appeared next to me on the couch. It was Thomas.
“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” I asked, tears in my eyes. I hugged him.
“My soul couldn’t rest without seeing you again. I’m so sorry, baby,” he responded embracing me.
“How will I go on without you?”
“I’ll always be with you in my heart. You’re going to live a full life, and you will love again. A new husband and a precious baby girl are in store for you. Now, I must go with my maker. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said and let go of him, the dimming white light dwindling away.
I woke up to a cold sweat, wondering if anything in that dream was going to be my fate. Was Thomas going to die suddenly? Do I need to start telling him to have his doctor check for cancer now? Endless questions were swarming in my head. I changed my bed sheets and my shirt because I was sweating so bad. Next time, I want a Women’s Network movie before I go to sleep.
* * *
After four dates with Thomas, two at the movies, one at Olive Garden, and one at the bowling alley, I felt comfortable all alone with him . . . you know, just the two of us. Besides, even though there were people around on our previous dates, my focus was only on him.
I loved to study Thomas, noticing how rough his hands were to the cute black mole on his left ear. This was Friday night. Earlier today, I’d passed two of the most difficult exams, and the football team won the game. We’d agreed to meet at his house at ten. His parents were out of town. I only had two hours to spare because my curfew was at midnight and not a minute later, according to the laws of Vivian Gibbs.
The doorbell rang. Maria was with me. She walked right in and wasted no time getting reacquainted with Peter. Thomas took my coat and purse after I walked in. He’s so courteous. Holding the door for me, sliding out my chair is nice to have. My mother told me that I was a lady and should always be treated as one. If we didn’t work out, Thomas was making it hard for the next someone who came along.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine,” I responded walking into the living room.
“I rented a couple of movies,” he said, heading for the remote control.
“What movies do you have?”
“National Lampoon’s Vacation and Coming to America . Which one would you like to preview. I know your curfew is twelve o’clock. I don’t want your mom coming to beat me down. It’s already ten fifteen.” He looked down at his watch.
“Coming to America is good. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Really, what’s your favorite part?” he asked.
“My favorite part is when Eddie Murphy just finished his date with Lisa and he’s on cloud nine, singing in the streets, and doesn’t care how loud he is or who hears him, because he’s in love.”
“What’s yours?” I sat back on the couch.
“Mine is when everybody finds out Arsenio Hall’s character isn’t the king but Eddie Murphy truly is. He had the craziest look on his face.”
Halfway through the movie, Thomas gave me a soft peck on the cheek. “Did you like that?” he asked, rubbing my left hand.
“Yes.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
Thomas and I turned our heads to each other. I closed my eyes, and my tongue embraced his. It felt soft, gentle, and right. The kissing got more intense. I was caught up in the moment, wanting to have sex with him, but I had to get home.
Maria was lucky. Her mother didn’t really enforce a curfew. Her and Peter disappeared to give me and Thomas more privacy. By now, he was kissing on my neck and feeling on my breast. My body was getting hot. His dick was getting hard as I massaged it.
“I got to go. It’s eleven fifteen. You already know about my curfew. I like to get in a few minutes early,” I explained as an excuse. The truth was I was scared.
“Do you really have to go?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt and lifting up my
“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” I asked, tears in my eyes. I hugged him.
“My soul couldn’t rest without seeing you again. I’m so sorry, baby,” he responded embracing me.
“How will I go on without you?”
“I’ll always be with you in my heart. You’re going to live a full life, and you will love again. A new husband and a precious baby girl are in store for you. Now, I must go with my maker. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said and let go of him, the dimming white light dwindling away.
I woke up to a cold sweat, wondering if anything in that dream was going to be my fate. Was Thomas going to die suddenly? Do I need to start telling him to have his doctor check for cancer now? Endless questions were swarming in my head. I changed my bed sheets and my shirt because I was sweating so bad. Next time, I want a Women’s Network movie before I go to sleep.
* * *
After four dates with Thomas, two at the movies, one at Olive Garden, and one at the bowling alley, I felt comfortable all alone with him . . . you know, just the two of us. Besides, even though there were people around on our previous dates, my focus was only on him.
I loved to study Thomas, noticing how rough his hands were to the cute black mole on his left ear. This was Friday night. Earlier today, I’d passed two of the most difficult exams, and the football team won the game. We’d agreed to meet at his house at ten. His parents were out of town. I only had two hours to spare because my curfew was at midnight and not a minute later, according to the laws of Vivian Gibbs.
The doorbell rang. Maria was with me. She walked right in and wasted no time getting reacquainted with Peter. Thomas took my coat and purse after I walked in. He’s so courteous. Holding the door for me, sliding out my chair is nice to have. My mother told me that I was a lady and should always be treated as one. If we didn’t work out, Thomas was making it hard for the next someone who came along.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine,” I responded walking into the living room.
“I rented a couple of movies,” he said, heading for the remote control.
“What movies do you have?”
“National Lampoon’s Vacation and Coming to America . Which one would you like to preview. I know your curfew is twelve o’clock. I don’t want your mom coming to beat me down. It’s already ten fifteen.” He looked down at his watch.
“Coming to America is good. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Really, what’s your favorite part?” he asked.
“My favorite part is when Eddie Murphy just finished his date with Lisa and he’s on cloud nine, singing in the streets, and doesn’t care how loud he is or who hears him, because he’s in love.”
“What’s yours?” I sat back on the couch.
“Mine is when everybody finds out Arsenio Hall’s character isn’t the king but Eddie Murphy truly is. He had the craziest look on his face.”
Halfway through the movie, Thomas gave me a soft peck on the cheek. “Did you like that?” he asked, rubbing my left hand.
“Yes.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
Thomas and I turned our heads to each other. I closed my eyes, and my tongue embraced his. It felt soft, gentle, and right. The kissing got more intense. I was caught up in the moment, wanting to have sex with him, but I had to get home.
Maria was lucky. Her mother didn’t really enforce a curfew. Her and Peter disappeared to give me and Thomas more privacy. By now, he was kissing on my neck and feeling on my breast. My body was getting hot. His dick was getting hard as I massaged it.
“I got to go. It’s eleven fifteen. You already know about my curfew. I like to get in a few minutes early,” I explained as an excuse. The truth was I was scared.
“Do you really have to go?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt and lifting up my
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