Another boring day at the house. I slept most of the afternoon, kept waking up because of the distant television in the living room with Ryoko. I sighed as I went downstairs to join her. She had popcorn in a bowl in one hand, a remote control in the other. I just can't figure out how she would waste her entire day off, watching television. I leaned forward to see that she was wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt, her nipples piercing the chest part which turned me on.
She attempted to give me a hand full of popcorn but I refused. I wasn't hungry, just bored. She shrugged and threw them into her mouth.
"You know what?" She asked with popcorn falling from her mouth. "Yes?" "I need to stop eating so much... I'm already fat." She patted her stomach.
Is she serious? Ryoko is only a hundred and twenty-two pounds. How the hell is that fat?! She is average, she's got the big legs, nice calves, thighs, round butt, and size C-36 in bust.
"Explain to me how you're fat? Why do petite women always think that they're fat?" "I guess it's because I'm bigger than most women my age. I just want to lose weight." She crossed her eyes with a tongue hanging out.
I laughed at her verbalization. She is being ridiculous. When I was younger, I was dying to be her size. Now that I am, I'm satisfied.
I grabbed her hand and clutched it to my chin. Her eyes wandered away, apparently her weight bothered her a lot. Shortly after, I heard her stomach growl. I know good and well that she isn't trying to narrow down on her eating habits.
"I thought you ate earlier?" I asked her, giving her the Rock eyebrow. "I did..." "At what time?"
"Earlier..." "I don't believe you!" I stood up and pulled on her arm for her to get to her feet. After she did, I pulled her into the kitchen. She almost collapsed on her ass by how childish she was refusing to go into the kitchen.
"Come on Evalyn, let me go!" She whined as I released her wrist. She stroked it and frowned at me, but I wasn't intimidated. Hey, I was just trying to help. I went into the refrigerator, browsing for something good to eat. I could hear her groaning behind me, of course I ignored her ass. I wasn't going to allow her to walk around the house, eating nothing.
"Shut up!" I yelled to her and pulled down a can of spaghetti. I glared at her, walking toward her direction. "Alright alright, relax, Evalyn. Don't hurt me," she joked, backing away from me.
I walked to the cabinet, for the can opener. After the can was opened, I reached for a bowl and poured it in. I went over to the microwave, but I had forgotten what number to put it on. So I went back to the cabinet. I grabbed the can and read it. Stupid of me. A minute and thirty seconds. We sat there, watching the microwave rotate the bowl. The smell from it, was making my ass hungry. I was tempted to get myself a bowl, so I could enjoy this tasty dinner. Alas, I made it for her and her only.
While she was at the table eating, I decided to go sit at the balcony. I watched the cars pass, hearing the birds chirping in the air and feeling the spring wind blowing against my brown skin. I laid back more in the lawn chair and closed my eyes. Finally, Ryoko and I's methods have bonded us together. Now the only thing we should do, is keep it that way.
The phone rings, ruining my thoughts of my beloved. I didn't bother to get up to answer it, because I knew that she would. I'm still trying to figure out who it was, who called last night. I looked over to the left at the big house that was next to Ryoko's parents'. It belonged to an old White male, who lived alone. I haven't noticed the man until just recently, when I was sitting here, where I am right now, and he spoke to me, from his balcony. I didn't know who was trying to talk to me, because Ryoko herself could imitate a man. Something had told me to look up and there he was, leaning over the side with a jocund smile on his face that irked the shit out of me. I mean, he was nice, but I just don't feel comfortable about him, talking to us from his balcony; it had me thinking that maybe he would probably spy on us, while we're doing extra curricular activities.
I stood to my feet calmly, glancing around the scenery before going back into the house. I had a sharp pain in my clitoris for me to take a piss. Ryoko was still on the telephone. By the tone in her voice, she sounded upset. "What the hell is going on," I murmured. I couldn't stand there to listen, I had to hurry into the bathroom before I peed on myself.
After I returned from the bathroom, I stood in the hallway, listening from upstairs to the conversation.
"I told you not to call here ever again! I've moved on! Leave me alone!" That nearly took my breath away when I heard that. I thought of rushing down there to see what was going on, but I stopped myself. I wanted to hear more. Instead, I hear her slam the phone down. Sounded like her footsteps were coming toward the stairs, so I ducked into the bathroom. I silently closed the door, her footsteps were coming contiguously. My heart was racing, I couldn't think of anything to do, but to remain in the bathroom until she passed by.
"Evalyn!" Her voice stifled through the door. I exited the bathroom with a smile on my face to assure her that I was present. She turned around, being eight inches from me. From her expression, I could sense that something was definitely up, and not right with her. Without warning, she forced a kiss on me, that almost caused me to slip from my feet. Before I could say anything, she embraced me tightly, caressing my back as if she was glad to see me. My eyes gaped, I rubbed her back without saying a word.
When she released me, I looked into her eyes. They were teary and red. I wiped them away with my thumbs and asked her what was going on. Typical of her to deny that anything was wrong. I mean come on, she's standing here, damn near ready to break down right before me. I figured that I needed to beat around the bush a bit.
"So yelling out don't call here anymore was nothing?" I walked around her and paused behind. "Well... It was nothing."
She tried to walk away, but I grabbed her arm. "No ma'am. You are going to tell me what's up, and you're going to tell me right now!"
So... Later on that night, I was lying in bed, sleeping and thinking about earlier. After I interrogated her about who it was on the telephone, she admitted that it was just a bill collector. Somehow, I fell for it, and took her into the bathroom with me. We had a little foreplay going on in the shower, me pinning her against the wall with her hands beside her face. I caressed every bit of her with my tongue reeling in her mouth. She enjoyed it, just as much as I did. We always did love wet and nasty things.
As I was lying down, I felt her cold hands, sliding through my arm and tucked into my side. She sighed into my ear, lying her head against mine.
"I love you," she whispered. I believed it. Why wouldn't I? Still, there are some things about her, that I can't seem to figure out. Should I believe that it was just a bill collector on the phone? I don't know...
The next day, I woke up. I rolled over to the opposite side, feeling for her, only to feel the wrinkled sheets on the bed. I woke up, blinking like crazy, because I had eye buggers. Went into the private bathroom, she wasn't there. Went into the bathroom in the hall, nope. Went downstairs, nope. The kitchen, no one was there but her mother and father. They came out to see what was going on. After I've asked them, they just glanced at each other. Something funny is going on. Ryoko never leaves the house without me...
"She said that she went to go somewhere," Ryoko's mother told me. The look in her eye, gave it all away. She knew where Ryoko was, perhaps she's protecting her from something...
Without bothering to ask, I returned back upstairs. I bounced in the computer chair, wigging the mouse for the computer to wake up to the main screen. I had the urge to snoop into Ryoko's email account and messenger archives, but whatever I may discover, could hurt me. I don't want to think that Ryoko is cheating on me. No way, my girl would never do that to me.
The door to the room opens, and in came Miss Ryoko. She had a big painting in her hand.
"Hey! You're awake!" She stumbled to approach me with a kiss, couldn't because the painting was too huge. Paintings were one of her favorite enthusiasms. I have no idea why she bought another one, her wall is practically covered with other paintings, from a scribbling to a disfigured woman's face.
"I'm sorry, but I just had to make it to the art museum. They were auctioning art, and I just had to be there! Man, I'm so in love with it. Do you like it?"
When she turned over that painting, I shook my head. It was a picture of an ass.
"You call this art? It's a big butt!" "Don't insult it!" She clutched the painting to her chest, rubbing it as if it were a newborn baby.
I took it from her hands, and examined it. "And how much did you pay for this?" "Ohhh three grand." "What?! Are you crazy?!" "Shhh, be quiet, I don't want my parents to know..." "You have got to be kidding me." I wanted to return that son of a bitch to the damn museum!
"Help me put it up. I want it over our bed." So I went ahead and kicked off my shoes. She had a hammer and a nail, bamming loudly against the wooden wall. We placed the painting onto the nail, walking backwards to see how it looked. I still didn't like the painting, I'm into different types of arts. Like anime. haha
She attempted to kiss me but I pushed her on the bed. She was musky.
"Hey!" "Hey my ass, go take a shower, you smell, homie." I grabbed my nose. "Alright," she rose from the bed and exited the room. I went over to the window. Ryoko's parents were leaving. I thought it would be good timing, since I would love some extra time with miss thing.
I waited on Ryoko to step back into the room. She wore a white towel around herself. I pulled her arm, as she was trying to go to the drawer for her clothes and underwear. I held her in my arms, smiling in her face balefully.
"My parents are downstairs, Evalyn." I guess she sensed what I wanted. "They're gone now. Just seen them leave." I pulled her into a kiss. From kissing her, she didn't believe me when I told her that her parents had left. I pulled on her towel and tossed it on the floor. I enjoyed the gratifying view of her body. Though, it was a bit chilly in the room, the air conditioner was on, I noticed the chill bumps on her arms.
"Come to me, my darling, I will keep you warm..." I took her by the hand and lead the way to her bed. Our bodies rubbed together, as we kissed. My hands wondered her body from her breasts to her bare ass. I grasped it in my hands, grinding my crotch against hers. Her soft moans were endless, my tongue licking against her neck. I lied down on my back, pulling her by her butt cheeks to sit on me.
"Ryoko!" A female's voice from downstairs called out. The voice was very unrecognizable.
Ryoko jumped off of my lap, running for the towel on the floor. Man, there's always something preventing us from having sex. I marched from the room, to downstairs to confront whoever it was. There stood an Asian woman, with shoulder length black hair, wearing a red half shirt and black skirt. Could she be Ryoko's sister, who she mentioned before?
"Who are you? Are you Evalyn?" "Yeah, it's me. Who are you?" "I am Kirsten, Ryoko's older sister." She had broken English. Ryoko can speak very fluent English. Why doesn't she?
I heard footsteps on the stairs, going downward. Ryoko was fully dressed. I was inspecting her to wear her usual tomboy clothing; this time, she wore something girly. She wore khaki capris and a pink, spaghetti string top. Where the hell did my girlfriend go? Not only that, she was wearing a blond wig.
I watched the two sisters greet each other, with bows and hugs. I hated to say it, but Ryoko had the appearance of a prostitute.
"Evalyn, this is my older sister, Kirsten. K, this is Evalyn, my girlfriend." "So nice to meet you."
I didn't say a word, just stood there, frozen. I had a real eerie feeling that scared the shit out of me. I've never saw this girl dress like this. She walked up to me, pulling me to the side.
"Honey, I have to go take care of some business." She whispered to me. "Ryoko, what's going on? I've never seen you like this." "I know, it's just that to disguise myself to do things." "What type of business? Ryoko, don't do this."
She glanced back at Kirsten and resumed, "Look, it's just that me and my friends are hanging out. They wanted to see a new style out of me."
I nodded my head. "You're not the same anymore." "I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that I have to do some things for myself. I'm sorry if you've been feeling like I don't love you anymore. I really do, I never stopped. Just don't worry yourself, I'll be fine."
What else could I have said? She was really focused on hanging out with her friends, with this ridiculous blond wig. But my love for her was too strong, not to rely on her words. I agreed that it was fine for her to go hang with her friends, only if she would make some freaking time for us.
"Come on, the party is about to start!" Kirsten shouted to her. "Ok, I'm coming! Look Evalyn, I'll be home tonight, ok?" She rubbed my hands and kissed me on the lips. "I love you." "I love you too."
Seeing her leave the house, made me sad. The expression she had on her face, when she left, just wasn't right. I had a feeling she was in trouble, but what could I do?
The next night, I decided to settle into the room, reading a Jet magazine. What can I say? There's nothing else to do around here, but to sit in Ryoko's room, while she's out doing lord knows what. She has been gone for two hours nearly. I've had to pace around the room, trying to think of where she could be. Her parents won't tell me anything, nor would this Kirsten person. As I've stated before, something just wasn't right.
But what could I do about it? Everytime I mention it, she gets angry with me, and walks off. I love this woman to death, but isn't love enough? She's keeping something from me, I'm trying so hard to help, it seems like we're back at the beginning; strangers. It's like I'm on Mars, and she's on Pluto. We've became very distant from each other. We don't have sex anymore either. It seems like all of our hard work that we've emplaced into this relationship was for nothing. Whenever she arrives home, we just have to talk about it.
Right when I was thinking of it, she pops into the room, with two bags in each hand. She sat them on the floor and lied down flat across the bed.
"Hello my darling!" She lifted her head at me and grinned. I only glanced at her, and resumed reading my magazine. "Hey boo..."
"What's wrong?" I sighed with a response, "nothing." I crawled toward her, kissing her gently on her belly button. Playing it innocent, I lied down next to her. Her arm swung around and nestled on top of my tummy.
"Something is wrong with you, baby. I want to know what it is." She shook me with her arm, staring directly into my face with her darting brown eyes. Could I tell her what was on my mind or just pretend that everything is fine? I felt like things were not going to get better, if I were to let begones be begones. Although, the thought of upsetting her, forfended me of opening my mouth.
"Well? Aren't you going to say something?" "I'm worried about you." From there, she removed her arm from around me and rose up from the bed. She walked away to the side, not looking at me. I got up from the bed and walked over to her. I attempted to touch her but she threw her hand up at me and walked away.
"Ryoko, what's wrong with you? I thought you loved me. We don't talk like we used to. You said that you'd always be there for me and talk to me. You're a completely new person." "No I'm not. You're tripping girl."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'm tripping? I'm not the one leaving in the middle of the night and disappearing in the morning time. How dare she.
"How am I tripping, Ryoko? I'm always at home doing nothing, while you go out and have fun with your friends. The least you could do, is sit down and tell me something."
Misery sure does love company. That's when her mother entered the room. She asked us what was wrong, but we both didn't want her getting involved in our affairs.
"You ladies are being loud. Tone it down some..."
Ryoko's boots followed her from the room. I decided to get dressed and head out somewhere alone. I heard about this little picnic going on at the park, so I went there for a while. I relaxed my mind of the drama and tension between myself and my girlfriend.
Just when my mind was finally off Ryoko's ass, there she was. She had a Caucasian female with her. They both had hot dogs in their hands. As they were approaching me, Ryoko still looked pissed, but her friend talked herself away. I could tell that Ryoko didn't really give a shit what this woman was saying to her, which made me chuckle a little.
"Gosh, my Todd asked me if I was going to Amsterdam with him..." The girl told Ryoko. "What did you tell him?" "I wasn't sure at first." "Why does he want to go anyway? Isn't it cold this season?" "It's cold all the time there, sadly. He has relatives there who he hasn't met."
I just couldn't bare to listen to anymore of this drear conversation. I did want to take Ryoko's stubborn ass out of the country, but I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon...
"Life isn't going my way right now..." I heard the words glissade from Ryoko's lips. "What's going on, Ryo?" "My girl..."
I nearly bit my tongue when she said that. Instead, I got up and sat behind her, on the bench. The lady gave me an odd expression as I resumed eating the hot dog. I just had to listen to this.
"Well, her and I keep having problems. She don't trust me. No matter what I do, she doesn't trust me. I find it peculiar how we just hooked up and we're already having problems." "You're not alone, Todd and I have problems all the time. I may not be a lesbian, but I can understand somewhat." "Yeah..."
Some guy yells into a microphone, telling us to stand up for a performance by a local band named Spiral. I've heard of these guys before, and believe me, they are not that good. I was ready to leave. I sat in Ryoko's car, while she stayed to listen to the insensible band. The weather was making me weary, so I took a nap instead. By the time I wake up, she should come back to the car then.
