I've always had a certain yearning for urges that were foreign to me. Whether it was doing the most outrageous thing imaginable or dating the wrong person for my tastes. In my heart of hearts I always knew that women were my thing. So, I had no problem at all when this deliciously sexy woman came onto me. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm a little slice of heaven myself so; I knew we would make a good match. She was tall, athletically built, had stylish braids and was a shade lighter than coffee. Mmm and did I want a cup of whatever she was handing out too. I have to laugh every time I think about this new encounter, because she was just so amazing. I mean, if you just think of all the people you could picture yourself being with this would have to be one of them.
First meeting . . . She walked into the room at the most opportune time, dressed in a wife beater, navy blue Polo Shirt, Polo Jeans and a pair of Timberland boots on her feet. Damn was she gorgeous, I thought to myself. I immediately wanted to know who she was at that very moment. I chanced one more look her way and to my surprise she was staring right at me. My breath held for a second and I looked down at the drink in my hands shyly. When I looked back up she had moved. You can imagine my disappointment, but then I felt someone coming up behind me and there she was. I knew I was something of a hot commodity that night at G'Nell's, the moment I walked into the club all eyes turned to me and stayed there. I deliberately wore one of my tightest, sleekest, sheer dresses that were in my closet on purpose. It was black with silver trim around its edges along with the outline of the lace middle also lined in silver. My six inch black and silver heels didn't even allow me to reach half her height, but that was a good thing. I never enjoyed being with a woman shorter than myself. I was actually nervous like I was meeting the president of the United States, but Clinton not Bush. This woman moved me in a way I couldn't explain.
She touched my arm and turned me to face her and I was taken back to the first time I had ever dated a woman and that actually made me blush. Now, most people don't think that a black woman can do that but hell I did at that instance. Then she started to speak and I was struck by the most sensual voice that an angel could ever use. Where had she been all my life, was the question I had to ask myself?
"So, how are you this lovely night?" she asked me.
"I'm doing great now that I have some company," I answered with a smile and taking a quick sip of my drink.
"Well, let me make an introduction, I'm Destiny and your name would be?" she implored.
"How funny, my name is Fateriá, Fate for short," And I laughed playfully while extending my hand which she took and kissed.
"It's my pleasure to meet you Fate, and it must be that we just happened to meet."
"Yes, it really must be Destiny," and I let out another small peel of laughter as she smiled.
That was a couple of weeks ago, and now we were on our fifth, no sixth date. Destiny made me feel so exhilarating inside. Each minute we spent together, brought us closer and closer to bed play. She was a perfect gentle-stud. Not once did she push me into sleeping with her, and that was a turn on for me. At times, I wished that she would. I felt that she was just waiting for the right time to initiate me into our first sexual encounter together. Other than that I was content with just hand holding and cuddling, at least for now. I hoped that she would be a great lover in bed, and I just wanted to wait until the time was right for both of us to take that step. Tonight, she was planning a special dinner and we would be going out to a jazz spot to hear our favorite local band. It was so uncanny how much we had in common.
Promptly at 7:45pm she arrived at my loft apartment to pick me up. I decided to be a bit daring with my outfit. So, I wore a cranberry and black dress by Gucci that had sheer material flaring out to the side. Knowing how tall she was I put on the black and cranberry six inch heels to match, carrying a small black purse with only enough room for the necessities in it. I wore my naturally curly hair in a twisted french roll with strategically placed tendrils falling down by my ears. My small amount of make-up consisted of charcoal and dusty rose eye shadow, eyes lined with black liner, and lips with a hint of dusty rose gloss. I was a picture of perfection, breath-taking if I might say, and I do. Obviously, I wasn't going to get any complaint with my ensemble from Destiny, because she couldn't take her eyes off of me. The moment I knew this, I felt my heart skip a beat. She was exquisitely dressed herself. If this was the prom or the red carpet, you would say we were matched to perfection without even trying. That night we were definitely going to make a lot of people jealous indeed.
