ADAPTING-3
I ignored my ringing cell phone as I lay back in Andrea's bed getting my pussy ate for the umpteenth time. My body began to tremble and shake as she reached up and roughly handled my breasts, pinching and squeezing my fully erect and sensitive nipples while latching her mouth over my clitoris and sucking madly like a fiend. She'd been viciously sucking my clit for over 2 hours, not giving me a single second to catch my breath and breathe as another climax began to hit me like a sack of cement.
I clawed at the bed sheets as I came again in her mouth, moaning and groaning as I twisted and turned and squirmed like a fish on a hook. It wasn't until only after Andrea was completely sure my orgasm was over that she finally removed her mouth from my swollen clit. Breathlessly I looked down to survey the damage and could easily see how swollen my vagina was from the 2 hours of straight oral sucking! I could see the smug look of satisfaction on Andrea's face as she stared down at her handy work.
"That what you came here for...?" she asked as she smiled up at me from between my spread legs, playfully licking at my kitty like a cat does a dish of milk.
"Stop...!" I moaned, covering my `friend' with my hands to protect it. "You're like a fucking vampire...! Don't you ever get enough pussy?" I asked, moving out of the way so she couldn't force me into another long session.
"You complaining...??" she asked, stretching out on the bed fully dressed as she watched me stagger towards the bathroom.
It was difficult to walk straight after holding my legs wide open for 2 solid hours. My vagina felt like it was hanging outside the skin, rubbing between my legs awkwardly as I walked. "...weren't you the one that said you ex-boyfriend never ate your kitty?!"
"Well YOU certainly make up for that!" I yelled back from the bathroom.
"So on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the best..., where do I rate with all your other boyfriends in the oral department?" asked Andrea, as I flushed the toilet and returned to search for my panties.
"Definite a 10! I said, knowing that would make her happy.
"And what was the closest guy?" she asked, wanting to know how much better than them she was.
"About an 8 or 9!" I said, giving her props.
"That's wussup!" she smiled as he rolled on her back and threw her hands behind her cornrowed head as she watched me get dressed. "How come you never spend the night?" she suddenly asked out of the clear blue sky while I was fitting on by bra.
"Huh...?" I asked, trying to delay my answer.
"You come over, we kiss.., you strip.., I eat you out for a few hours, maybe fuck you once or twice..., but you never spend the night! Why not?"
"I dunno...!" I said, slipping into my dress.
"How bout this weekend...?" she asked, sitting up at the foot of the bed. "I could take you out to a movie, maybe hit a club or two, then you could come back here and chill while we watch movies and eat-in all weekend! How's that sound?"
"This weekend...?" I asked, throwing on my blouse quickly while gathering up my shoes. "I have a hair appointment Saturday morning..., and I'm supposed to drive with my girlfriend Tonia to see this guy she's talking to in jail!
"What about after...?"
"I don't know..., you know how long those prison visits are..., we could be all day!" I said, fixing my hair in the mirror.
Andrea sat silently for a minute before getting up off the bed. "Want me to drive up to the prison with you?" she asked, walking up behind me in the mirror. "I could meet your girl Tonia, finally..., and keep you company while she visits with her man!"
"uh..." I hesitated, trying to find the right way to say no. "...maybe some other time...!"
"When...?" asked Andrea, getting irritated. "Do you even want me to meet your friend? Do she even know we together?"
"Let's not go there...!" I said, looking for my purse.
"Why not? Ever since we met all you do is come here..., we never go out anywhere in public! We ain't never met each other's friends, or hung out with our peeps..., nothing! Just here.., suck..., fuck..., run.., --that's it! You act like you don't want nobody to know about me or see you with me! We dating or what??!" she asked, getting all excited!
"We girls...!!" I answered as best I could as I grabbed my purse up off the floor.
"What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean??!" she asked, unsatisfied. "Girls as in GIRLFRIENDS? Or girls like you and your homgirl Tonia?!"
"Why you tripping...?" I asked, ready to go. "Why you want to put a label on what we do?"
"Because I assume Tonia ain't eatin' your pussy 5 days a week like I did!" yelled Andrea, loud enough for her neighbors to hear. "So I wanna know where I stand here! Are we dating...? Or are we just kickin' it til you find a man that can please you better?"
I didn't know what to say..., honestly I didn't know what this was or what I was looking for. All I knew was men'r dogs, and Andrea ate pussy better than any guy I knew! "Well...??!" she asked, waiting for an answer.
"What do you want from me, Andre...?" I asked, dropping my purse on the floor in defeat. "You know this shit is all new to me! I never been with a girl before! I don't know if I want a serious relationship or not...!"
"So we just kickin' it til something better comes along?" asked Andrea, unsympathetic to my pleas.
"I'm Straight! I told you that from the beginning!"
"Then why you keep coming back here...?!" she asked, trapping me in a catch-22. "There's plenty of niggas out there that eat pussy..., why you keep coming back here to ME if you so straight and can't handle being with a girl?"
"I don't know..." I answered honestly, feeling confused.
"Look..." she said after a brief silence. "...I ain't tryin to be your secret lesbian lover, and I don't wanna be with somebody that can't accept me for who I am! So until you figure out what it is you want..., why don't you stop coming by? I don't need this shit!" she said, opening the door for me to leave.
"Why it gotta be all like that...?!" I asked, grabbing up my purse as I walked towards the door. "How come you can't just give me time to get used to the idea...? Why it got to be do or die?"
"When was the last time you been with a man?" she asked suddenly, catching me off guard.
"uh..., last week!" I answered, recalling the last time I fucked with my ex-boyfriend (last chap).
"AFTER we met??" asked Andre, angrily.
"Well..., yeah...!" I said, not prepared for her jealousy.
"Who was he?!" she wanted to know.
"Donald...! My ex...!" I answered, hoping our past history would make a difference.
"I haven't been with ANYone since we met!" she stated. "I thought you were somebody I could relate to and get with...! But all you are is out for yourself! You don't give a fuck about anybody else! You just want somebody to eat that kat of yours when you boyfriend won't! Get the fuck up out of my house!" she ordered, grabbing me by the arm as she flung me out into the hallway. "You ain't no better than them niggas you consider dogs!" she added, slamming the door in my face.
I stood there for a few minutes as I composed myself. In as many fights and arguments as I'd been in with my various boyfriends over the years, no one had ever physically thrown me out of their place before (until Donald did last week). This was a total first for me, two tosses into the street in one week! Had to be a new world's record! How could a good day so sudden (horribly) turn so bad?
I reached in my purse for my cell as I called for a cab.
SCENE
By the weekend I found myself reconciled with my ex-boyfriend (Donald). He called me up that night after I left Andre's, and I was feeling kinda low so I accepted his call. We talked as he apologized for kicking me out of his apartment, and asked if he could have another chance to see me. I accepted.
That night he picked me up at my mom's house, then drove me back to his place to "talk". We both knew what he really wanted, and I was in no mood to fight so I gave in.
Donald took me to bed that night, kissing me passionately as he fingered my swollen kitty. Andre had done a good job of giving me multiple orgasms that night, so I wasn't really worried about Donald getting me off.
After a few short minutes of making out, he started to push his salivating penis into me. Entry was a little rough (as I wasn't at all excited by the mood), but his pre-cum moistened my vagina lips and helped him to slip inside me.
I opened my legs as he settled down on top of me, driving his dick all the way in. He kissed me about my mouth and neck before burying his head into the pillows behind me as he started to hump away on top of me.
I merely lay there (my mind elsewhere) as he pumped, pushing his manhood through me at a steady pace. I had never been more emotionally detached from a moment as I was right now. I felt like I was in a state of limbo, with no feeling throughout my body.
Donald continued on top of me, totally oblivious that I wasn't really into it. I could feel him starting to thrust faster as his breathing started to labor. His pelvis slammed into mine every time he thrust inward, driving his dick deep into me 9 solid inches as he bang against my clitoris. Just as I was starting to get some feeling down there, he shoved all the way into me and came. "AAHHHHHH..!!"
I laid there, feeling Donald's sperm fill me up as his dick twitched and jumped around inside me. I could feel his heart beating fast as his chest was pressed against my breasts. He panted heavily as he slowly started to come down from his orgasm. Then he pulled his softening (deadening) dick from my vagina and rolled over onto his back, sweating as if he'd just worked out an hour in the gym.
"How was that...?" he asked, breathing hard as he wiped his brow with his forearm.
"That was great." I said with no enthusiasm.
5 minutes later Donald was snoring a sound sleep, his arms wrapped contently about me as he held me closely from behind. I lay awake for another 20 minutes before I finally drifted off to sleep myself.
The next day we were back together, --no agreement, no issues resolved, --just together!
My mother was glad to see that me and Donald had worked everything out. She wanted to see me happy, and thought I could only achieve this by having a steady man in my life. Tonia thought I was a sell out for going back to Donald without resolving any of our issues, but I needed to move on, I didn't like living in limbo where there was nothing, no one, and no emotional attachments.
That weekend Donald took me out to see a movie at the Cineplex. He knew I like comedies so we went to go see the new Queen Latifah movie `dead as a doorknob'. As we got in line to buy our tickets, I saw Andre standing in the opposite line with his arm around another girl!
Donald was oblivious as I stared at the couple most people viewed as a petite man and a woman. The girl looked like a skank, dressed very inappropriately in what I could only describe as hooker clothes, while Andre wore some tan baggy khakis and a extra large black printed button down man's shirt. He kept whispering something in the trick's ear, making her giggle like a Chi-a-pet.
At some point Andre looked around and spotted me standing in line with Donald. I saw his face turn cold as he smirked at me, looking me and Donald up and down like some hardened criminal. Donald put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him when he spotted Andre checking us out.
"You know that guy...?" he asked as we moved up one place in line.
"No." I lied, telling a little white fib (technically Andre wasn't a guy!).
Andre and his date reached the window first as he reached all the way down in his pocket to pull out his wallet. He handed the cashier the money and received the tickets, but not before wrapping his arm around his date while staring at me as they walked into the theatre. "Why he keep looking over here at you...?" asked Donald, getting angry that another man was grittin' all up on me in front of him.
"Don't worry about it, baby..., he's got his girl, and you got yours...!" I said, soothing it over as I leaned up for a kiss. Donald quickly forgot about Andre as he kissed me on the lips. The couple in front of us got their tickets and moved aside as we went up to the window.
Inside the theatre Andre (and his hooker date) were standing in line for popcorn. I didn't want to chance any more encounters with him and Donald so I told Donald that I wanted to go straight into the movie theater to get a good seat. He agreed as we bypassed the refreshment stands and went in.
The theater had a nice crowd, but wasn't fully packed. Donald and I liked coming to this movie theatre because the seats were comfortable and reclined, and the crowds were always low. We found a nice spot towards the back of the theatre where we could make out if we wanted.
We talked and laughed about stupid things that meant nothing while we waited for the movie to start. To my complete horror Andre and his date walked into the same theatre, sitting in the row behind ours on the other side of the aisle.
Luckily the previews started, catching Donald's attention so he didn't notice them take their seats. Andre and I kept staring back and forth at each other, giving each other disappointing looks. When the previews were over and the movie started, Donald put his arm around my neck as we settled back and watched the movie.
10 minutes into it curiosity got the better of me as I turned my head and looked back over in Andre's direction. I could see him bent over in his seat, his head down between the girl's legs as she reclined back with her eyes closed.
"Look at that shit...!" whispered Donald, seeing what I was looking at as we both witnessed Andre giving his date oral sex in public. "Can you believe that?" he asked, thinking they were a man and a women having sex.
"So you've never wanted to have sex in a public movie theatre?" I asked, turning my attention to him.
"You know I don't eat pussy, Cheryl...!" he said, discarding the idea.
"I know..." I said, pouting. "But you never wanted to this sucked on in a theatre...?" I asked, reaching down between his legs.
"Cheryl...!" he gasped, surprised by my actions as he looked around to make sure no one was looking. "What's got into you...? What've you been doing while we were separated?"
I sat back in my seat, disappointed that Donald had absolutely no adventure in him. All he had to do was sit back and get his dick sucked while I did all the work! I casually glanced back at Andre and his date. Andre was still down between her legs, still eating her pussy and not caring who in the movie theatre was watching!
Determined not to be outdone, I reached over and began undoing Donald's pants. He protested weakly as I unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. He looked around nervously as I pulled out his limp noodle and bent down into his lap. I took his soft penis into my mouth and began sucking it, making it grow bigger and longer as I worked my lips and tongue around the swelling glands.
Donald stopped protesting once his dick was fully hard. I bobbed my head up and down in his lap as I tried to keep the sucking sounds to a minimum. Donald placed his arm lazily across my back as he reclined back in his seat. I worked my mouth up and down his swollen lance as the audience around us laughed at Latifah finding a dead body in her trunk.
Donald's dick was rock hard as I sucked it. He did indeed have a beautiful dick which I really enjoyed giving oral service to. My main complaint was that he was a premie, and didn't compensate his short coming by returning oral sex.
As Latifah sped down the highway with a dead body in her truck and the real killers in hot pursuit, Donald's dick started to throb and pump fresh cum into my mouth. He grabbed my head (messing up my new hairdo) as he held me firmly in place while he dumped his load of sperm into my mouth. I was forced to swallow it all down as his dick pulsed between my lips. When he was done and finally released my head, I sat up as the audience burst out in heavy laughter (how appropriate).
"Sorry about that..." whispered Donald as he quickly tucked his softened dick and refastened his pants. While he was preoccupied I took a quick look over to see if Andre had seen me sucking Donald's dick, and if she had, I wanted to see if she was mad. But when I looked back over Andre was nowhere in sight. I saw his girlfriend though, with both of her feet spread up on the chair in front of her as she slumped down in the chair sleep.
"I'm going to the ladies room!" I told Donald, wanting to see if Andre was in the lobby seething over what I did with Donald. When I made my way out of our row and began to walk up the aisle, I glanced over at Andre's date and saw Andre kneeling on the floor with his face all pressed up between the girl's legs. The girl was leaning back, moaning softly as Andre ate her pussy out in completely darkness. I was paralyzed as I watched my girlfriend eating another women!
At that precise moment, Andre looked up from between her date's legs to see me standing there. I ran from the theatre before she could say anything embarrassing and found the stairwell leading down into the ladies room.
No one was inside (as all the movies had started around the same time). I stopped at the first sink I saw and turned on the water. I needed to get the taste of Donald's sperm out of my mouth before I threw up.
As I had my head under the water, the ladies room door burst open and in came Andre. We stopped and stared at each other for a solid 10 seconds without breathing or saying anything, both of us waiting for the other to react.
"Who's the guy you here with...?" she asked, as the door slowly slammed shut behind her. "...your ex...?"
"Yeah." I answered, spitting water from my mouth. "Who the bitch you here with...? A hooker?"
"Why she gotta be a hooker...?" asked Andre, acting hurt by my statement.
"I don't know..., maybe you oughta ask HER that question?" I said, checking my hair in the mirror.
"You know..., --you a fuckin' trip...!" she said, walking by me as she went to the sink next to me to wash her face. "Here you show up at the movies with another guy that I invited you to..., and you act like I did something wrong to you!"
"And eating that bitch's pussy right there in the movie theatre with me sitting the next aisle over..., what was that?" I asked, watching her rub water all over her mouth to get that skank's juices off her lips.
"That was me moving on...!" she said, reaching for the paper towels.
"Yeah, well, likewise!" I said, getting back to me in the mirror.
Andre wiped his mouth off with the towel before throwing it away in the trashcan.
"You know you lied to me first!" he said, getting my attention.
"How I lie to you..??" I asked, ready to argue.
"You said you couldn't come to the movies with me because you had to go to the prison with your friend Tonia..., and here you are all hugged up with your ex-boyfriend!"
"He's not my ex-boyfriend, anymore!" I said, getting a surprised, shock, and hurt expression from Andrea.
Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed me by my clothes and started screaming at me. I fought back by trying to gouge out her eyes, but she countered by throwing me into one of the stall doors. I fell through and landed on the toilet seat as she rushed in and started shaking me like a rag doll.
We screamed at each other and argued for a second before she violently pushed me back against the wall. The buttons on my blouse popped open as my bra came into view. Andrea stared at my breasts for a second before burying her head between my cleavage. I stopped fighting as she reached down and ran her hands up the insides of my thighs. I felt her hand twist into my panties as he quickly toyed with my clit. She used her teeth to unwrap one of my breasts before attaching her mouth to the nipple. I moaned softly as she started to finger me, pushing her fingers all the way up inside of me, making me grow moist.
Like an animal she fell to her knees and ripped away my lace panties. She parted my legs (placing one up on the toilet bowl) while she pressed her face up in my snatch. I moaned aloud as she latched her mouth to my slit, licking me wildly while sucking my clit. I could do nothing to stop her as she reached up and pulled my tits from my bra. "No..., don't..." I begged half heartedly as I surrendered my vagina to her. In the past 3 days of sex with Donald, I hadn't climaxed once. Here in the ladies room of a Multiplex movie theatre she had me well on my way in less that 1 minute.
Andrea sucked my pussy as if she hadn't eaten anything in days. It was like being devoured by a pitbull, she latched her teeth into me and wouldn't let go until I was a goner!
I leaned my back against the wall as I thrust my hips forward, giving her complete and total access to me. I could feel her zeroing in on my clitoris, attacking it with viscous suction to make it pop out of its home. Soon she had me quivering as I felt the first quake coming on, my legs turning to rubber as I grabbed for the top of the partition for support.
"That ain't all I can do for you..." whispered Andre, pulling away from me just before I came. I watched confused and frustrated as she stood up. I thought she was enacting revenge, getting even with me by making me all hot and horny for her and then dumping me before I could cum. But instead of leaving, I heard her unzip her pants as she pulled out her hard long dick.
"Oh shit...!" I moaned, forgetting she wore it at all times! Andrea rubbed the tip of it up and down my wet slit to moisten it before pushing it all up in me. "ahhhhh...!!" I groaned loudly as she filled me to the brim, pushing all 12 inches of her strap-on into me like a man.
"Hold on, babee..., I'm about to ride this ass til you pop!" she said, grabbing my waist as she hoisted my bottom up on her stick. My feet came off the ground as I held onto the top of the partitions while she started to fuck me. I couldn't believe I was standing here in the ladies room of a Multiplex, getting the shit fucked out of me by a lesbian with a strap-on while my boyfriend and her date sat upstairs waiting for us to return from the restroom. Anyone could have walked in on us as she held me firmly in her hands and pumped her flesh-like dick in and out of me.
My breasts bounced before her face as we fucked. Andrea couldn't help leaning forward to lick and suck them as they danced for her. I could feel her dick getting wetter as my pussy juice socked along the shaft. My fingers were starting to numb as I held on tightly to the walls, my legs wrapped around Andrea's waist while she pumped straight into me.
Heavy moist sucking sounds came from my vagina everything she moved through me. I could feel myself getting closer to climax as she gripped my body in her arms and fucked straight up into me. To help relieve some of the pressure in my fingers I kicked off my heels and placed my feet on the toilet paper dispenser and the metal ashtray built into the stall. This also allowed Andrea more room to move as she picked up at the pace and started to fuck me harder. My mouth dropped open as I felt myself starting to loose control. I humped my hips back up into her with every thrust she made, making her 12 inch long python ram all the way up into me like an African spear. Andrea sucked my sensitive nipples while never missing a single stroke into my vagina. I felt my juices starting to flow as my attention centered on my kootchy. I could feel my orgasm building to a peak as she battered her way through my deliriously aching vaginal walls.
"You gonna cum for me, babee...?" she asked, licking my tits as they bounced in her face. "You gonna cum for me...?"
"Yes!" I gasped breathlessly as she pounded me more.
I held on for dear life while my pussy was thoroughly, masterfully, fucked me. I gasped and groaned with each and every well placed thrust, my vagina growing wetter with each passing second. When I couldn't stand anymore pleasure, I came, rising my hips up off her footlong as my vaginal walls contracted and squeezed. Andrea pushed her fingers up into me, wanting for feel me cum. She pushed me back flat against the wall as she buried her tongue into my mouth, pressing most of her hand up inside of me. I could taste myself on her breath (or was that residue of her date?) while we kissed, my pussy pulsating wildly on her thrusting fingers.
Slowly we began to break apart as I came down off my high. Andrea removed her fingers, licking them clean as she sucked them off one by one. I laughed at her naughtiness, but then remembered I had Donald upstairs waiting for me.
"So what now...?" she asked as I looked for my discarded panties.
"I don't know..." I said honestly, too scared to jump into the water with both feet.
"You still going to stay with your man?" she asked, as she started to wad up a roll of tissue to clean her dildo.
"I don't know..., I don't think so..." I said, doubtfully.
"So..., can I still see you...?" she asked, tilting her head up towards me as she awaited my answer.
"Not if you gonna have other girls all up in my face!" I declined.
"And what about your boi, Donald...??" she asked, irritated. "You gonna keep fucking him?!"
"I honestly don't know..." I answered, being as truthful as I could. "As good as you feel up inside me..., nothing replaces a real dick!"
Andre sucked his teeth as she tucked her dick and zipped up.
"You got my pants all wet, n'shit..!" she complaint, smirking wickedly as we both started to laugh. "So do you love him?" she asked out of the blue.
"Yeah..." I said, giving it some thought. "...I think so, but I'm so not satisfied with him!"
Andre walked up close to me, taking my face into her hands as she leaned in and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. "Call me..." she said, backing away to leave. As we exited the stall, we came face to face with Andrea's date...
"BITCH!!" was all I heard before I saw the girl's fist coming towards my face, after that everything went black!
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