Stripping Asjiah II (16 page)

She wanted to feel sexy again and since her release, she had felt anything but; sure her scars had healed and her body was back to normal, but being in that hospital had stripped her of her confidence, the bandages had been taken off but in their place were insecurities.

Camouflaging her outside appearance was easy but there wasn‟t any makeup she could put on to disguise the fears that had been embedded in her heart. That fuckin‟ junkie had almost killed her left her for dead; the image of his face, those eyes that scar, would forever be etched in her mind.

The wind gently pushed the curtains apart allowing her the chance to momentarily bathe in the sunlight.
“I think you‟re beautiful.”
Startled, Keyshia placed one hand over her breast and the other over her vagina in an attempt to cover herself from Danielle‟s eyes.
“How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough,” Danielle walked into the room stopping once she was directly in front of her.
“You don‟t have to hide.”
She began to trace the outline of her nude body stopping once she got to the scar on her face, she studied the stitches as if Keyshia was a neglected baby doll that had been carefully sewn back together.
Their lips were so close, one waiting for the other to make the first move.
Inhibitions gave way to carnal desires as the curiosity that had once lain dormant began to overflow and rise to the surface as they started to kiss. The touch, her scent, Danielle‟s skin against hers; the sensation was like nothing else she had experienced.
Keyshia‟s mind raced as she fought with herself mentally asking if this was appropriate, if her feeling turned on by another woman was okay. Her conscience left the room as she removed Danielle‟s shirt, unclasped her bra and suckled her breast. The cry of ecstasy that escaped her lips caused her to nurse her engorged nipples even more.
Danielle removed herself from Keyshia‟s lips and pushed her down on the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
Apprehension made her heart skip, embarrassment made her face flush, but lust made her bite her bottom lip and do as Danielle requested.
Danielle could tell that this was her first experience with a girl so she had to be careful not to take her over the edge too soon. She started by nibbling on the inside of her thighs, kissing her mound, then she began to lick inside of her hole and on her lips. Her tongue teased her clit causing the inexperienced virgin to arch her back and attempt to escape.
“Don‟t move.” Danielle placed her hands underneath her butt holding her in place this time using her fingers simultaneously while she sucked enthusiastically on her pearl.
“Mmm…”
“You like that?”
Keyshia could barely speak as she tried to comprehend the way Danielle was making her feel. She had gotten head plenty of times but not like this, with a girl it was much more intimate, it was as if she knew her body better than she did.
“Yesss…”
Their bodies interlocked like puzzle pieces as Danielle turned around and positioned herself in a way that would allow both of them to receive oral pleasure.
There was no longer time for reasoning or justification; vanilla and oatmeal exploded on Keyshia‟s palette as she plunged her tongue inside of Danielle‟s walls. She used her thumb to massage her g-spot applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Ooh right there baby, right there.”
Danielle moved her fingers in a rapid left and right movement across Keyshia‟s clit.
“Cum with me mami…shit….mmm…”
“Ahh,”
She sat up and wiped the corners of her mouth as she watched her cream drip down Keyshia‟s chin. Danielle‟s fingertips did figure eights in Keyshia‟s fountain splashing in its puddles.
“Turn over.”
Unaware of what was in store for her next; once again she complied and did as she was told.
An iridescent pink caught a ray of sunlight which made it glimmer even more. Danielle twirled the 8inch dildo around in her mouth and giggled.
Keyshia had done a lot of kinky shit before her accident but this was by far the wildest. If she let her put that inside of her, would that make her a lesbian? Or had she already crossed that threshold when she was eating her pussy? Either way she was turned on and plastic or not, this was the closest a dick had been to her in a couple months and she planned on taking it.
The toy penis filled her up creating an overwhelming pulsing inside of her as Danielle activated the vibrator. She moved her hand in a clockwise motion in and out, slow then fast, fast then slow.
The girls were so caught up in each other that they didn‟t hear the keys in the door, they were deaf to the footsteps that trailed through the kitchen and down the hallway until it stopped in front of the bedroom door.
“Shit,” Groping his dick he instantly got hard looking at the two women make love to each other on the bed.
“Y‟all couldn‟t wait for me?”
The sound of his voice made her smile as she turned around to face him.
“Mike!”
“Mike?”
Caught off guard, Danielle looked from her man then back to Keyshia.
“Y‟all know each other?”

Danielle‟s sweet, seductive like persona was now replaced with an accusatory tone.
“Answer me Mike; how the fuck do you know her?”

“Oh really, so you want me to believe that she‟s just some casual acquaintance of yours?”
Keyshia was still sitting on the bed trying to get a handle on her thoughts. The sudden appearance of Mike also brought memories of her past.
The last time she saw him she was face down ass up allowing him to pummel her anally. She had done things with him she hadn‟t done with anyone else, she let him videotape them having sex and now she was in his house, their house, making lesbian love to his girlfriend.
Everything began to flood back into her mind at blinding speeds. She remembered Danielle telling her that she had been staying at the hotel with her boyfriend the same night that she found her; so this is who she had been talking about. She began to wonder if Danielle had known about her all along, possibly been shown the footage of her sucking her man‟s dick as if her life depended on it. What if the only reason she invited her to stay in her home was so that she could extract revenge on the slut who had slept with her boyfriend.
“I think I should go.” Keyshia scrambled around the room trying to gather her things so that she could leave.
“Pon tu el culo,” Danielle began to speak in a mixture of Spanish and English as her temper escalated. “You aren‟t going anywhere!”
Mike approached Danielle attempting to kiss her which only seemed to upset her further.
“Don‟t be like that babe, look, it only happened once and it didn‟t mean anything. We were just having fun.”
“You said that you wouldn‟t have sex with another girl unless we did it together.” Her voice soon turned to a child like pout as Mike began fingering her. She started unfastening his jeans whispering something in his ear causing their attention to turn back to their voyeur.
“I‟m sorry, it was last summer and I never would‟ve agreed to stay here if I knew that….”
Danielle held out her hand and motioned for Keyshia to come back to the bed. She placed her index finger over her lips silencing her apologies.
“It‟s okay.”
Still naked, she began to fondle Keyshia‟s exposed breast while biting gently on her neck.
Before undressing, Mike reached into his bag and pulled out a baggie containing a variety of different colored tablets.
“Keep going.”
Danielle eased a frightened looking Keyshia onto the bed picking up where she had left off before Mike interrupted them.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” Danielle leaned back against Mike gripping the back of his neck as he kissed her and placed one of the pills on her tongue. Continuing the exchange, she then did the same thing to Keyshia.
“Swallow it. Trust me, it makes the sex better.” Keyshia‟s mind was doing summersaults, too many things were happening at once. A part of her wanted to grab her clothes and run out of here as fast as she could but the other side of her was intrigued, enticed by the moment, turned on by the way Danielle touched her, the way she talked to her, her pussy began to throb while she watched Mike stroke his erection.
“It‟s only ecstasy, you‟ll be fine.”
Before she could protest or show any signs of resistance, he was in between her legs and Danielle was straddling her face.
Her body was on fire, everything they did to her made her skin feel like small electrical currents were passing through it.
After he came, Mike pulled out of her and bent Danielle over placing his hand around her neck while he fucked her ferociously from behind.
“Ooh, like that baby, just like that. Fuck me. Fuck me harder baby, harder.”
Keyshia reached down and began stimulating her clit while she kissed her.
“Mmmm, let me taste that pussy.”
Keyshia pulled Danielle‟s hair forcing her head down crying out in pleasure as she ate her out.
So many different positions, sex that seemed to go on forever, she had never participated in anything like this. Was she gay, was she straight, did this threesome make her bisexual? She wasn‟t sure what she was but she did know that after today, she would never have sex with just men ever again.

“ But I wanna go with you.”
“I have a busy day munchkin. Going to the park will be much more fun than sitting in my office by yourself all day.”

“I don‟t wanna go to the park, and I wouldn‟t be by myself. I can play with Ms. Theresa and we can go down to the beach and collect sea shells, or make sandcastles, I promise I won‟t go in the water. Please?”

The little girl‟s nose turned red, her cheeks rosy as she struggled to find the right words to say. Tears began to form in her eyes appearing as if the sky would open up and it would begin to rain any minute.

“Don‟t cry.” She gently placed her hand against her face and wiped her sadness away.
“Be a good girl and go with Ms. Carmen, once you get to the park you‟ll forget all about me. The sooner I go to work, the sooner I can come back home.
“Come on! Stop being a crybaby and let‟s go!” Her brother‟s impatience was dangling from the backseat window.
“Smile for me baby doll and I‟ll bring you cupcakes later.”
The promise of sweets made the taste of her defeat a little easier to swallow. She still didn‟t want to go to the park but her mother wasn‟t budging so she did as she was told flashing deep dimples.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

S he laughed and made silly faces at her mom as she watched her pull into the garage.
Excitement bubbled over as she raced down the stairs and waited for her to exit the car. The door opened and blood covered her feet.

“Help me.”
Her tiny hands began to search her body, feeling across her stomach, her chest, and her arms.

As soon as she would find one hole, another would appear. Her mother began to cry. Helpless, their sobs merged together. She kept bleeding, but how, from where? There was so much blood.

“Daddy, its mommy, help her, you have to help her!”
Confusion cloaked the child‟s face as her father picked her up and took her away from the lifeless figure she was so desperately clinging to.
“No! No! You can‟t leave her there, you have to save her!” Kicking and screaming she fought, tried to get away, she wanted to go back to the car and be with her, wanted to do as she had been taught in school, as her parents had taught her and call 911. She wanted to save her, she had to save her.
Blood stained her face as she wiped her eyes, she thought he was carrying her to the stairs to get her out of the sea of blood that had become the garage floor but he didn‟t put her down, he didn‟t tell her it would be okay as he ran back and attempted to save his wife; instead he took her into the house, closed the door and left Jai to die.

“N o!”
“Ssh, it‟s okay Asjiah, it‟s going to be okay.” I was screaming. My hair was clinging to my

forehead, my tshirt damp, heart racing. I couldn‟t breathe, my lungs were on fire, and my throat was dry.
“He killed her.”
I continued to cry as Grandma- me tried her best to comfort me. I threw the covers off my bed onto the floor, touched my body, and looked at my hands out of fear that everything would be drenched in blood.
“You‟re okay Asjiah, sssh, you‟re okay.”
I felt sick. Often I would be plagued with nightmares; each dream different but the outcome was still the same. I got to witness her die all over again, and no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I was never able to save her.
The clock read 5:45 am, the exact time I was born yet as Grandma-me rocked me and smoothed my hair I felt like I was dying.

“ Yo, I just seen dude, he saidits all clear, let‟s go.” Angel tucked the shank he had spent all day carving into his back pocket and left the cell.
Him and Gabe had been watching, planning, waiting on the opportune moment to strike and it had finally come.

Amazing the things you can get a corrections officer to do for a little bit of money. Hell, it was hard to find someone who wasn‟t corrupt in the prison system. You just had to know who was who and how to exploit their greed in order to use it to your advantage.

In Angel‟s case it was easy. A lot of the guards knew who he was on the outside or they had worked in the same prisons that his uncle‟s had been housed in previously.

However, this time he had Gabrielle to thank. The C.O. that was helping them out in this particular situation, just so happened to be the father of his older sister‟s kids. They ran into each other during recreation, exchanged a few words and everything else was history. The guard was able to tell him what times he ate, when he went out to the yard and what times he was most likely to be in his house.

His cellmate had been released a few days ago on good behavior so for the time being, he would be by himself until they brought in some other child molester, or drug dealer to keep him company.

Gabe tried to contain his excitement as they weaved their way through the other inmates, down the stairs, across the hall and to the other side of the pod. At first he was worried that his friend was going to let the boy go, allow him to get away with attempted robbery, murder and busting down his girl but then Angel began to talk. There were brief windows when he displayed vulnerability, pain, betrayal, and other times where there were signs of anger, disgust and hate for those who had wronged him.