Short story diary Part One

“I don’t come from much. I lived in a two-bedroom house. Five of us all smashed together. being the oldest of five. It was not a vacation even if you were out of school. I hated school and preferred to be there rather than home. My birth mom was a peace of work. I mean a real MF. No hugs. No, ‘I love yous.’ The moment my siblings were old enough to take care of themselves, she tried shipping me off.” Staring out into the audience, I felt comfortable sharing my story.
“Tried. Sometimes I wished she succeeded.” I shook my head. “I take that back. My grandmother was three times worse. I’d chose a bullet to the head before living with her.” Telling everyone my story. There was no anger or hostility. I was pass my pain.
I went on, finishing with how I ended up in my new life. I loved my new life. The event ended and I began walking over to my friend.
“Damn girl. That was intense.” My friend, Ronnie smacked me in the ass.
I rolled my eyes. “You re such a flirt.”
She grinned. “Someone has to be.” As soon as another woman walked into the coffee house, her eyes was having target practice. “Don’t leave without me.” She rushed off before I could answer.
Lesbians. We’re always on the prowl.
“Was that a true story? Some people come here with fake stories to sound cool.”
I turned, finding a woman standing before me. I studied her. My smile widened. I knew her. “Riley,” I said, waiting for her to confirm.
She smiled, showing me her perfect whites. The brown in her hair almost reflected raw black. It was straight, passed her shoulders like I last remembered it to be three years ago. Her beautiful big round brown eyes studied me. She had such an exotic look. I always thought that.
I crossed my arms over my breast, my biceps flexing through my shirt. I watched her eyes drop down to my arms down to my breast. “Do you think my story is true?” I asked her.
She grinned. I watched more of her mouth. The flick of her tongue. How smooth and seductive her lips and tone enthralled me. “Being that I was once your counselor. Your story adds up to how I remember you telling it three years ago,” She smiled so deliciously.
Damn. My mind went back to sitting in her office having our sessions. All I remembered back then was wanting to kiss her.
I silently told myself to relax. No need in getting all orgasmic in the open. Part of me also remembered that I felt a two-way connection.
“Are you here by coincidence?” I asked.
“What? You think after all these years, I’d stalk you?”
I shrugged. “You never know.” I smiled, winking. “I am stalkable.”
“I’m sure you are, Sitala.”
“Please. Don’t be formal with me now.” I smiled again. “I’m just Kaliska. And you are just Riley.”
She nodded. “I can live with that.”
Damn me, I was wanting her all over again. She kept feeding me those occasional looks. My mind was telling me I was reading into it the wrong way. The other part of my conscious; where my sex button lived, told me she wanted me just as bad. I took a deep breath, exhaling out slow just so I could release some tension. Suddenly, my body overheated. My briefs growing damp.
“Kaliska.” I looked up. When she called my name. Damn, my sexual senses almost made me overreact in open.
I swallowed. She seemed to suck my attention all on her. I forgot about the people around us. “Yes.” I answered. My voice squeaked a little. I didn’t care. So what, she knew that I was aroused.
“Don’t look at me like that?” I watched her grin, turning her eyes away.
“Why not?” I asked. I was more than curious now. She gained my attention.
“Because.” She sighed, gaze dropping down passed my eyes. My lips curled into a smile, pulling her back up to my eyes. I wanted to let Riley know, I caught her. “You use to stare at me like that in our sessions. It was really hard not breaking the rules.”
“No rules to break now,” I reminded her.
She grinned. “Can we skip all the formalities and the proper ways we should go about this.” I looked at her, not sure of what she was saying. “Skip the, ‘oh, lets meet for coffee’ chit chat. Three years ago, I wanted you. And now…all I want to do is devour you.”
Thankfully, I was smart enough not to drop my mouth like a virgin. She was my kind of woman. “Skipped, it will be.” I looked around for my friend, Ronnie. She was still flirting with the woman who walked in and snatched her attention. “Your car or mines?” I asked Riley.
She grinned. “We can go in mines.”
I waved my friend over. She couldn’t see me so I quickly excused myself.
“Hey. Ronnie.”
She looked at me annoyed. I dragged her away from the woman. “You see that beautiful woman over there?”
Ronnie looked in the direction I was pointing. She grinned, nodding. “Yes. And I have one right here.” She looked over to the woman waiting patiently.
“That woman,” I continued, “Is the hot counselor I told you about.”
Ronnie’s mouth did drop just a little. “Bro. what are the chances?”
“The chance is now?” I said.
Ronnie laughed. “Okay.”
I dropped my car keys in her hand. “Take care of my car. I am definitely not about to let this opportunity pass.” Damn, I was getting hotter by the second.
Snatching the keys from my hand, Ronnie chuckled. “Make it last all night bro,” Ronnie cheered me on.
I nodded, walking away. “I plan to,” I said to myself.
“Ready?” Riley asked.
“After you.”