Black. Lesbian. Writer.

I welcomed being in the presence of an AG. That meant that I didn’t have to brave the cold NY air for food, that my boy shorts and beater were overwhelmingly appreciated and I got to stay on my back *wink, wink.* She catered to me, making sure all of my needs were met, but I did have something to prove…

Before my visit, we had the sex talk that most lesbians have about boundaries and such. In that conversation. The lil monkey admitted that she was responsible for all of her orgasms. No woman had ever been responsible for her orgasms. Being that I am cocky about 2 things (my writing and my head). I thought that I could change that for her. Honestly, I really just wanted the pleasure of knowing how she tasted. TMI?

After a joint shower and a baby oil rub down, my opportunity to presents itself. After hours of some serious tongue action (I’m not complaining because I truthfully could’ve went a little longer…), it happens. She hides her face with her hands and I try my best to control the smile that is threatening to to spread all over my place. It made me feel so good that I was able to please her. Even more, I was happy that even as grown ups, we were able to still experience firsts with each other. What are my firsts? That’s a whole ‘nother blog…

We had to run out to meet some of her friends and take care of some business. She and her friends give back to the LGBT community in a rather public and fun way. I was familiar with what they do, but it was great seeing it live. I think the best part was actually meeting the people I had already heard so much about. I got to put faces with names and voices. I got to share in her world.

On the subway ride home, we cuddled up together, holding hands the entire time. We made idle chit chat about the straight couple making out across from us. We both noticed how still they seemed to be even though they were in a serious lip lock. Can statues kiss?

I believe we fell asleep that night without any type of sexual intimacy. I woke up the next morning realizing we had fallen asleep holding hands. It made me happy, but sad knowing that was my last day there with her…Or was it?

The weather ended up cancelling my flight. The Lil Monkey said she had been hoping something would happen so that she would get more time with me. Our plans for that evening was the club. I think if either one of us had to do it over again, we’d stay home that night and wrap up in each others’ arms. I did value seeing her behavior in that type of social setting and just like I expected, she was such the gentlewoman, not just towards me, but to all of her feminine friends.

From the club we went to the airport. We stood in line waiting for the airline counter to open so I could check my bags. She helped me get out of my heels into some sneakers. I took off the big shiny earrings, but the one sleeved shirt and extra make up still told the story of the night’s events. After my bag was checked, we walked over to the security check point, it wasn’t open yet so there were a few people scattered around.

She wrapped her arms around me, kissed my forehead and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. I had already warned her that I might cry, but that was even before I knew how good it felt to be with her. Tears started falling down my cheeks, she wiped them and tried to say something comforting to make me stop. It just made me want to cry more. When the checkpoint opened, we still didn’t let go. She kept telling me she loved me, I kept trying to stop the waterworks… When we finally parted, I felt bereft. I felt like she carried part of me with her when she exited the sliding airport doors and that part was something I desperately needed to survive.

After getting a few curious glances from the guys in security, I found a bathroom, grabbed some tissue and splashed some cold water on my face. I found a seat next to an outlet, plugged up my phone and saw that she had sent me pictures from outside the airport with her blowing me kisses. The tears were back.

Some time has passed since that trip, but not much has changed. I still ove her to pieces. She still makes me smile on the regular. She is still my Lil Monkey…

I wanted to post a pic from our night out, but I forgot to ask her before I published this blog. May I?