Fiction Series: Libido Liberated - Part 2
I stared blankly at the ceiling. Was this nigga serious or coming down from a sex high? Either way, there was no way I could ask because his ass was snoring his life away in my bed. I sat on the side of the bed and stretched. Getting up slowly, I walked to my bathroom to do my post-coital piss and exhaled slowly. Granted, we had been fucking for going on two years, but damn. Were we already at this quintessential point of inevitably falling in love? It’s not like we had been building anything together, there was just friendship; and bomb ass sex. “Girl, you in love?” I stared into the mirror and asked? Well, yeah. Not in a “let’s pursue something deeper” kind of way. It was more of a “Sure, friend”, way. I washed my hands and face and shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Where is my damn coconut oil?” I mumbled. I looked all around the bathroom until I located it in my shower. After re-twisting my hair, I put my scarf on and went to bed. I glanced over at my beautiful, black lover once more and closed my eyes, anticipating more sex in the morning.
The sun was shining and his mouth was on my body. I breathed deeply and took in his soft kisses. They always felt so soft. My nipples hardened as he kissed me from my forehead to my toes. His second trail of kisses paused at my yoni and his lips lightly brushed against my swollen clit. I purred. His mouth was truly magical. He spread my legs and kissed me from thigh to thigh and finally enclosed his mouth on my clit and flicked his tongue vigorously. I arched my back. It felt amazing. My pussy was begging for him to penetrate me, but the head was so glorious I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. He continued until I felt a shot of heat shot up from my leg to my pelvis. I was about to have a huge orgasm and my body was preparing for it. I panted heavily, I moved my pelvis in rhythm with his licks and sucks and came in his mouth. This time I squirted. He loved when I did that. He continued to suck on my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and my eyes were rolling in the back of my head. He looked up at me and smiled, he felt accomplished. I lie there satisfied and sticky. Per usual, he went to get the warm washcloth and wipe my body down. As I came down from my high, he washed his face and hands and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Somewhere between my orgasm and him getting up I dozed off. When I woke up, the smell of bacon permeated my apartment. Saturday mornings are my favorite, but especially when I have an orgasm bright and early. A jarring thought interrupted my bliss; this man told me he is falling in love with me last night. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After I got out of the shower, I thought about how I would mention this epiphany with Maurice. I chuckled at how much thought I was putting into this. “Girl, just go in there and bring it up.” I said to myself in the mirror.
“Good morning, beautiful “ he chimed as he fried bacon. “Morning, you” I responded. I grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured myself a glass of cranberry juice. “So”, I started, “last night you said you think you may be falling in love with me. Would you care to discuss that? I thought we were just fucking.” It came up like word vomit. He grinned at me and exhaled and turned the bacon down to a simmer I sat with my arms crossed, awaiting his response. “Well”, he started, “We have been dealing with each other for a couple of years now, and I am not usually one to hold back on my feelings. There was a moment when I looked at you and your smile stunned me. I guess I already knew it at that point, but I realized right at that moment that I valued you more deeply than sexually and more than our friendship. Our relationship is perfect and works for what we both want right now, and if you were to tell me you wanted to explore more, I would be more than happy to oblige. If not, I am also down with continuing as we are. But I just wanted to say what was on my mind and in my heart. ”He turned around to finish the eggs, French toast, and bacon. I twirled my hair around my finger and bit my lip; my nervous tick. I didn’t know how to respond to him, so I just let me thoughts flow freely. “I love you too, Maurice. You said the same thing I would have said had I been asked how I feel about you and where we are and until we get to a space that we care to explore more than what we currently are, I am happy.” He brought my plate to where I was sitting. He then poured champagne and orange juice into two champagne glasses for mimosas. He sipped both to insure quality, then brought them, along with his plate to the table. We both chomped happily and mutually appreciated each other. He then showered and left for work. After a filling breakfast, I stretched across my bed and closed my eyes to rest.
My phone rang and yanked me out of my meditative state. It was Ashton. I rubbed my temples and answered as if I were sleeping. What the fuck did she even want this early?” Hello”, I uttered. In her annoying voice, she said “Hey, girl! How are you?!” Clearly wanting something, she anxiously awaited my response. “I’m good, just relaxing in my apartment.” I simply wasn’t in the mood to talk to her today. She inhaled deeply. “I hate to ask, [no, she doesn’t], but Riley really needs some new clothes and Shawn and I don’t have it. I was wondering if you could grab him a few items for the season.” She knew I wouldn’t say no to my Godchild. Times like this always make me appreciate that I am not back home. I stared at my ceiling and paused before answering. “Sure, send me your address.” “Thank you!” she squealed. Disconnecting the phone, she texted me her address. I went to the Carters website to order my baby a few items, then traipsed on over to Kids Footlocker for some shoes as well. Why the hell not? I rolled a blunt and blasted The Internet from my speaker. I checked my phone habitually and I had multiple new text messages. I was expecting Ashton’s text, but there were a few others from an unknown number. That either meant it was someone whose number was deleted or a stranger. “Hi, I am not trying to start any trouble or anything, but I found your number in my boyfriend’s phone and according to his phone and credit card bills, he has been spending time with you. Do you know someone named Tyler?” A confused look came across my face. Who the fuck is Tyler? “No.”, I replied. She continued “Well, I am not sure you know him as Tyler, he goes by his middle name mostly; Maurice” I almost threw up. The same Maurice who has been faithfully fucking my brains out since 2012? The same Maurice who, just last night, told me he may be falling in love with me? My head began to spin. I hated being unaware of shit. I fumbled with my phone and could not figure out how to respond. ‘”I think we should chat” I texted back. I wrung my hands. My phone rang. It was Maurice’s girlfriend.