I wrote this story as a gift to someone that I Love very much. Her name has been changed for anonymity. It is a pretty good representation of our personalities and priorities. I had a lot of fun writing it and she had a lot of fun reading it. With her permission, I am sharing her story with Literotica. If you enjoy this story, please comment so that she can read them. In essence, please continue giving the gift. Thank You!
I am the living embodiment of the axiom that "Good Guys Finish Last." All of my relationships have been one sided. I give. They take. I have always raised my eye brows when I heard a woman say, "all I want is a good man to love." I'd bite my tongue and then raise my eyebrows to that statement. I had pretty much lost my faith in ever finding that women that would be as giving in a relationship as I am hard wired to do. Until, I met Kyra.
We met at work. Worked together a little before she migrated to working from home. Ky was always on point. Her workstation was always immaculate. Her appearance was always on point. Beautiful figure. Breasts that I dreamt about. But it was her smile! Oh My God Her Fucking Smile! Blinding. Ever present. Piercing. Magic. Filled with energy. Dis-arming. Perfect. A real window into her soul. A woman confidant and happy with herself. Open and loving with those around her. Again, Perfect! And with that beautiful smile always came a loud and boisterous laugh; as if the smile wasn't enough alone to make you fall in love with her, you laughed your way there as well.
Ky and I began working together for a little bit. I always kept things professional. I assumed that Ky was married. She seemed like someone that any man had already realized what a prize that she was and wedded her and do everything in their power to keep her happy. I don't know what we were talking about when she exclaimed, "Oh, I'm not married." I was dumbfounded. I literally stumbled all over myself. I had no idea how stupid I came across. I just kept repeating "You're not married?" And that's how it started.
Each and every communication with Ky became more and more personal after that. I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to be the reason for that beautiful smile. I wanted her, body and soul. I wanted her.
Things went slow. Our communications were more open and filled with laughter. I loved making her laugh. I flirted. And this beautiful ebony goddess appeared to be flirting back. I was so nervous about offending her. I did not want to risk anything in the work place. But after moving painstakingly slow our communications became unguarded. We openly shared what we wanted. Each other.
I wanted to earn that smile everyday. I wanted to drown in her smile and her laugh everyday. God, she made me happy. There was only one problem. She gave as much, if not more than I did to a relationship. I'm sure I was a jerk by not showing my appreciation enough. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't used to that.
This beautiful woman worked to ensure that I was happy. Where had she been all my life. The real struggle was in the bedroom. Both Alpha Givers. Both wanting to please the other at our own expense. I would interrupt her trying to make me come just so to get another taste. So I could get another orgasm out of her and bask in her pleasure.
"No, stop babe! Not again. Stop trying to eat my pussy. I've come enough. I love stroking your cock and want you to come for me. Come on white boy, don't deny me what I want. I want to make you come. I need to make you come. I want you to come for me."
This is how our loving usually went, both of us just trying to please the other. It came to a head one Saturday night. I had been drinking and could not get enough of her. But when it came time to pleasing me I fell asleep. Her need to please me neglected. Kyra was mad.
The next morning Ky wouldn't speak to me. I pestered her like a little child wondering what I had done to upset her so badly.
"We've got a problem. Wait a second, you got a problem not letting me be who I am. What's important to me!"
"What are we talking about? I thought I always tried to let you be who you are. Let you do whatever you want to do."
"No you don't," she shot back.
"Like what?"
"Like taking care of my man in bed. Your ass fell asleep on me last night when I wanted to play with you. Take care of you."
"I thought you would have been pleased with the few times that you did come last night. You seemed to enjoy the attention my tongue was giving you."
"You don't get it! Making you come is just as important to me. But you just too proud because you made me come. Yeah, you're a big generous lover cause you made me come. But you deny me what I want!"
I was quiet for a bit. Not exactly sure what to say next.
"Get away from me. I can't be around you right now. I have some serious thinking to do," Ky barked.
Well I'm pretty stupid about a lot of things, but not about knowing when to leave hear alone and not interfere with her thoughts and feelings. I made myself scarce for most of the day. Leaving to take care of a bunch loose ends and doing some things for her that I knew were on her agenda so that she would not have to. Hoping that might help ease her feelings toward me right then.
I prepared Dinner. We ate in silence. Ky looking at me deep in thought. The tension was killing me.
"Don't worry bout clean up, I'll take care of it Babe," I said solemnly.
"Ok, then come sit with me on the couch. I'm ready to talk."
"Sure thing Babe."
I took my time with cleaning up after dinner. Not sure if I wanted to hear what was coming to me. Most importantly, made sure everything was cleaned up and completely taken care of. Poured us a couple glasses of Pinot Grigio and joined her on the couch.
"John, have you got a quarter?" she asked.
"Sure," I said unsuredly pulling the coin from my pocket.
"Ok you pick. Heads for you on Tuesday or Tails for Thursday," she said very point of fact.
"I don't understand Ky?"
"Heads for Tuesday or Tails for Thursday!"
"OK, ok. Heads," I replied.
"Now flip."
I flipped the coin high into the air and made no effort to catch it, but let it fall to the floor at her feet where it landed on Heads.
"Ok, that's it. You're Tuesday and I will be Thursday," once again very matter of factly.
"I don't understand Babe, what does this mean?"