Another week passes, Ryoko and I continued our down low romance. To avoid any type of judgment, we would tell others that we're real close friends. It's quite sad though, but there isn't that much we could do really. It is what it is.
I'm sitting at the bookstore, by the window, staring out at the dispiriting rain fall from the sky and dripping from the roof of the building. I could hear the sound of Trouble Man by Marvin Gaye playing remotely in the background through the speakers in the ceiling. Of course, I'm awaiting the arrival of miss Ryoko, who seemed to have been running late. As usual... There was always something that had to come before me.
Suddenly, I had that peculiar feeling in my gut that she was coming soon. I always had that feeling, whenever someone was approaching me. Before I knew it, there she was. She was shaking her umbrella under the building, and walked in. She appeared to have been soaking wet, even with the umbrella. Shivering and frozen, she glances around from the threshold of the store for me. She saw me and walked over with that same old smile she had, when we met. I rose from my seat and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, as if she were glad to see me.
"I'm sorry, my dear, for the delay. There was an accident on the road. A car collided with another, on the slippery road," the nervous look on her face made her look like she was intimidated by me. I didn't want her to feel that way. I am an understanding person, although, I have been told before that I am intimidating.
"Why do you look so scared?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "No, it's not that, Evalyn. I care about your feelings, and I don't want you to think that I'm trying to play you. Since you don't trust anyone."
I turned away, after hearing that remark. I wasn't sure if she was playing with my emotions or was being serious. So I waited on her to explain why she said what she said.
"No need to think that I don't care about you, you know I do. You're everything and more to me. You do know that, don't you?" She ran her soft pale finger along the curve of my elbow. I didn't know whether to respond, or to just listen on more to what she had to say.
"So what were you reading?" I picked up a book and handed it to her. She read the cover of it and grinned. "Didn't know that you were into horror." "Of course. I even write horror stories." "I would love to read them someday, if you don't mind." "Not at all."
We stood there in a moment of silence. We both wasn't sure what we wanted to talk about. I watched the other customers enter and exit the store.
Ryoko stared at me, as I looked away. I knew, because she would always stare at me. She would tell me that I'm the most beautiful person she's ever seen. I never believe her, I've heard it too many times where people have told me that I'm beautiful, but in the next breath, I'm ugly or terrible. Compliments are meaningless to me.
"Evalyn... Is there anything on your mind that you wish to discuss?" "Nope. What about you?" She took a seat at the table where I was sitting at.
"Well, I would love to take you home with me, and get you into my nice warm bed." I looked down and smiled at her statement. I was down for that. She stood up, and met me face to face. Kissing me on the cheek, she took me by the hand and pulled on me to follow her. I done so, and grabbed her umbrella from the floor.
On our way to her place, she still couldn't take her eyes off of me. Nor did I, off her. Wow, I couldn't believe that this time, we were going to have sex. I'm in the mood for it, now, more ever.
It was still raining outside, sounds of thunder approached near our town as well. I didn't care, all I wanted to do, was be in Ryoko's arms.
We both ran inside of the mansion, and locked the door. I followed her into the living room. For some strange reason, Ryoko turned on the television and leaped onto the couch. I was like what the bloody hell? I thought that we were going to get it on?
She flipped through the channels, browsing for her favorite station and placed the remote control on the table. Without saying anything to her, I sat next to her, and remained silent. I closed my eyes, and covered them with my left hand. I just couldn't believe what was transpiring. Just hearing her laughing and giggling at the zany show on television, aggravated me.
Another hour passed, and she was still watching the show. I had to say something, or I was going to perish by her neglecting my presence. I rubbed her arm, as an attempt to be interested. She looked over at me, and gave me a shy smile. I fluttered my eyelashes at her, and gave her the sexiest smile I could ever give a female. Sliding over toward me, she wrapped an arm around me.
"I was suppose to take you to my bedroom, wasn't I?" "Yeah, but here is just fine," I caressed her breast. She grabbed me, we engaged into a kiss. I couldn't resist, so I gave into it.
I unbuttoned her brown lolita blouse and fondled her gorgeous chest with her white bra. She let out a soft moan, as she reaches to pull the string to my halter top. My huge breasts dropped when the halter fell to my lap. She leaned over to whisper into my ear, "Can I get in your panties?" I wrapped my arms around her, with a return whisper, "Yes, oh yes." Her hands felt so good on my body that I let out a loud moan as she licked on my breasts. I could feel my clitoris moisten at the sensation she was giving my body, from her sucking on my breasts. I lied down on my back, she continued her journey down on me. I felt her removing my shorts, my panties. There I was, lying on the couch, naked, my legs spread apart. My thighs so sensitive to her gentle touches and kisses. She wanted to tease me before she could get into what she really wanted to do.
"Oh Ryoko," I cried out her name, as she licked up and down my thighs. I twitched to her stimulation, she licked further down my thighs, to where she could reach my most sensitive area. She licked very lightly on my clit, before lowering herself down to slurp on it. My whole body began to tremble to the sensation, that I was going to bust anytime soon. Ryoko was certainly a pro at what she was doing, and it was turning me on. I closed my eyes and endured Ryoko's magic. Through my mind, I didn't care about the fact that we are co-workers. Having her for tonight was a dream come true. I was in heaven...
When Ryoko was done, she lied down on her back, on the opposite end of the couch, anticipating on me to perform the pleasure she gave to me. I slowly removed her bra, kissing and licking her nice erected tits. I licked around her belly button, kissing my way down to her pants. I unzipped them, sliding them off to reveal her silky black panties. Before I could reach for them, I heard her say something. She didn't want me to perform oral sex on her. I was perplexed, and lifted an eye brow at the young girl. She rose herself from the couch, and walked away from it. Sitting there naked, I felt sad.
"I'll be right back," she ran upstairs. I wondered what she was going to do this time. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait.
A few minutes later, she walks from the staircase, with a strap on attached around her waist. I smiled at her, and she returned one to me. She sat down on the couch, and pulled me to sit on top of her. I lowered myself down only to admire the zesty expression on her face. It hurted a bit, while I inserted the dildo into my vagina. I laid down on top of her chest, as I began to ride on the strap on. Like the sincere lady she was, she grabbed my buttocks, pushing it more inside of me. I moaned and groaned to the pain and pleasure that I was experiencing. She moaned along with me, teasing me with you like thats, ride me harders, and that's my good girl maxims. I leaned over to slither my tongue into her mouth.
I continued to ride on the strap on, enjoying the ecstasy. Her hands all over my body turned me on more. Moving from my breasts, to my clit and my buttocks. Our bodies sweated the entire time. My vagina began to clench the strap on, it was ready for me to cum.
"Mmmm... You're about to come, baby?" She asked me, looking down between my legs. "Yes, baby. I can feel it." She pushed it more inside of me, I moaned louder and louder. Her grip on my hips tightened as she grinded it inside of me. I arched my back, whimpering as I came. My fingernails dug into her shoulders, I could have caused her to bleed. With a slap on my buttocks, she pulled me to her face and kissed me.
"Did you love that, my love?" "It was so good." She smiled with reimbursement as she lifted me off her strap on. I relaxed my body on the couch, sighing with relief. That was the best first time I could ever ask for. Ryoko was simply amazing. She went upstairs once again, I'm guessing she went to put the dildo away. I couldn't wait for her to return back to the living room with me, so we could cuddle and talk. So while she done that, I decided to get dressed. Wouldn't want anyone stopping by, and saw that we have been up to something.
She returned to the living room from upstairs, with a look of concern. She sits down next to me, and cuddles up to me.
"What's wrong?" "The dildo had blood on it..." "Yeah, my virginity..." I laughed. "Are you sure? I was afraid that maybe I was going to hard or something." "Naw, it was blood from my virginity being broken." I nuzzled her in the side that caused her to jump. She relaxed her head onto my shoulder, and I patted her on the back. I was very comfortable about being with her. I felt assured that our romance would last.
The following afternoon, I sat in my apartment, chilling and doing my hair. I had just gotten out of the shower, keeping myself clean. For the first time, I felt like another woman. Ever since last night, I was feeling more adult than I have before. I guess I understand the meaning, when they say you have sex for the first time, you feel more of a man or woman.
I haven't talked to Ryoko since earlier, when I was at work. We didn't have much to say to each other, other than talking about seeing each other more. Before that night, I had to visit her home, to meet her parents. They were very sincere people, and I had the pertness to believe that they weren't going to accept me, due to me being an African American. I was wrong to assume that. They were actually happy to meet me, and wanted to see me again. I enjoyed eating Japanese chicken, it was the best chicken I've ever eaten. In actuality, it was time for Ryoko and I to remain on the downlow. I'm still afraid that our secret will surface someday.
I walked over, from my bed, to acquire the remote control from the dresser. I wanted to see if there were anything interesting on the tube. Just the same old tv shows, that I used to watch when I was a kid: Family Matters, Full House and Saved by the Bell. I can see why so many folks no longer watch television, hasn't been mutable, even when I was younger.
An hour passed, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It read: three-forty seven pm. I was waiting on Ryoko to call me. She was suppose to like, call me an hour ago. I know that I shouldn't worry, after all, she does have her own life. But, I can't help it. Should I drive by? Naw, that would make me appear desperate. I guess, I should wait a little longer. The anticipation was making me anxious. Where could she be?
Two more hours passed, I was lying down in the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an inane stare. She hasn't called me yet. I was beginning to worry about my darling. I was stiff, filled with a bit of sorrow. Suddenly, I rose up out of bed, and walked over to the settee where the telephone and answering machine was. It read no messages. Though, she always keeps her promises. Perhaps something came up for her? All types of questions sailed through my mind like ships in an ocean. I decided to forget about it, and take a walk to Starbucks, which is like a quarter of a block away from my home. If she decides to call, my cell phone will be on.
The following month, I found out some startling news. I now know why Ryoko hasn't been calling me, or has been at work. The boss transferred her to another location. I felt terrible, because someone obviously snitched on us. Come to find out, it was herself, who snitched on us. The boss was getting suspicious of the other employees smiling at us, and gossiping. He eased her into the office, and asked her what was going on. That was when she admitted that she had a romantic relationship with me. I sat on my bed, reading my mail. I kept looking at my telephone across the room from me. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to her, and being in her presence. I'm assuming that she thinks if we talk, it would hurt her even more. I felt the urge to cry so much.
I lied down the mail on the bed, and collapsed on the bed in tears. I cried hard, my face, buried into the sheets. My makeup smeared on my face, as the tears poured obstreperously from my eyes. Somehow, I felt more responsible for her transferal than her. But in my mind, I would do anything to see her again. To be able to make things right. I just can't help that she never wants to talk to me again. I cried more.
Why didn't she tell me about it, before admitting it to the boss? All of this time, I wanted her to keep it as a secret, now that it's no longer a secret. She told me that she'd always be there for me. I am so tired of people lying to me. I feel frustrated by this entire situation. She screws me, and abandons me. I have to be the dumbest girl on Earth.
After I sheded my tears, I picked myself up. I now realized that I have been screwed over, by yet another female. I just couldn't take it anymore. All those times we've spent together, this is what I get? I just can't believe she would do this to me. To us! So much for love!
Later that afternoon, I went to the mall. I browsed from store to store, to see if there were anything that I liked. I'm known for wearing mostly Gothic or Oriental clothing. It's just my style, I've had it for years. I managed to snag something, and paid for it, at JCPenney. It was a lime green, spaghetti strap shirt and some khaki capris. Bright, loud colors are my favorite as well. I remember my mother being like that too. I think that's where I got that from.
As I was going toward my car, I heard someone whisper my name. I looked over to my left, and I couldn't believe who I saw. It was Ryoko, she was leaning by the brick wall with plants in it. She wore a red/black plaid jacket, white wife beater and blue jean pants. She attempted to grab my hand, but I resisted and ran to my car. I could hear the soft sounds from her teeny shoes behind me. I clicked a button on my keys, to activate the lock. The look of anger on my face, as I turn to face her.
"Baby, baby..." She reached for me again. I was in tears at that moment, dropping my bags to cover up my face. She approached me closer, wrapping her arms around me. I cried on her shoulders, as I done the same. Don't know, I just wanted her arms around me.
She opened the passenger's side of my car, and got in. I went around, to get in my side. I threw my shirt into the back, and started up the car. I just couldn't believe she would show up, after being transferred. She looked nervous, as I drove. She had a lot of explaining to do.
"So what happened?" I said. "I got transferred. I had to speak up about our relationship, because the boss could sense what was going on. No one told him, I had to tell him." She spoke briefly. All I could do was stare at her.
"And?" "Well, I had to go. Look, I'm sorry for not contacting you, baby. I had to get my shit together. My parents were fussing at me and everything. I needed to see you, but as you can see, I knew you'd be angry with me." "Yeah, because you abandoned me!"
When we arrived home, I still wasn't done with her. I waited till we got inside, to unleash all of my anger out on her. I slammed the door behind me. She nodded her head, too afraid to even look at me.
"I just can't believe you, Ryoko. You waited a damn month to find me?" "Look, Evalyn, I'm so sorry--" "You had me thinking you didn't care about me anymore!" I picked up the nearest object and threw it at her. I was grateful that she did duck, if it were to have hit her, she'd be hurt.
"What about the night after we made love? You didn't even call me then..." She kept backing away from me, with a look of sadness. "I know I know!" "Are you seeing someone else?! You got in my panties and you move on?" She collapsed on the bed. I was so upset that I striked her with my hands on her arms and back. She curled up in a ball, blocking my blows. I could hear her crying, as she remained curled up in a ball, bypassing my hits.
"I'm sorry..." She said softly, her voice hiccuping. "I love you more than anything, but you hate me." I stepped back, and stared at her, from the door. My eyeshadow smudged on my cheeks, my eyes red as an apple. I didn't know what to say from then.
She peeked up at me, with her arm still blocking her face, could only see her eyes. She sat on the bed, her hands clasped together like a prayer. "Please forgive me... Gomen nasai, I mean, I'm sorry." "I know what that means," I looked away at the dresser.
"The reason why I didn't call you, was because of what you've just done right now. You got angry at me, and you hit me. But I deserved it, because I should have called you sooner. I didn't mean to make you feel like I was avoiding you. I would never ever hurt you..." I listened to her say more. "When I left, you were the only person I could think about. I would cry at night, because I missed you so much. I yearned for your touch, and wanted to hear your voice again. I did what I felt was right, to get transferred. Because if it were you, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. And no, I'm not seeing anyone else..." She dropped her hands, askancing.
"You're the only woman who has my heart, and will always be. No matter how angry you are at me. I just hope that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me..." She stood up, and walked toward my direction. She was leaving.
"Ryo, I'm sorry." She looked up with a smile, and replied, "me too." I grabbed her arm, that was on the doorknob. "Don't go..." "Naw, I gotta let you get some steam off." I wiped the tears from my eyes. "No, I'm alright. Again, I'm sorry. It was childish of me to even hit you like that." "Like I said, I deserved it."
She grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to her. Her face close to mine, as if we were about to kiss. "Can we get back to where we used to be?" She asked me, running her hands through my hair. I gave her the most dolly expression and said yeah.
"You know, we've been together this long, yet you still never asked me to be your girl..." "I haven't? Oh man..." I leaned against the door, still giving her my dolly expression.
"Will you be my lady?" "More than anything. Yes, I will." Without warning, she clutched me into her arms and kissed me. We engaged in a very romantic kiss, her hands wondering my body as mine was on her head.
I pushed her back and looked down at her chest. "I don't feel good to make love. I'm sorry." "Awww..." She held me tight in her arms. "It's okay sweety, we'll just lie down in bed and talk some more." "Thanks."
I walked pass her to go sit on the bed. "So what have you been up to, Evalyn?" She joined me.
"Not much. Just been focusing on work, and worrying about you of course." "Yeah, same here." I yawned out loud, and excused myself. Apparently, I was weary.
"Tired?" She rubbed my back. "Yeah..." "Come on, lets take a nap, then we'll go catch up on a movie." "Sounds like a plan, my dear."
Posted at 06:44 pm by BlkAznAi
