Three Days and Two Nights, Apart

Thursday night.
The whole ride home and my evening at home was completely filled with the thoughts of her. Midway, I began to feel very stupid because I realized that I forgot her name. Actually, I don’t think I even heard Duckman say it. I helped Tony with his homework and fixed dinner. After about 2 hours of cartoons, I was ready to put them to bed. I was feeling very lonely and decided to call for some company. My best friends Paula and Ashya popped over my house at 9:30pm. Their timing was perfect seeing as though I had just put the baby in the bed and Tony had finished his bath. “Gim’me a sec.” I said to them as I opened the door. Both Paula and Ashya were regulars to my apartment so they are pretty secure with coming in and making themselves comfortable. Paula headed for the frig and grabbed a beer as Ashya sat on the couch and began to flip through the channels. The girls have a habit of getting loud so I turned on the kids’ night-light and closed the door. Erick was already sleeping from a long day of playing so the threat of a disturbance was gone.

Paula and Ashya were a real pair of characters. It was very interesting how I met them. A few years ago, I met Paula while working a government job. We weren’t very close, but we got alone good enough to hang out and drink on the weekends. I began to appreciate her company a lot because she was always very outspoken and blunt. I could talk to her about anything and feel totally comfortable. Later after I quit that job and moved on, I lost touch with Paula for a while, but I met Ashya. Shya was a very different personality. She was very practical and matter of fact. She was soft-spoken until someone touched a nerve and then she would bite a head off. I found a lot of commonalities between her and myself. We managed each others rough times. She helped me through my anxiety and panic and I helped her when she decided to come out. Later, to my shock and surprise, I found that Ashya and Paula had been good friends all that time. I sighed deeply and told my friends about my meeting with the temp and my feelings thereafter.

“Wow, she must be a sight if she made you feel like that?” Paula commented. I loved the fact that they don’t criticize me for the crazy things I go through. They’re both open minded and easy going.

“Well, you obviously have feelings for her, so what do you think you should do about them?” Ashya asked level headed as always. “Wait, you’re not suggesting that she do something, I mean, hello? She’s married and she’s not gay.” Paula and Ashya looked at each other then at me. I could feel that I was blushing. Suddenly Ashya jumped up and hugged me. “Congratulations girl! I always knew…” “No I’m not..” I quickly corrected her. “Oh.” Ashya said returning to her seat. Paula gave her a dirty look, “Just ain’t happy til everybody converts, huh?” Shya shrugged. “I’m just…” I tried to think my way through it, “...well I’ve just been confused lately with everything. I mean, I sometimes don’t feel all that happy with Adrian and I feel like I want more.” Ashya opened her mouth to speak, but Paula asked first, “So you’re not happy that the man is slingin’ a big dick, he got to have a pussy underneath dat?...Baby those are in short supply.” “Eww, Paula shut up.” I flopped down on the couch. I paused for a second because I thought I heard the baby, but I was wrong.

I believe that we all knew what I was getting act but didn’t want to openly say it. “Look, you got a good husband. That’s rare. And look at you, you ain’t bad looking. You got big titties, ass, and your not that heavy so what the problem is?” I could tell by her tone that Paula was drunk or at least on her way. I shrugged.

“I say go for it. My first experience with a woman converted me to the happily gay woman that I am today. I was always so depressed and confused when I was with Josh, now with Amy, I’m comfortable and relaxed.”

“Ignore the skinny white bitch, she’ll get you divorced.” Paula pushed Ashya back down on the chair. Ashya pulled Paula down on the chair and began play fighter her. “Who you callin’ skinny and white…” I chuckled at them. The girls spent another hour over my place, arguing over my fate then enjoying ER. Finally after Paula began to sober up, they decided to go back home. Ashya grabbed all of Paula’s stuff, knowing that she would be driving her home. We all hugged and they left with Paula grumbling something about cheeseburgers.

I closed the door as Ashya and Paula walked down the hall. I know Ashya was right, but I didn’t want to believe her. So what I have an attraction to this woman, that doesn’t mean I’m gay or bi, am I? I slowly headed back towards my room. Tony and Erick were both tucked in bed sound asleep. I walked passed the dinning room picking up toy junk again.

As I walked back into my room, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was intrigued but I didn’t stop on my way to the window. I opened it just a crack to air out the smell of my cigarette. I came back to the mirror and moved it to face me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I took a long drag on my cigarette as I sat there. Me? In love with another woman? As I contemplated the idea over and over in my head it slowly became less impossible and more intriguing. I plopped my cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed and stood up to take off my pants. I made it a point to undress in front of the mirror. As I slid my pant legs down I looked at my thighs. One of the gifts that I truly appreciate receiving from my mother was her legs. They are a nice marriage of muscles and sleekness. They would look good in stretch pants or heels. To bad the rest of my body wasn’t that cooperative. I took in my overall appearance. Pregnancy was nice to me; it was what happened afterwards that was the killer. With both babies, I didn’t gain any weight while pregnant. Yeh, I had my belly, but my doctors figured that I was converting fat to energy with the majority of it going to the sumos. Both of my babies were big when born, coming in on an average of 8lbs and 7-8 oz. After they were out, I was left looking malnourished. One would think that I would stay small, but breastfeeding, and food craving took over and I was back to my big self.

I looked at my boobs. They hung off my chest like they were trying to pull me to the ground. I guess another fear is that they would be wiping my feet by the time I’m 60. But despite their hang, they were laying atop of my stomach that had enough firmness not to sag, but not enough not to stick out. I began to feel a little shame because I knew that all I needed was a few crunches and my belly would be gone. The rest of me, my legs, arms, face, everything else was in a good proportion. It was just my stomach that I hated.

I rummaged through my underwear drawer until I found my dildo. The 2-headed snake, as I like to call it, has been my friend since Erik was born. This thing has helped me through whenever Adrian is out of town. I took it to the bathroom and took it out of its protective plastic bag. Then I washed it and lubed it down with some KY JellyTM. I lay down on the bed ignoring the mirror. My fingers rubbing against my clit felt good. As I closed my eyes, I though about Adrian being there doing this to me. My hand was his hand as I inserted 2 fingers inside my vagina. As usual, with trying to commit to pleasing myself, I started out feeling a little stupid. But the gentle strokes gave way to a quick orgasm that loosened my nerves. I inserted the long rubbery rod into my vagina thinking about the last time we had sex. Again, I felt weird. I don’t care if a dildo can fill the same areas as a real dick; it still isn’t a REAL dick. I pushed the toy deep inside and glided it in and out. Even though it rubbed my spots there’s nothing there to replace the feeling of warmth and closeness that came with having him on top of me. Our bodies becoming one as he pushes himself into me and me accepting it. I’m pretty sure that half the excitement for the guy is the fact that they are placing a part of their body, a real sensitive part, into someone else. The thought of Adrian pushing his thick 8-inch penis inside me pushed my senses over the edge and led me to a good and strong orgasm. I quickly pulled out the toy and crossed my legs as I tried to ride out the waves of it. My stomach muscle contracted and I could only lay there and hold my stomach waiting for it to pass. After a few minutes, my body settled. Finally and completely loose and free of tension, I decided to start rubbing myself again and open up my imagination. My mind began to wander and my image of Adrian began to fade into her. And as my mind eased, I finally remembered her name, Christine. I wondered about the shape and look of her breast. Did she have large nipples or small? As my mind wandered further to her more serious of parts, I found myself drifting off to sleep.

I must’ve been really tired. About 2 hours later, I awoke to the sound of water running. Tony had gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I smiled in my sleep, thankful of his self-sufficient nature, but then I remembered the events that led up to this point. I popped up and looked at myself. My cigarette had miraculously burned out before it hit the carpet. But I was still lying spread-eagle on the bed with my fingers in my crotch, naked. The dildo was on the floor in plain view of everybody. Thank God my bed was a few inches out of sight of the door or else I’d have serious explaining to do.