Layanna
Still on a high from date night the previous weekend, I managed to float through my work week with nothing but beautiful thoughts and erotic memories, except for the unfinished business I had with my mother.
This conversation was necessary for us to determine a path forward in our relationship.
I was on my lunch break and decided to reach out.
“Yanna! Hey baby!” She answered, sounding surprised and excited to hear from me, which tugged at my heartstrings, causing warmth to flood my body. I’d rarely ever experienced this emotion from my mother growing up. I always felt like a burden and an inconvenience in her presence.
“Hey Mom!” I responded as I returned the excitement she’d given me. After talking with my therapist, I decided that my mom deserved a fair chance as a woman of sound mind.
“Mom, I was calling to see if you were free for dinner Friday at Itamae Ao,” I stated on a bated breath.
“I’d love to, ladybug,” she replied, and I finally exhaled.
“Great! I’m looking forward to seeing you, Mom,” I let her know, feeling the excitement of a small girl who missed her mother.
I knew the conversation would be heavy, but I hoped we’d be able to find common ground and start to heal what was broken between us.
I know the trauma of my childhood was not my burden to hold, but my healing was.
I also wanted to tell my parents about Caleb and me.
In therapy, Caleb and I had been diligently working through any negative feelings we had about how others would perceive our relationship.
I’d come to acknowledge that ‘hiding’ implied that Caleb and I were doing something inherently wrong and worthy of keeping a secret, and that was not how I nor Caleb felt abut our growing romance, so for me, the next step was telling my parents and my best friend Ajaih, their opinions mattered to me and I didn’t want them to find out from anyone but Caleb or myself.
After ironing out the remaining details for our dinner date, I ended the call with my mom so I could make my final rounds before leaving for the evening.
I made a mental note to talk to Caleb about his parents.
I knew his relationship with his parents was strained, but at some point, they should know how he feels about the hell their toxic marriage brought to his feet.
Caleb’s father has spent the entirety of his marriage cheating on his mother, and her crying and creating a ruckus only to stay.
Throughout the years, Caleb, his younger brother Calil, and sister Calla spent more time being mediators in their parents’ marriage than they spent being children.
Caleb disclosed that he and his father had come to physical blows on more than one occasion because he could not understand his father’s unwillingness to let his mother go so that she might experience a love that’s perfect for her, however Sr. always reminded his son that he was not holding his wife hostage and she was free to go whenever she wanted to.
After years of frustration, Cal eventually lost any respect he had for his parents and opted to handle them with a long-handled spoon.
That talk would have to wait, though, because Dana invited me to dinner at her house tonight, and I was anxious and excited to spend some time with her.
Arriving at Dana’s house, I pulled my car next to hers in her driveway and proceeded to grab my bag out of the car.
I hoped she wouldn’t mind me showering and changing at her place so that I wouldn’t have to stop home first. Dana lived in a beautiful 3-story condo with a rooftop deck.
I couldn’t wait to tour the inside because the outside was gorgeous.
As I prepared to knock, the door opened, revealing my beautiful girlfriend, dressed in peach-colored yoga shorts and a matching sports bra.
This might not seem unusual, but she knew peachy orange was one of my favorite colors, and since she’d found out, she’d started wearing the color a lot more, causing me to smirk at her subtle form of submission.
Her signature pixie cut was perfect as always, with not a hair out of place, as she smiled at me with love and adoration evident in her eyes.
“Baby,” she cooed, “I’m so glad you made it.
Come in, please,” she said as I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
As I turned back to face Dana, she was immediately on me, pulling me into a sensual kiss as she rubbed all over my round ass, causing moans to escape my mouth and my body to tingle.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I said as she continued to plant kisses on my face.
I had a thing for this woman, and I planned to tell her tonight.
Finally breaking our embrace, she grabbed my overnight bag as she stated, “I have the hot water going for you so you can shower and get comfortable. I also grabbed some of your favorite pjs, underwear, body, and skin care products to have here when you come over.” A blush rose to my cheeks as she finished talking; her love and consideration as it pertained to me were shown in every aspect of how she handled me.
I followed her up the stairs, noting how her hips swayed with every step, causing me to pull my bottom lip between my teeth in admiration.
As if she could feel my eyes drinking in every inch of her from behind, her sensual voice spoke, “If you keep looking at me like that, dinner will be dessert and you’ll become the main course,” causing me to laugh loudly.
“I’m just admiring you; however, I’m never going to object to an opportunity to cum on your pretty face,” I replied, as I saw a visible shiver course through her body at my words.
Entering her main bedroom, the lights were dimmed, soft R&B playing as the scent of eucalyptus and lavender wafted through the air, relaxing my body.
Leaving me to shower and wash the day’s stress from my body, Dana went to finish up dinner.
I exited the bathroom, finding Dana leaning against a massage table that wasn’t there prior to my shower, with a table full of oils and body butters.
“What’s all this?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“I thought I could relax you while also letting you in on one of my best kept hidden talents, massage therapy,” she replied before continuing, “I became a licensed massage therapist during college, I would attend classes for my major during the day and I would take classes for massage therapy at the community college in the evening.”
The more I learned about Dana, the more enamored I was by her presence and aura.
She was innovative, successful, and possessed the beauty and grace of a model, while being the absolute sweetest soul.
I continued to stare at her, heart in my eyes, and I wondered if she knew she had me wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers.
Sauntering over to her, still wrapped in my towel, I placed a series of soft kisses on her lips as I agreed to a massage after she fed me.
I was starving, and dinner was smelling beyond delicious.
Garlic and herb roasted chicken, rosemary roasted red potatoes, garlic whipped mashed potatoes, and my favorite bottle of Syrah stared at me, causing my mouth to water as I sat down to eat with my baby.
We had a small but eventful talk over dinner.
I hadn’t felt the feelings of giddiness associated with the getting-to-know-you phase of dating since Angelo and I met back in college, so as a 40-year-old woman experiencing this feeling was oddly invigorating.
I learned that Dana was a Jack of all trades and a master of them all.
When she wasn’t moving mountains as a financial analyst, she was a certified yoga instructor who loved making pottery, could throw down in the kitchen, and had gifted hands when it came to massage therapy.
After dinner, we made it back to her room, where Dana moisturized and massaged me from head to toe, and though I tried to return the favor, she insisted that this night was about her catering to me, so I tossed my hands up in surrender and allowed her to continue.
As we lay in the bed of her dimly lit room, our soft nude bodies intertwined, not knowing where one body began and the other ended, as soft R&B continued to play, we laughed and joked between stolen kisses and lingering glances.
I told Dana that aside from Angelo and my former female lover, I’d never had to come out to anyone.
I’d always been personal and to myself, it was a defense mechanism I’d learned when dealing with my mother as a child, the more to myself I was, the less I had to worry about anyone asking me questions.
“My parents have always been free spirits, creating space for my siblings and me to be ourselves,” she stated, her eyes glowing with love as she talked about her parents.
“I told my parents I was bisexual when I was 16,” she continued, my eyes wide with shock.
“How did they handle that news?” I asked.
“They shrugged and said they knew already,” Dana laughed as she softly ran her hands up and down my thighs, causing me to squirm against her.
“My mother said I looked at women the way a man does when he finds them attractive, saying that I would cock my head to the side and bite my lip every time a fine woman caught my stare,” this time causing me to laugh hysterically as Dana joined in, because I recalled her staring at me the exact same way she just described.
“I’ve definitely been the recipient of that stare before,” I giggled out.
“Many times,” she replied as one of her soft hands slid from my thigh and gently made its way to my plump pussy lips, as she started to gently stroke them, as soft moans began to escape my slightly agape mouth.