Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 18:49:53 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: adapting-5

	Andre drove me over to her apartment, listening to me freak out in
her car. Donald called my cell phone over a 100 times, leaving nasty
messages and cussing me out. I wasn't ready to talk to him, --hell, I
wouldn't even know what to say. His sister (Donna) had caught me in bed
with what she thought was another man, kicking me out of her brother's
apartment before calling him up at work to tell him all the sorted details.
	Andre (Andrea) tried consoling me, telling me I could stay with her
at her place if I needed to, but I was much too distraught to think of that
now. I knew Donald was going to call my mother and tell her what a slut I
had been (fucking another man in his bed). My mother idolized Donald, she
was always pushing me to marry him and have kids (like I would consider
having babies with that cheating two timer!).

	By the time I got to Andre's apartment, Donald and I were in a
heated argument. We were both yelling rather loudly, cussing each other out
in the hallway. At some point Andre grabbed the phone from me and hung it
up..., "Hey...! That's MY phone...!" I yelled, angrily.

"Fuck that mother fucker!" said Andre, tucking my phone in her back pocket
as she unlocked her door. When I tried to retrieve it she shoved me
back. "Do you wanna be with that nigga or not...?" she asked point blank.

"Huh...?" I asked, thrown by the question.

"It was a straight forward question that deserves a straight forward
answer!" said Andre, staring me in the eye. "You gonna cut that nigga
lose..., or you gonna take his phone calls?" she asked.

"Well..., its complicated...!" I said defensively, walking into her
apartment.

"No..., its not!" she insisted. "Either you with him or you not! You either
his gurl or mine!"

"I can't think of that right now!" I said, walking in circles (Andre's apt
was smaller than Donald's). Just then my phone rang again, I ran to answer
it but Andre simply kept me back at an arm's length while she answered for
me.

"Yo, wussup..?" she asked in her toughest she/male voice. "What you mean
who this? You called me!" she said, irritably. "She's busy..., she not
taking calls right now!" she said, definitely. "Naw...! Cuz I said so,
that's why!" I could just imagine what Donald was saying to her. "None of
your fuckin' business who I am! I'm her nigga now, okay? Don't call this
number no more, homboi!" she yelled firmly, flipping the phone off in his
ear.

"What he say...??" I asked, eager to know.

"That nigga trippin'!" she said, turning my phone off completely. "I don't
want you talking to him no more..., got me?" she insisted.

"But I HAVE to...!" I said, not yet ready to cut all ties with Donald.

"What the fuck for...??!" asked Andre.

"Well..., for one..., all my clothes'r still there!"

"We can get somebody to pick your clothes up...!" she said, simply. "You
don't need that nigga all up in your face thinking he still your man!"

"Its not that simple...!" I said, getting a headache.

"Yes it is! If you don't wanna be with him anymore, you don't keep taking
his phone calls! You don't go over to his apartment looking for anything!
And you definitely don't keep letting him believe yall still together!"

"You don't know how hard it is to break up with a man..., you've never had
one!" I said, hitting below the belt.

"No..., but I've had some crazy bitches in my life!" she said. "And I know
when I'm done with a bitch..., I'm DONE! No phone calls! No emails! No text
messages! No late night booty calls! Nothing!"

"Men'r different!" I defended. "Donald ain't gonna give me up that easy! We
were engaged...!!"

"It ain't about what Donald want..., its about what YOU want! And if you
don't want that nigga..., he ghost!" said Andre. When I hesitated she
started to look at me oddly. "You still want him...?"

"I don't know...!!" I finally admitted, totally confused. How does a girl
give up the only thing she's ever known (MEN) for something she don't know
jack shit about? For Andrea it was easy, she was a lesbian, no ifs ands or
buts! But I wasn't gay! I didn't go around looking at women as sex objects
and wondering what it'd be like to get into their pants! I was a
heterosexual woman, content with a man's dick until Donald cheated on me
and made me fall into the arms of another woman!
       How did my life suddenly become a soap opera...?

 "C'mere..." said Andre, taking me gently by the arm. "...I know what you
need..."

"No..." I said, twisting away from her. "...I'm not in the mood for that
right now...!"

"I'm not talking about sex...!" laughed Andre, pulling me into the
bathroom. "Take off your clothes..., I'm gonna run you a nice hot bubble
bath and then I'm gonna give you a long sensual massage!"
       Sounded good to me!

	I took off my clothes as Andre ran my bath water. I waited until
she left before I completely undressed to make sure she didn't try anything
funny. As the room got misty with steam I put my hair up into a bun, then
examined the black eye I got from my fight in the movie theatre. The
swelling had gone down but the bruises were starting to blacken and my eye
was still very tender. It would be more than a few days before makeup could
hide that shiner.
	I got into the tub, submerging my petite body under the suds as I
lay back and allowed the hot water to soothe away my anxiety. Andre came in
with a CD of soft music, and a scented candle for some aroma therapy. She
left me alone in the bathroom for 30 minutes as I soaked in the tub and let
my troubles melt away. I got so relaxed that I actually nodded off. When I
woke up the water was starting to get cold, so I emptied the water out and
finished off with a shower.

	When I emerged from Andre's bathroom (wearing one of her robes),
she had the apartment lights dimmed low and candles burning all
around. "Aww..., you didn't have to do all this...!" I said, flattered.

"Lie down!" she insisted, rubbing her oiled hands together. "I'm gonna give
you the massage of yur life!"

	I let the robe hit the floor as I climbed down onto the bed
facedown. I could feel Andre crawling up behind me. Her hands felt like
magic as she started to firmly massage my back and shoulders. I could feel
the tension easing out of my body. Her hands were firm and strong (almost
like a man's yet gentler). I could feel myself starting to drift back off
as she massaged my arms, shoulders, back, neck, lower back, legs, and
feet. I was practically snoring when I felt her fingers graze my vagina
lips. "Just relax baby..." she said in a low whisper, parting my legs to
get better access.
	I could feel her fingers pushing into me, making me moist as I
arched my back and elevated my hips. I was so relaxed that her fingers slid
into me easily. I moaned softly as she started to move them gently in and
out. Soon I was humping against the mattress, getting more turned on as
Andre added another finger, then another. I found myself biting my bottom
lip as Andre's fingers went deeper. "Turn over, baby..." she whispered,
easing me onto my back without removing her hand. She parted my legs,
wiggling her fingers around inside me as I squirmed like a fish on a
hook. She lowered her face down to my vagina, flickering her tongue against
my clitoris. I groaned aloud, unable to hold back my enthusiasm. Andre
sensed my weakness and zeroed in for the kill. She latched her mouth over
my clit and started to suction, fingering me deeply as she started to drive
me wild with excitement.

"No..., don't..." I moaned, not really wanting her to stop.
	I reached down and ran my hands over Andre's head, rubbing her
scalp as I humped up against her face. "uhhh..." I groaned again, her
tongue lifting me to new heights.

	Andre had to be the best pussy eater I'd ever encountered. Most
guys suck pussy either like they're afraid of falling in, or like they're
starving and haven't eaten in years. Andre sucked as if eating an orange,
sucking me like a big piece of fruit. I just lay back with my legs open
with her face pressed up into me as I watched her devour me.

"Oooohh...!" I sighed, feeling my first climax starting to approach. I
locked my hands onto Andre's head and started to fuck her face. Andre kept
up with my frantic pace, jamming her fingers around inside of me as she ate
me like a cannibal.
	I began panting like a she dog as my breathes heaved up and down,
my rock solid nipples pointing skyward as Andre looked up at me from
below. I could feel myself getting wetter as she licked, sending me into
orbit as I shut my eyes and exploded like a roman candle. Andre held on as
I came, following my hips as I slowly started to come down off my high. She
removed her mouth from my pulsating vaginal lips, slipping her fingers from
my womb. I sleepily opened my eyes as she grinned up at me, her mouth all
wet with my juices. I thought our encounter was over until I saw her
starting to unzip her pants...

"Andre, no..., seriously...!" I said, declining any further sexual
advances.

"I know what you need, girl...!" she insisted, pulling her rubber dick from
the opening. She slapped it up against my slit, moistening the head with my
own essence before slowly sliding it up into me.

"Dre, please..., I don't want to..." I said, trying to push her up off of
me as she leaned forward and started suckling my nipples.
	Andre forced more of her dick into me, putting all of her weight
down on me. "Don't...!" I begged, feeling her dick split me open widely as
she kissed her way up my chest and lay down on top of me, still fully
clothed as she ground her big dick around inside of me.

"You know you want it...!" she whispered, sucking my neck. I gasped as my
cunt molded to her dick. She started to pump into me, see-sawing her pole
in and out. I could feel her body on top of mine, my legs spread around her
waist as she fucked me. My pussy started to adjust to the penetration,
getting more relaxed and moist. I wrapped my arms around her sides, hugging
her closer to me as I felt my way up her back. Andre ground away on top of
me, digging her 12" dick around in my uterus as my hands snaked in under
the back of her shirt. It was odd that I was lying there completely naked
while she was fully clothed on top of me. I reached up her back, feeling
the strangely tight tube-top wrapped around her torso which she uses to
tape her breasts down to look more masculine. When I tried to take off her
shirt, she stopped fucking me and lifted up. "Don't do that...!" she said,
before resuming her stroke. I just lay there, receiving the full length of
her dick as she picked up the pace.
	Soon I had forgotten my insecurities of being the only one naked as
I started to get into the sex acts. Andre was a great lover, her dick was
so big and her stroke was so strong and consistent that I couldn't help but
be aroused again. She kissed me passionately when she wasn't sucking
passion marks into my neck. I sucked her tongue as we panted in each
other's mouths. The dildo was affecting her too, giving her the sense of
manhood as she fucked me better than most men. I could feel myself starting
to have another orgasm as she drilled me straight through. I felt so
totally taken, as if my body didn't belong to me anymore. I opened my legs
wider, allowing her even deeper access. Andre took full advantage of my
horniness, fucking me harder. We kissed as if in love, sucking tongues and
swapping spit. Her hands were everywhere, feeling, pulling, touching,
groping, giving my body extra thrills as she pushed me over the edge. I
felt myself cumming again, my vagina contracting and pulsating around her
plunging organ. Andre knew she had me where she wanted as she plunged into
me a dozen more times before finally slowing to a stop.

	We were both panting and breathing hard as she lay there on top of
me. We looked into each other's eyes as I wiped the sweat from her brow
with my hand. I could still feel her big dick inside me, just lying there
like a huge log as we started to kiss again. It was moments like this when
I didn't see Andre as a woman at all, she had qualities and mannerisms
somewhat equal to a man, yet had a subtle sensitivity about her that most
men lacked. I found myself growing closer to her.
	Eventually she pulled out of me and rolled over onto her side. She
cuddled up behind me, wrapping her arm about me like a protective lioness
does her cub. I could feel her big hard dick pressing between my legs as we
lay down to sleep.

"You know yur welcomed to stay here for as long as you want...!" she
whispered in my ear as she nuzzled my neck. "Matter of fact..., you can
move in right now if you want...!"