Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:56:18 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: adapting-4

ADAPTING-4

"Girl..., what the fuck happened to your face...??" asked Tonia, walking
into the emergency room of Mercy Memorial Hospital. I was sitting on a
gurney with an ice pack over my face in one of the emergency room tents
when Tonia burst in like a bat out of hell. "Did Donald do this to
you...??" she asked as soon as she noticed him sitting in the same
room. "Did he hit you gurl...? You can tell me! I'll have my brother on his
ass before he can scream date rape!"

"No! No..., it wasn't him...!" I intervened before Donald could. "I got
into a fight with a girl at the movies!"

"At the movies...? Of all the ghetto shit...! I could see if it was at a
concert or a club..., I wanted to slap a few bitches there myself!" said
Tonia, getting off track. "Who were you fighting? And where were YOU while
she was getting her ass kicked??!" she asked, looking over at Donald
angrily.

"It happened in the ladies room...!" answered Donald, coldly.

"Who was the bitch..., one of your exes?" asked Tonia, going off on poor
Donald! "You know if you kept that dick of yours in your pants..., she
wouldn't have to worry about girls attacking her in restrooms...!"

"It had nothing to do with him!" I intervened again, giving Tonia a `shut
the fuck up girl' look, as I didn't want to discuss it in front of Donald.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and go get her some more ice...?!"
ordered Tonia, catching on quickly. Donald got up out of the chair. I could
see he was angry and wanted to say something nasty to her, but more ice
seemed like a good idea as the pack I had was already melting.

"Now that he's gone..., what's the deal? Who mangled your face, gurl?"
asked Tonia, wanting all the dirt.

"I ran into Andre at the movies!" I whispered, as soon as Donald left the
room.

"And..., he punched you in the face?"

"No..., his girlfriend did!"

"Oh..., okay." she said, giving it some thought. "Who's Andre...?"

"You know...! The guy from the bar...!" I said discreetly. "The
guy/girl...?!!"

"OH...!!" exclaimed Tonia. "I thought you gave that up!?"

"I did..., but we met up in the ladies room at the movies and one thing led
to another..."

"Yall two tacky hoes didn't fuck in the ladies room, did you...?" asked
Tonia, suspiciously.

"Well..."

"And her girlfriend walked in on you?"

"Sort of..."

"Gurl..., you deserved to be horse whipped!" she said, frowning her
face. "So what's so hot about this chick that you can't just give her up
cold turkey? You sprung??"

"Hell no...!" I said, defensively. "It's just..., she really gives a good
TRIM if you know what I mean!"

"I know what you mean, --HOE! Was the shiner her girlfriend gave you worth
it?"

"I don't know..., there always this... –electricity between us whenever
we see each other! If I were gay I would definitely hook up with her!" I
admitted.

"But you're not gay, stupid! What happens when Donald finds out this fight
was over another lover...? A GIRL lover at that? What do you think he's
gonna say? You know he gonna go tell your mother..., your mother loves
him!"

"Yeah I know..., and Donald saw Andre at the movies too..., but he thought
she was a guy checking me out!" I informed with a sly snicker.

"Hell..., we BOTH thought she was a guy checking you out!" recalled
Tonia. "A really cute guy! But you KNOW she's a girl! I don't understand
how you could continue to fuck with her..., unless you going gay too...?!!"
questioned mrs Columbo!

"I'm NOT gay, girl...! I've never touched HER sexually...! She always does
me!" I informed.

"What she get out of that?" asked Tonia, frowning again. "Best believe if
I'm gonna get someone off, they'd best get me off too! Or there's gonna be
hell to pay!"

"She likes being the MAN...! What can I say...?"

"Even men like having their dicks sucked!" reminded Tonia.

	Just then Donald came back into the room with more ice, catching
the tail end of the conversation..., "So..., you told her what we were
doing at the movies...?" he smiled, believing I was talking about the blow
job I gave him in the theatre.

SCENE

	I wanted Donald to drive me back to my mother's house, but he
insisted that I stay the night with him, wanting to take care of me. I let
him pamper me, making me soup, getting me ice cream, and propping my feet
up on the couch while I watched movies on DVD. We cuddled in bed with his
arms around me while we slept. The next day he got up for work while I
called out sick (I wasn't about to go into work with a black eye!).
	When I turned my phone on, I found that Andre had left me 6
messages, the last ones sounding frantic as I hadn't returned any of her
calls.

"I'm okay...!" I said to her as soon as I reached her on her cellular.

"Girl...! Where the fuck you been?? You had me worried! I called you like a
dozen times...!! I was ready to start stalking out hospitals!" she said,
sounding angry, excited, and worried all at once.

"I know..., my phone was off because of the movies, and I didn't turn it
back on until now...!" I explained. "I'm okay! Donald took me to the
emergency room..., I'm at his place right now recuperating!"

"Yo..., I got on that girl for hitting you like that! She ain't have no
right to do that shit!" said Andre.

"Who was she anyway...?" I asked, curiously. "At first I just thought she
was some trick you picked up to make me jealous..., but when she hit me, I
realized yall must be more serious than I gave credit...!?"

"Naw..." said Andre, trying to down play it. "...ain't nothing like that!
She just really HOOD, and willing to fight at a moment's notice is all!
That's why I had to stop fucking with her in the first place!"

"Oh..., so you DO have a history...!" I accused.

"Nothing serious..., nothing more than you and your ex-boyfriend Donald!"
she defended.

"Donald and I were engaged! We LIVED together for over a year...!" I
informed.

"Oh." she said, not too happy to find out how close we really were. "Well
Gina and I never got that far..., we just kicked it for a couple of months
before I cut her loose!"

"So why you take her back if she so unruly?" I asked.

"People change...! I figured if you could forgive your ex..., I could talk
to mine!"

"Well..., we see she hasn't changed!" I said, in case she hadn't realized.

"Has Donald...?" she asked, almost sounding hopeful that he didn't.

"A little..." I said, keeping my options open. "He definitely has room to
improve!"

"So you gonna stay with him while he improves?" she asked. "You officially
back together?"

"I can't answer that right now..., we're still in the beginning stages of
talking it out." I informed.

"And what about us?" she asked.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly. "I mean..., I LIKE you, but my
situation hasn't changed. I'm still straight..., I'm still confused...! If
you can't wait me out, then we still in the same boat!"

"Can I continue seeing you if I wait it out?" asked Andre, making my
nipples harden by her tone.

"Do you still want to...? The other day you said..."

"Forget the other day! Answer the question!" she insisted.
	I thought it over, making her wait...

"Yeah." I finally answered, knowing the answer the whole time.

"So when can I see you again?" she asked, eagerly.

"What about your girlfriend Gina...?" I questioned, rubbing her nose in her
mistake.

"She outta the picture!"

"Oh really...? That's what they ALL say!" I said, playfully.

"I'm forreal! She gone with a capital G! I ain't trying to be with no head
case!" explained Andre.

"Hmmm..., okay. Well..., I'm not home..." I said, not sure when we could
see each other again.

"Is Donald home?" she suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

"No..." I answered, timidly.

"What's his address?"

"You're NOT thinking of coming here...??!" I asked, knowing she was.

"Why not? He not home right? He gonna be gone for awhile?" she asked.

"He's at work!" I said.

"Then what's the address?" she repeated. "Didn't you say that nigga cheated
on you...?"
	I thought about that as soon as she mentioned it, about how I felt
when I walked in and found him lying in bed with some other bitch! I was
furious, hurt, devastated, mortified, and humiliated. I'd given Donald 2 of
my best years, and he made me feel like some old fat frumpy housewife who
couldn't get her man's dick hard anymore.

"400 Terrence Street! It's an apartment complex!" I informed. "You not
really coming, --are you?" I asked, giddy.

"Be there in 30 minutes!" she said, hanging up.

"Oh shit...!" I said, jumping out of bed as I stripped off my clothes and
jumped in the shower. Donald kept his hands to himself last night, but I
doubted Andre would follow suit. I gave myself a quick but thorough
cleaning, then dried off and lotion down my baby soft skin before brushing
my teeth, combing my hair, and putting on just enough makeup to make me
look radiant without looking made up! But I made sure to leave the eye
untouched, as I wanted Andre to feel bad about what he hoodlum girlfriend
had done to me!

	Just then Donald called, checking up on me from work. I felt my
blood freeze when the phone rang. I pretended like I was sleep, telling him
I had taken a couple of pain pills that made me drowsy. He sounded
sympathetic over the phone as he wished me well and said he should be home
at his regular time. As soon as I hung up with him, Andre was calling on
the other line. "I'm downstairs!" she said as I ran to the door to buzz her
in.
	I left the door ajar so I could get back in bed and play the
victim. 2 minutes later I heard Andre's voice in the foyer. "Cheryl...?"
she called cautiously from the door, wanting to make sure I was still
alone.

"In the bedroom...!" I called, lying halfway under the covers in a pair of
my sexiest bra and panties.

"Hey..." she said, walking into the room with a teddy bear and a box of
chocolates.

"Aww..., you didn't have to do that!" I smiled, perking up.

"You okay...?" she asked, seeing my eye for the first time.

"Oh..., yeah..." I said, remembering that I'm supposed to be sick. "Your
girl packs a punch!" I admitted, never having had a fighting chance.

"Yeah..., she got me like that a couple of times too!" chuckled Andre.

"She needs to be tranquilized and placed in a ZOO!" I pouted.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better...?" she asked, sitting on the
side of the bed as she started to rub my legs through the sheets.

"No..., I'm okay..." I said, sliding down in the bed. I could see her eyes
all over me, staring at my Victoria Secrets.

"Nice underwear..." she said, spotting my red lace frillies. "You always
wear sexy underwear to bed when you sick?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Oh this old thing...?" I said, pulling the sheets down pass my panty
line. "I had these on the night I was brutally attacked!" I lied. "I
haven't had the time to change yet...!"

"uh..., I remember what you wore last night, and that wasn't it!" said
Andre, catching me in a lie. "I had you half naked in the woman's stall,
remember? You had on a white matching bra and panties! These are red!"

"Oh yeah..." I said, thinking fast. "...the medication the surgeons gave me
is making me forgetful!"

"Surgeons...?" asked Andre, skeptically. "You actually saw surgeons...?"

"You see my face! You see what that baboon girlfriend of yours did to me!"
I said, putting on my best performance (Halle Berry wouldn't been
envious). "I may have to have plastic surgery just to get one tenth of my
original beauty back!"

"Oh please!!" said Andre, hearing enough. "You just a big baby, aren't
you?" she asked, seeing right through me as she inched my bed sheets down
over my thighs. I could see her eyes zeroing in on my ha-hoo. "I know some
medicine that might relieve some of your pain..." she said, parting my legs
gently.

"What...?" I asked, breathing hard with naughty anticipation.

"Its strong medicine! You'd better be careful..., it could be very
addictive!" she teased, running her fingers up my innerthigh.

"Then give it to me quickly..., I feel another pain coming on!" I insisted,
lying back.

"You're the patient...!" she said, lying down on her stomach as he pulled
aside my panty strip, revealing my moistening vajayjay!
	My breasts rose as my tummy tightened with anticipation. Andre
looked down at my pretty trimmed snatch, admiring it as if looking at a
painting by Picasso. She stared down at my womanhood long enough to count
the hairs. I wondered if she'd fallen asleep with her eyes open? Then she
licked her lips sensually (like LLCOOLJ) as if she was about to sink her
teeth into a delicious piece of filet migeon. I held my breath as she
lowered her mouth to my juicy mound, licking at my excited clit.

"OOoooohh...!!" I moaned, closing my eyes as I leaned all the way back in
bed.
	Andre lay between my spread legs, her handsome boyish looking face
plastered between my thighs as she gave me what I most desired. I could
feel her talented tongue licking over my little kitty, paying special
attention to the clitoris as she knew it would drive me insane.

	Andre wasn't like some men I knew who only ate the kitty just to
fuck it silly for their own pleasures. Andre ate pussy because she really
(really) loved it, turning it into an art form, eating it in courses as one
would a gourmet meal.
	I lay under her (her succulent dinner) on the bed (her plate), as
she dined on me with passion and elegance. I never before experienced such
divine heights of orgasm until I met her. She took me on a wild
rollercoaster of sheer and exquisite delight every time she took me into
her bosom, swallowing me in her focused rage. I felt the heat starting to
rise within me, centering from my melting pot. Andre stirred a gentle
swirl, adding just the right spices to bring my pot to a quick boil. My
chest heaved as my nipples hardened like little stones, piercing through
the sheer fabric of my frilly lace. My head tossed from side to side as
tiny whimpers erupted from my gut, signaling to my driver that I was
following her lead all the way to the end of our ride.

	Andre took her time (as usual), giving my body sweet sensations as
I quickly climbed the mountain of extreme pleasure. She sealed her mouth to
my vagina, suctioning in her cheeks as she latched onto my little clit and
didn't stop sucking until I started to scream. Though my eyes were closed
shut I saw a bright flash of hot white light as I jumped off the side of
that mountain. My body shook violently as small eruptions ran through my
nether region like the beginnings of an earthquake. Andre tightened her
hands on my thighs, holding me down as she fought to stay connected. As I
free fell over the edge of the cliff my body felt like it was floating. AT
that very moment I came, gushing a river of juices as my dam burst and my
flood water ran full force.

	Andre pulled up from my private parts, fumbling fast with her
zipper as she quickly freed her rubber dick (strap-on) which she always
wore. I heard her spit into her hand as she moistened the shaft before
shoving it into me. I gasped out loud at the sudden insertion, feeling the
soft flesh like dildo fill me completely. I was still in the midst of my
orgasm when she started to fuck me hard, driving her man made dick through
me like a pole-vaulter. It was all I could do to keep from fainting as her
amazing 12 inch dick pounded me into minced meat. A second orgasm quickly
followed the first as she leaned in over me and started to kiss me deep and
passionately.
	My legs locked around her waist as she continued to stroke. Her
female phallus even had a fat pair of rubber balls attached, when I felt
them slap into my ass cheeks I knew I had all of her in me! I was panting
hard into her mouth as she took my breath away. Every time I tried to turn
my head to breath, her mouth was right there to find me. I felt as if I
were drowning in an ocean of lust when I suddenly heard a loud scream.
	Andre broke her kiss as she spun around to look over her
shoulder. I was still coming down off my high when Andre yanked her tool
out of me and quickly stuffed it back in her baggy pants.

"You bitch! You cheating whore! Cheating on my brother!!" I heard Donald's
sister yelling as she stood in the doorway. I awoke from my fog as I
reached for the sheets to cover up. Andre ran over to try to calm down
Donna, but she was livid and started swinging wild. Andre ducked most of
her hits, but caught a couple of hard slaps as she grabbed for Donna's
wrists. "Get off of me you bastard! Did you know she has a boyfriend?? Get
out of my brother's apartment!!"

"You need to calm down before you get yourself hurt!" advised Andre,
nailing Donna to the wall.

"So you gonna hit a woman?? What kind of MAN are you?!?" asked Donna,
seeing nothing but red.
	Andre let her go as they both stared at each other in a stand
off. I could see there was plenty of fight still in Donna, but she knew
better than to fight what she believed to be a man. "Get the fuck out of my
brother's house before I call the cops!!" she ordered in her brother's
behalf.

"Fuck it!" said Andre, turning to me. "Get dressed baby...,you coming to
stay with me!"

	I jumped out of bed, gathering up as much of my things as I could,
knowing there wasn't a chance in hell that I would be allowed back to get
them later. Donna was on her cell phone calling her brother before I could
even finish dressing. She was screaming to Donald that I was a "cheating
bitch" and an "ungrateful whore", telling him how she'd just caught me
fucking another guy red handed!
	Donald wanted to speak to me, but Donna refused to give me the
phone. Andre rushed me out of the apartment, eager to get me over to her
place. Donna followed us all the way to the elevator, calling me every name
in the book. I rode down to the first floor feeling totally embarrassed.
Andre wrapped her arm around me as she helped carried my things to her
car. Donna was out on the balcony, yelling to anyone listening on the
street that I was a nasty dirty whore who fucked any man who wanted me. I
got some strange looks as Andre rushed me over to her car and stuffed my
things in the trunk. I ducked my head in shame as we got in and took off,
leaving the doorman looking baffled.

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