Stories from the Life- A Day for the Rest of 10/23/06 COPYRIGHT 2006 (College)
This is an insert, from one of the novels I am strenuously working on. It is from the perspective, of one of the main characters' daughter. The novel revolves around the subject of a girl, finding out her mother works for an underground society. ***************
Trouble always starts, when you're having fun. It also accures, when you are falling in love.
Chilly and wet, was that October day. The day I learned I was love, for the first time. Also the day my suspicions of my beloved mother, strecthed beyond anything I had ever assumed. She too found out more than she could handle, about me.
I was foolish for bringing Charlie home. I had a feeling it was a terrible idea. However, Charlie was much too cute to just have, in the backseat. Lust consumed my mentality. I had taunting dreams of her laying me out, on my bed. Touching naked skin, under soft sheets. Enjoying her talents, in the back of a sports car, was difficult. Our long legs got in the way. We both understood our homes weren't safe. I insisted my mother was crazy, and she wouldn't let me anywhere near her residence. Having sex, as a eighteen year old kid, proves to be very hard.
So when I thought I had my mother's choppy routines figured out, I got the nerve to ask Charlie over. My second mistake was not listening out. The plan was to do a "fast job". To cum fast, so there was time for cuddling. Then room to sneak her away. I had Charlie park down the block, and left the closet door open; just in case I had to throw her inside. All this slick-planning, for the moment I heard high-heels coming.
It is hard, however, to listen out in a moment like that. Distracted because the girl-of-my-dreams was banging me dopey. We were caught in, literally, the worst position. She was pinned on top, I had my head dangling off the side of the bed, and both of us had fists full of each others hair. Charlie's phallus was nine inches deep, and I was moaning odd rhythms. As my head draped backward, I opened my eyes to find my mother's reflection in the mirror, near the bed.
She gave us a moment to cover up, with sheets.
"Ok. I'll give you time to run, white girl, `cause I don't miss." My mother said to Charlie.
Then sauntered away.
"What?" Charlie's hazel eyes were wide.
I took a breath, and recalled the gun license I had recently discoved, in her purse.
"Shit!" I hurried Charlie to the window.
As we scrambled, she gathered most of her clothes. I pushed her out on impulse. She safely landed in the hedges, that I knew were along the house. Charlie slipped on her boxers and shirt, before my mother flew out of the front door. I watched her run down the street, and a bullet spark off of the ground. It barely missed her left heel. The gun was silenced. My mother then jumped into her Mercedes, and quickly tried heading toward Charlie, before she could get into her car.
Mother missed her by an inch. She swooped past Charlie, and my love dove frantically into her Camero. She flew down the street, before my mother could turn around to chase her.
They disappeared in a blink.
All that was left were the sounds of engines booming, tires screeching, and my heart drumming. All of this in the matter of a few short minutes. Horror and shame, don't follow sex very well. Being snapped suddenly out of bliss, to being put into an awful situation, can be equal to having the butt of a shot gun slammed into your gut; while sound asleep. Getting caught by your mother is one thing. Her chasing your lover, with a smoking gun, is another. Mother returned fifteen minutes later. I was under the bed. She simply reached under, for my ankle, and pulled me out.
"You always hide there." She was nonchalant, though a 9mm was still in her right hand.
For an instant, I really thought it was the end of my life.
Then Mother said. "I'll give you forty-five minutes to wash that dyke off of you. Get dressed too because we have errands to run."
She walked out, and I jumped up to do as told. I needed to take the whole situation in stride. Not knowing what to expect next, in a ill situation, is an awful feeling. In the hot shower, I cried. Sobbing for, probably, never seeing Charlie again. For the sake of shame. I was horribly repentant. My closest friends didn't even know I was a lesbian. Mother was the last person I wanted aware of my sexuality.
Mother through me into the car, after I was dressed. I could swear there was the smell of the hot rubber, coming from the tires. She remained silent, until we hit the expressway. We were headed to the city.
"I-I can never leave you alone again." She said finally.
"I'm eighteen." I spoke up. Ready for a fight.
"And I'm mad as hell!" She had a way of accenting things she meant.
I backed down instantly.
Mother sighed and continued. "The fact is, I hate lesbians. I can not stand them! I think the whole thing is weird. Your aunt is a dyke. I work with those bitches all day!"
She had to take a breath.
"All day? At the bank?" I asked.
"No. You'll find out." Mother huffed. "And your grandmother, she don't mind your aunt being a dyke. I don't understand that shit. She's baptist."
I could tell she was venting, in that crazy, indocile kind of way.
"Then I walk in on you.....never mind. All this, and I have all these damn errands to run." She looked through her palm-pilot, as she drove. "I'm gonna show you some things you ain't never seen before."
My thoart went dry.
"In the process, I'll find out where that little bitch lives. I know you won't tell me. She better hope I cooled off by then."
Why, I wondered, would she do that? And how? I put my head down, to stop the tears from coming. My mother never tolerated crying. At that moment, I wanted to do anything to avoid pissing her off further. At first, I used to think it was a black-mother complex, that she was so strict. After that day, it was maybe her mobster attitude all along.
I certainly did see life, in a totally different way. Learned how my mother really spent her day, away from home. I found there was an entire world of women, working in a violent business. All women, with husbands or girlfriends, whom were either aware or unknowing. There were gun fights. Exchanging of large amounts of money. I watched torture.
That day, however, is another story.
My mind kept switching to Charlie, all that wild day. Like one tragically departed from their lover, flashbacks of us haunted me. I thought back to how we met. It was her doing all of the pursuing. I sort of fell into her charm. I lured her in with short-short skirts, and baby doll tees that showed my mid-drift. In the last hot days of the year, I took to cruising in the city. I would drive to the Northside, away from my friends, to observe the whole gay scene. Charlie was always around with friends. I always saw her, here and there, as I would stroll up the streets.
She finally followed me, one good day. Charlie abandoned her friends, to catch up. We sat on a stoop, and spoke for a while. She told me my mahogony skin was beautiful, in the sunlight. Played in my long milk chocolate hair, as she looked into my eyes. Charlie had that boyish, yet delicate face. Her big hazel eyes, were accented with long eyelashes. The carmel coating of her hair, made her tanned skin appear radiant, and baby-smooth.
It wasn't my first time, romancing with a girl. I didn't think I much cared for anything, besides a nubian butch. The baggy jogging pants wearing chicks; with that hypnotizing black male-allure. I was used to those girls. Not the Bebo Brinker type, I would tend to ignore. Charlie was different, though. She resembled a pubescent boy, but that's what made her so cute. Some what girlish, but that mimicked the actions of a shy, yet confident guy. Charlie's humor was very cynical, and it suprised me how much it made me laugh. By night fall, I had already given it up to her, in a hidden alley. It was a whore-ish act, but I just couldn't help myself. Noticing she had been "packing", turned me on more. I loved the tomboys, that went all the way. With her, though, it was unbelievably appealing.
I had to coax her, to fuck me like that. She wanted me to beg. Though she was sweet, I could tell Charlie had a spicy side. When we finally found a discrete location; I bent over, and flipped up my skirt. She pressed against me, as she felt up my tee. Her dildo was grinding into my pussy, making me nuts. I reached back, as she pulled on my nipples, and unzipped her cargos. Charlie moved my panties to one side, and entered me without warning. I had my hands on an abandoned car, to steady myself. Getting fucked, was my favorite past-time. Fucking was Charlie's. Though both of us were giving and taking, in the greatest way either of us had ever experianced; we never finished then.
There were the sounds of distant footsteps, voices, and cars going by. No one could see us, but it was reasonable to be paranoid. I was disappointed and breathless. Her skin was flushed, and she was aching for more. The next time, was the very next day. Charlie's back seat was where it always happened. We would be driving around or sitting in each other's company. I knew I enjoyed being near her, and, since that seemed to be the only way; I went through with it. It would usually be me, straddling her lap; with my thighs spread wide, so that her fingers were comfortably inside me. Charlie really got into putting me on my hands and knees, to lick me from behind. She also loved for me to ride her, while my back faced her front. There was still paranoia coursing through me, along with passion. Though I was scared as hell someone would walk up, and discover us; getting spanked, slammed, and bitten would distract me. Even as the weather produced cooler nights, the inside of Charlie's car would be hot; by the time we were done.
All though I was brought to an insane oragasm, everytime; there was always the feeling of wanting more too. Never sure of what it was, and no one to elaborate on it with; I kept the notion to myself. Perhaps it was the fact that I never saw her, when it was light out. It seemed to be the only time either of us could sneak away, and be alone together for a little while. I must have been falling in love. I probably wouldn't have stopped at nothing, just to stare at her smile, as she spoke. The day I got caught up, was actually a day I hoped would be flourishing.
I had ditched school, and convinced her to do the same. Charlie showed up a few minutes, after twelve. Odd butterflies were in my stomach. It was that jittery cross between feeling excited, and nervous for more than one reason. I let her in, and she stopped on the way upstairs, to observe how huge the house was. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her to me, and kissed her intensly. Charlie was losing balance, as she groped my ass on the stairs.
"Come on." I spoke softly, and lead her up to my room.
There was no time to waste. I roughly removed her shirt, and ripped her jeans down. Charlie's boxers came down with them, and she impulsivly covered herself. I stripped off my clothes, and through her back on the bed. For a moment, I took in her naked form. How long, lean, and fit it was. I licked up her stomach, and caught Charlie's nipple in my mouth. The light pink bud hardened, the longer I sucked. She gripped the sheets, the further I kissed down. I wanted to deep thoart her toy, and nibble on her clit. However, since there wasn't much time, I decided to save all of that for a better day. So, I hopped on top, my legs stretched out on either side of Charlie. She thurst her hips upward, and skillfully sank into me. The toy was sliding striaght up inside my hole. I was dripping wet. At first I was gasping because the shock was so intense. She leaned up to kiss me, and I melted. Electric vibrations grew from my pelvis, to every nerve in my body.
Charlie flipped me around the bed, a few times, before we settled on that fatal position. At first, we were in the middle. My legs were wrapped firmly around her waist. She was pounding me so hard, we inched toward the edge. I was well on the verge of slipping off. Charlie slipped her arms under my shoulders, and pulled me into her thrusts. It was incredible, the feelings she was stirring in me. Intense, it all was, and I almost couldn't stand it. When I opened my eyes, to find my mother standing in the mirror, a climax was just swaying through me.
It's terrible that all happened the way it did. My heart felt like it was bleeding, and I felt hollow without Charlie. It seemed the fiasco, that followed this event later that day, was all my fault. Mother stopped at nothing to find Charlie. She kept that promise. It went as far as her hiring a hit-woman, to scope my love out.
However, that too is a different story.