tongue around his taint. “Damn baby, I missed you. Where have you been these last few weeks? Keeping this good ass pussy and mouth away from me?” I smiled. I loved when he talked about how good I make him feel. He couldn’t handle that combination for too much longer and released his load in my mouth. I swallowed it all, not letting a drop fall from my lips. He tossed me on the bed and slowly entered me from behind. I braced myself and threw my ass back to match his stroke. He gripped my hips and ponded me viciously, just how I like it. He wrapped his hands around my neck and I came almost instantly. I pushed him back on the bed and rode him reverse cowgirl. He begged me to make him cum and I did. I felt his warm sticky cum dripping down my leg as I kegeled on his dick. He loved that shit. We fell back on the bed and just lay there for a while. He got up to grab me a glass of wine and a warm rag and wiped my body down. There was a goofy smile on both of our faces. Once he got back in bed he stretched. “Madison, I think I love you” escaped his lips before he turned over and fell into a deep sleep.