by: Juanyta with 'y'
Monica
Standing in line at Starbucks, a somewhat tall, light-skinned woman with short curly hair, wearing a dark gray pantsuit, stood in front of me. She had on men’s cologne with a slight sweet smell to it.
My mantra is, “Smelling nice will get you a look, looking nice will get you a conversation, and good conversation will get you a date.” She definitely had the first down pat.
As she ordered a caramel Macchiato, something about her voice made my heart skip a beat. There was no way the woman who had taken my dreams hostage nearly every day for the past year was standing in front of me.
I shifted to the right to get a glimpse of the side of her face. She must have noticed me in her peripheral vision because she turned around to look. She did a double take, and as if we had the exact same thought at the exact same moment, she said, “Monica?” I replied, “Tina?”
Her face beamed as she realized it was indeed me, and I’m sure I had the same expression, if not more.
We both finished our orders and moved out of line. “What a wonderful surprise,” she said. I asked, “What are you doing in Dallas?”
As she explained that she was in town for a work conference, I took the opportunity to admire her beauty. It had been over 17 years since I had last seen her. We were college roommates. She looked just as beautiful as she did then, but more mature, more defined, more filled in.
I could tell how confident she was just by the way she stood and talked. Her skin was browner, softer, older. The suit she wore spoke straight to her professionalism—sophisticated enough for work but sexy enough to turn heads. The blouse she wore cut right above her cleavage, and if she moved just the right way, you could see them.
“So, how long are you in town?” “Well, it’s a one-day conference, and I have to head back home tomorrow.” “Oh, that’s not long at all. What are you doing tonight? I’d love to catch up.” “I’d love that.” We exchanged numbers with the promise that she would contact me once her conference was over.
The rest of the morning was filled with thoughts of Tina. Before today, Tina was merely a figure of my imagination—someone I could think and dream about when I was too stressed. The unexpected trip to Starbucks might have changed my life. Was it fate? I never go to Starbucks, but today I had an irresistible urge for a vanilla bean Frappuccino. What could come of tonight? She lived 10,000 miles away. And what if she’s not even interested in women? Do I say something, or do I not? I was stressing out, and she hadn’t even texted me yet.
I needed to get a grip. I was all over the place. I decided to keep it cool and treat tonight as if a good friend came into town.
As soon as my mind started to return to normal and I could think sensible thoughts, I received a text. My heart raced.
Tina: Have you thought of what we’re gonna do tonight? I’m really looking forward to it.
Me: Not really, what do you like to do for fun?
Tina: Anything, really. Dinner, movies, pool, games.
Me: Ok, that gives me some ideas.
Tina: Ooh, I gotta run, talk to you later!
Me: Later.
I wanted to keep texting, to learn more about her. What she liked, disliked, her favorite food. Where she considered a romantic first date. What her goals and aspirations were. The list could go on and on. I suppose I had tonight, which gave me a glimmer of hope. I was pathetic. Presumptuous, even.
The rest of the day, I didn’t hear from Tina. Disappointment fell upon me, but I figured she had to focus on the conference. Deciding not to wallow, I set out to plan our date—err, I mean, night.
Tina
During my conference, I could not concentrate. The image of her beautiful, angelic face kept entering my mind, stealing every thought. I wanted so much to be in her presence, but instead, I was stuck here for work. Yes, there was tonight, but it seemed so far away. Even though I was excited to see her, something in me stirred with confusion. Tina, you don’t date women. Hell, you are married to a MAN. But there was something about Monica that piqued my interest, that had my heart racing when I saw her at Starbucks. And that feeling was worth exploring.
Tonight finally came—albeit rather slowly—but here, nonetheless. I was so excited that I mentally picked out my clothes earlier today. I didn’t have many options to choose from. I couldn’t decide between casual or dressy, mainly because I had no idea where we were going, so I decided to do a mix: a blue blazer, white t-shirt, jeans, and some white Chucks. And I go nowhere without my beaded bracelets, helix earring, and favorite cologne. My husband doesn’t like my scent, but I love it, so he accepts it.
I texted Monica.
Me: Hey, Monica. I’m all dressed and somewhere to go, but I have no idea where. 😜 Mind texting me the address?
Monica: Lol! How about I pick you up? It’s a surprise.
Me: Oh! Okay. I can’t say I like surprises, but I’ll go with the flow this one time. 😉 What time do you expect to be here?
Monica: Is 7 p.m. good?
Me: Perfect!
Surprise? Did she consider this a date? Is she into women? I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t like surprises, but this one I was interested to see pan out.
She texted that she was here, and I coolly walked out. She was driving a black Lexus, and I could already tell she was gonna look gorgeous.
I got into the car, and she smelled gorgeous. We coincidentally matched as she was wearing a blue sundress with white sandals and accessories. “Well, I guess it's safe to say we aren’t going hiking,” I say with a smile. She smirks and says, “How do you know I don’t have gear in the trunk? This could be a multiple-excursion type night.” “This is true. Where are we going anyway, or is it a surprise until we pull up to the spot?” “Do you like sushi?” “I do.” “There’s this spot that has the best sushi—well, actually, I order everything else but sushi, but still, it’s great! Figured we can start with dinner and then go play some pool. Was there anything in particular you wanted to do tonight?” It all sounded great to me as long as I was with her. “Not really. What you have in mind sounds great. So, I guess this is a multiple-excursion type night.” She laughed and said, “I guess so.” And I’m almost positive it came with a wink.
We drove in silence for a bit, and then the song “The Rush” by Janelle Monáe played. I’d never heard it before, but I loved the beat. She turns it up and says, “This is my jam!” As I vibed to the beat, I noticed the lyrics, with Janelle singing about lusting after a woman. My heart raced as I thought about how to ask this question. “Soo, have you ever been with a woman?” She gave me an apprehensive glance and said, “I have. They’re actually all I date now.”
Monica
I wasn’t expecting my sexuality to come out so soon, but I was glad it did. I studied her expression. I could tell it caught her off guard, but she didn’t express any disapproval. To avoid making it obvious that I was trying to read her, I asked her the same question. She said no but mentioned it was something she had considered over the years. I asked what had stopped her from exploring, and she responded with her marriage. I didn’t know what to expect from tonight, but in that exact moment, all hope was lost. Not only had she never dated women, but she was also fucking married. How was I supposed to compete with that? Even though she was curious, messing with married women was not something I did.
Trying not to let that spoil the mood, though it put a huge damper on tonight’s events, I decided to switch the subject. But before I could, we had arrived at our destination.
I valeted the car, and we walked into the restaurant. She opened the door for me, and I shyly thanked her. The hostess led us to our seats, gave us the menus, and said that our waitress would be with us momentarily. After a few moments, our waitress introduced herself and took our drink orders. “The Bluetini is to die for!” I shared. “Oh yeah? Guess we’ll take two!” Something about the way she said that made my heart skip a beat. “So, what food is good here?” she asked. “Really, all the food is good. I haven’t had anything that wasn’t.”
Our drinks were delivered, and she agreed on how delicious it tasted. She looked at me and said, “You trying to get me drunk?” I gave her a flirty smile and replied, “Maybe.” After a chuckle, she asked, “So, how did you know you were into women?” I shared my coming-out story and how I, too, was married to a man but knew in hindsight that I had always been attracted to women—I just didn’t understand it at the time. I told her that once I experienced my first relationship with a woman, I knew I would never go back. I could tell she was giving what I said a lot of consideration. Curiosity grew deep in my belly, but I decided not to push. We exchanged various stories about our lives, had more drinks, and by the end of our meal, we were nicely buzzed. I knew driving wasn’t a good idea, so it was a good thing that the pool hall wasn’t far—we decided to walk.
Tina
The weather was nice, and I was definitely feeling the effects of my drinks. I absolutely loved talking to her, looking at her. Her soft brown skin, her gorgeous smile, her infectious laugh, her lips, her neck… okay, I had to get a grip. Never had I found myself this attracted to a woman, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“So, what time does your plane leave tomorrow?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts. “It’s actually early afternoon, 2 p.m.” “Oh, okay, that’s not too bad.” “Yeah, I didn’t want to get up too early and didn’t want to get back too late.” “Makes sense.” As we continued to talk, she brushed up against my arm, and I could feel the electricity course through my body. I had an overwhelming desire to hold her hand. I wasn’t sure what was going on with me, nor did I have anyone to talk to about this—not in this very moment, anyway. I considered bringing it up to her, but what exactly would I say? I’m feeling you, and I have no idea what to do with these feelings? I didn’t want to come across like I had no swag. Instead, I inquired more about her experiences with women in hopes of gaining some clarity.
“So, what do you feel is the main difference between being with a woman versus a man? And what makes you prefer one over the other?” “It’s hard to describe, but being with a woman just feels right. The emotional connection is major for me. And a woman’s body is so damn sexy. So feminine. So soft. And it turns me on just thinking about it.” Damn, that turned me on just listening to her. Her next statement made my breath catch in my throat. “You sure do ask a lot of questions about being with a woman. How curious are you?”
Not knowing how to answer that question, I gave myself some time. I looked at her intently and said, “Honestly? I hadn’t really given it much thought until I saw you.” The look in her eyes was one of bewilderment. “Umm, what exactly do you mean?” she asked. I cleared my throat and said, “Well, ever since I saw you at Starbucks, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t place my feelings, but I’m so intrigued by you—by your demeanor, by our connection. It’s weird because, one, I’m married, and two, I didn’t think I was into women. Like, this much anyway.” I stopped talking because I had already said too much. She gave me an incredulous look, so I waited for her to say something.
Monica
Did she just say what I think she said? My brain needed time to process. After what seemed liked an eternity, I finally spoke. “Umm, I’m not sure what to say.” “Say something!” she insisted.
“Well, I’m definitely flattered. I guess I just didn’t think you were into me, into women, so I tried to push the thought out of my mind. Can I be honest with you?” “Sure,” she said.
“I’ve had a crush on you for years. During college, for sure, though I didn’t know what it meant. But now, realizing my desire for women, I’ve come to remember those feelings and desires. And now that you’re standing just inches from me, it’s all too overwhelming.”
She turned towards me again and kissed me. Her lips were so soft. At first, it was just a gentle press of her lips on mine, but then our mouths opened, and our tongues locked. We couldn’t control ourselves. Her hands found the small of my back, pulling me closer. I wanted to devour her but remembered we were on the streets of Dallas, so I pulled back.
“Wanna go to your hotel?” I asked.
“What about playing pool?” she replied.
“Fuck pool, I want to fuck you.” She chuckled, agreed, and we drove back to her hotel. We couldn’t get in the door fast enough. As soon as the door closed, we tore off each other’s clothes, kissing and fumbling our way to the bed.
I paused and said, “Let’s slow down. We have all night to explore one another.” And that is exactly what we did.
Tina
I woke up to Monica in my arms and recollected the most glorious night my body had ever experienced.
On the one hand, I was still feeling her body on mine, my tongue still tasting her pussy, and mine still feeling the touch of hers. But on the other hand, I was thinking wtf had I just done.
The former eventually was overshadowed by the latter, so I decided to surrender to the notation that my body needed this.
Monica stirred and must have noticed I was up. “Good Morning, Tina.” she said.
“Good morning, Monica.” I replied back.
“Sleep well?” “Very. How are you feeling about last night?”
“Well, I must say, it was the best night of my life. No joke.”
“Oh really? Well, how about we make it the best morning of your life, too.”
She slid underneath the covers and her lips began sucking my nipples. I arched my back in response to her tongue circling them and thought how did I experience life without this. Without her.
Her tongue then found my clit and I knew then I was ready to explode with sheer ecstasy. She began outlining the outer edge until I was nice and wet and then passionately kissed it over and over, making me beg for mercy. And just when I thought this feeling couldn’t get any better, she delicately entered me with one finger and then two. Slow strokes at first then increased to match the rhythm of my breath. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I had to release.
I gently grabbed her head, pushed her deeper into my clit and came harder than I had ever come. “Oh, Monica, yes! I’m coming for you!” I cried.
As the rush of my climax came to an end, she pulled out of me slowly, kissed my pussy, and laid there on top of me.
I held her beautifully shaped body in my arms, wishing to never let go.
Monica
She tasted and felt even better than I had imagined. My dreams didn’t have shit on this reality. While I was sad she would be leaving soon, I was more than satisfied with how the night had unfolded.
“Tina, I thoroughly enjoyed you. I hope you don’t have any regrets.”
“None at all,” she said, and I smiled.
She needed to leave in an hour, so I watched her pack and get dressed.
We held hands in silence as we both walked out of the room, onto the elevator, and out the door. Before parting, she kissed me and said, “I will never forget you. You’ve opened my eyes to what’s possible, and for that, I thank you.” She kissed me again and added, “Hope to see you again.”
As I watched her car drive off until it was out of sight, I finally exhaled and mumbled softly, “Me too.”
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