Alma Mater: Love War by Ty L. Burney

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About the author:

Hello my name is Ty L. Burney, I am a 25 year old African American college grad from FAMU, and apart from writing and everyday life, typically I’m your average guy. I can relate to a lot of people, I pay bills, I graduated college, I love to relax and to enjoy the simple things in life. I also like play video games, read, research, watch old cartoons and work out. So in summation, I’m a grown kid.

What inspired you to write your book?

A vivid dream that I had after I conducted a personal case study about modern relationships.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Britney, she is driving her mother’s old model ‘Mercedez Bendz’, that was given to her when she graduated High school. She pulls into an apartment complex and parks her car in the visitor’s space and makes her way up to an apartment door. It was a hot humid day, even in the morning hours. So she was dressed in a skirt to show off her legs, and a sleeveless blue top that captured the shape of her body, and that had a depiction of a cartoon styled kitten on it. She wore a pair of reflector ‘May-Dand’ shades, and leather silver studded bands on her wrist. On her feet she wore a pair of stylish laced sandals that wrapped up and around her calves, held in place from a tied ribbon style knot at the top of her calf. She makes her way to the apartment and knocks on the door waiting for an answer. Soon the door is answered by a girl who looks as if she woke up a short while ago, based on her mood and attire of a shirt with no bra and panties. She greets Britney with a hug, pecks her on both her cheeks and guides her inside. The girl whose home Britney is visiting is her friend Keisha’s. The beta to her alpha, and who she confides in often, and is also her second in command.
“Hey girl, how are you Britney.” Keisha said as she greeted her friend with her tired voice.
“Well you know, same yesterday, same today, same as always. Trying to strive for dominance against the male populace one day at a time.” Britney says with routine ease as if it’s a social greeting.
“And we look to you our fearless double X chromosome leader, to guide us females to dominance.” Keisha replies with enthusiasm, even in her docile and awakening state followed by a yawn.
Britney and Keisha walked into the living room giggling. As they enter they lie down on a pile of big bean bag chairs and body pillows. Located around a two-person hookah, modified to burn shisha, incense, and other smoke generating substances…Mainly weed.
“Wake and bake. So do you have the package Britney baby?” Keisha asked.
Britney digs into her purse, and looks inside a pocket with a picture of Simon in front. She then pulls out a bag of marijuana, engulfed in a sticky and gooey looking substance.
“Check.” Britney said as she feels and smells the bud through the bag. Since it was a very strong strain of weed, that is very costly in comparison to normal weed. You can identify it from it strong smell, even when its covered in a chaser, and it is recommended to be smoked in small doses.
“Ooh that looks good, so what’s the chaser it’s covered in?” Keisha asks.
“It’s a combination of honey and blueberry industrial syrup.” Britney explained. Because of the strength of the hash, it is usually smoked with a burnable chaser. To help dilute its strength and effects. Although in reality, it is not that effective. And is still recommended to be smoked in small doses.
“I’ve had this for some time, from the last time Simon and I smoked some of it. And then set it aside because it was too strong. Marcus, my pathetic little toilet wasn’t in town. So I couldn’t beg-” Britney pauses and scoffed at the idea of ever begging to her masochistic male side hoe.
“Command him to pick some weed up for me. So I had to raid my stash. Don’t worry this should be more than sufficient for the time being.” Britney ended.
“Whoa, you still got Marcus as your personal rug muncher? Jesus, two straight years, and you’re telling me you didn’t even offer him any pussy yet?” Keisha asked with astonishment as she takes the weed and sets up the hookah between the two of them, and adds the water to the base.
“Nope, you already know that I strive to put these men in their place. Mainly the ones that are not worthy to connect with me, to become as one flesh, spiritually speaking. Marcus is my little bitch, and he gets off doing what I tell him, and waiting on my command. So there’s no need to offer him something that he doesn’t need. He should be grateful that I allow him to only clean out my crack, whenever I please.” Britney said with a dominating attitude while Keisha laughed.
“Wow… so how do you keep this janitorial liaison behind Simon’s back?”
“Easy, I tell Marcus to keep quiet about it. It’s just that easy. And if you think its cheating, I don’t see it from my perspective, because Marcus has never penetrated my pussy. And I never see his cock, unless I plan on slapping, stomping or abusing it.”
Britney said as she giggles from the thought, as Keisha rolls her eyes and waits for her to stop.
“So how do you want to toke it, with the electricity function or the old school?” Keisha asked as she grabbed the power cord to the hookah.
“Please, use the coal because it gives it more flavor.” Britney said as Keisha drops the cord and picks up a pair of small tongs, a packet of charcoals and a mini rack for the coal to sit on.
Britney grabs a hose while Keisha lights the hookah charcoal with a butane-lighter. Keisha holds the coal in place with the tongs and flinches a little, as a small lit charcoal cinder flies off and hits her hand. It causes a minor stinging burn, but nothing serious as Keisha continued to hold it steady. Britney inhales to get the weed to burn, and after a few puffs smoke finally comes out. Keisha turns off the lighter and joins in, by grabbing another hose and attaching it to a port in the neck of the hookah.
“Hmm…that’s nice and smooth.” Keisha says as she blows smoke out of her nose and mouth.”
“It’s not so bad.” Keisha continued.
“That’s because you aren’t holding it in long enough bitch. This shit is not cheap, so don’t be ‘half haling’ it.” Britney stated in a calm yet firm voice.
Keisha takes a big toke and holds it for about five seconds, then starts to cough and recover as she blows the rest of the smoke out.
“Oh…my…god. What the hell is this, is this shit laced?” Keisha said coughing while she shakes her head and adjusts to the strength of the hash.
“No it’s just really potent, really in demand and it aint cheap shit. I told you it was more than enough.” Britney stated as she started laughing.
Britney takes a deep inhalation and holds it in her lungs with ease. Then lets the smoke slowly flow out of her nostrils, while she reclines back in her bean bag chair, and starts to chuckle as she stares at Keisha with a patronizing look.
“Fuck you bitch.” Keisha said as they both start to laugh and continue smoking in silence. That was until the drugs started taking its effect on Britney and she broke the silence.
“You know I didn’t always take feminism on at this approach. You know the whole being a sexy stern goddess among mortals shtick. At first I preferred to imitate the guys.” Britney said in a high yet aware voice as she continues to mellow out.
“Uh huh.” Keisha replied in a calm laid back voice, as if she wasn’t really paying Britney any attention, But instead was wrestling with her rapidly developing fit of strong inebriation. Then she was able to finally somewhat come to her senses and responded appropriately. “Whoa, you were a butch? Keisha asked.
“Yeah.” Britney replied in the same mellowed tone.
Keisha sits up and stares at Britney, who was reclining on a body pillow with her legs crossed, bobbing her foot as she gazed at the ceiling still wearing her ‘May-Dand’ sunglasses.
“Well would you mind filling me in on the story of your past life, to brighten up my intense oncoming high?” Keisha asked.
“Hmm…” Britney pauses as she ponders on her decision. “Eh fuck it, sure why not.” Britney replied as she changes her position to lying on her side facing Keisha.”
As a matter of fact, you can record my words to inspire some up and coming suffragette, for lack of a better term.” Britney said as she giggles because only she would be so bold as to shoehorn and redefine that term to fit her interests.
Keisha looks at Britney, trying to figure out whether she was serious with her request, or just suffering from the mind altering effects of the hash.
“Yes Keisha I’m serious go get your phone so you can record my words and reflections. I want to hear myself when I’m sober.”
Britney stated, enabling Keisha to oblige her. She slowly gets up to her feet and grabs her phone, which was charging at an outlet across the room. She moved the charger and phone to the outlet next to Britney and reclines next to her. She plugs in the charger and engaged her audio recording app, that she uses in class from time to time.
Britney takes a drag from the hookah and begins recounting memories the best she could during her makeshift memoirs session.
“Let see I’ll go back to high school, not too far from when I first met Simon. Because anything earlier than that is a bit fuzzy.” Britney said as she gets comfortable by lying on her stomach on top of a pillow, as she slowly paddles her legs in the air.
“I can recall me dressing up as a boy during that period of my life. Not just because I was fully gay at the time, but because of what the male clothes symbolized to me. For me it was a symbolic representation of an expression of strength. Like a crown to a king. It conveyed how I would be willing to step into the realm of taboo, and put myself in the image that I, not society saw fit.”
Keisha started nodding her head and dimming her eyes. Whether in agreement or just to try to stay focus as her high intensified as Britney continued? It was hard to tell.
“To enforce my wayward principles I took a girlfriend. Haha…well not exactly. I stole her from a local butch. Some weak, beasty, charlatan, masquerading as an alpha bitch. I chose her girl because I knew that it would give me proper leverage to establish…” Britney pauses as she starts feeling the effects of the weed and was losing her train of thought
“Uh myself.”
Britney starts to laugh from her little stumble towards the end of her speech. She laughed so hard that she actually snorted, causing Keisha to laugh just as hard. Britney tries to cover her mouth and face in embarrassment, but her laughter was making the act harder than it should’ve been.
“I got it on the record too bitch.” Keisha exclaimed as she tries to fight her high and her laughter.
“Uh-un you better edit that part out. Kiki I mean it.” Britney replied as she still tried to fight her laughter.
“Ok, ok, I will, but when you’re done. I want it in one segment because it’s a pain in the ass to edit it in bits.” Keisha said as she managed to control her laughter to a degree.
After the two girls gain their composure Britney continues with her story.
“Well I wanted to establish my name and or reputation. So I took the top bitch’s girlfriend.” Britney said sarcastically as she made air quotes with her fingers when she said ‘top bitch’.
“I got to admit though, it wasn’t that difficult. I just basically went up to her and said some shit like, ‘Hey baby’.” Britney said in a deep masculine voice towards the end of her statement, making Keisha laugh from surprise.
“You know I had to say it like that because I was talking like a dude, but. ‘Hey baby, I know you gay and I’ve been watching you for some time. Look sweety I just wanted to know if you wanted to be my girl from now on. Now I know you’re interested because I’ve seen you peeking at me from the corner of my eye from afar.” Britney really started to revert back into the character of her old personality as she continued. From her voice, to her speech, even to her hand gestures, it was like as if she put on an old pair of broken in gloves.
“And baby I find that to be cute as fuck. So tell me what’s up girl. I’m fifty times better looking than the bitch you with now, and if you keep smiling like that, I aint gonna stop coming after you until you are mine and mine alone mami. I mean that shit, you just don’t know.”
Britney abruptly breaks character and clapped her hands, followed by a loud and sharp hoot and laugh as Keisha continued to laugh out of shock. “Woo, hell yeah bitch I still got that shit on lock. Hahahaa!” Britney exclaimed.
“Oh my god, I’ve never seen that side of you before Brit.” Keisha stated in a hazy and shocked expression.
“I told you before bitch, you don’t know about me. Don’t let my size and beauty fool you.” Britney said as her and Keisha clap hands.
“Any way’s moving on. Now I got this girls interest in my grasp, but she’s giving me the run around. Until she finally looks me deep into my eyes, and falls victim to my powerful gaze of persuasion. Yessir. Now after she fell into my optical trap, she was like putty in my fingers.” Britney said as she laughs and talks in her regular voice. Keisha looks at Britney and is hit with a sudden sensation of revelation.
“Yeah, you do have those kind of eyes. Sometimes it’s hard for people just to look at your ass directly. Even for me, and I don’t have a lesbian bone in my body.” Keisha replied.
“Oh you don’t do you?” Britney replies in a jestful voice as she takes off her glasses and puts down her hookah hose. Crawling towards Keisha and starting to tickle her feet, while trying to lock eyes with her.
“STOP!” Keisha shouts in a playful manner as she starts to kick at Britney’s hands.
“Look at me.” Britney says in a soft seductive voice as she moves from her feet and makes her way upward.
“Quit it gay-gay.” Keisha said as she now tries to fight her laughter, high and Britney’s advances.
Keisha turns her head away from Britney. Britney then starts caressing Keisha and rises up to eye level with her, trying to get Keisha to look her in the eyes. She coils around her, tickles Keisha’s belly and wait for her to give in. Finally, she looks at Britney to push her off, but is instantly locked into a trancelike state by Britney’s striking, enchanting and mysterious eyes. Britney slowly inches closer to Keisha’s face, she opens her mouth and protrudes her lips just so slightly, in preparation to give Keisha a kiss. Keisha is in a surreal state, similar to that of a deer caught in a cars headlight. She whispers “No.” As if helpless to do anything else as Britney gets closer and closer, until Britney abruptly pulls back and smiles at her friend while giving out a condescending laugh.
“I think you might have a small curiosity bone you may want to extract.” Britney said as she gets off of Keisha and giggles as she returns to her original place.
Keisha regains her senses and replies in a tone of annoyance and frustration.
“Damn it Britney! That was just straight hypnotic. Don’t do that shit again.” Keisha replied angrily. Although due to her being high, her voice couldn’t properly convey how angry she was or wanted to be.
“Whatever you say Kiki, but I really wanted you to know where I was coming from. And how persuasive I can be.” Britney said as she softly brushes her foot against Keisha’s legs, as she falls back on her bean bag.
Keisha kicks her leg away showing how much she was pissed off. Britney puts back on her reflector shades as she chuckles and continues on with her story.
“Anyways with that situation behind us, my plan was coming together ‘faabulously’. It wasn’t too long before my new girlfriends Ex found out. And then she’d started coming out looking for me. So she confronts me in the school library. Then tells me how she was going to beat the shit out of me, and what not, blah blah blah, etcetera, etcetera. Talkin up a lot of unimportant, unintelligible, unintimidating hot-air horseshit. I got tired of listening to her, so I told her to name the time and place. She did, and my God it was in some field between two cul-de-sacs and an algae layered canal. Oh and keep in mind that this girl is twice my size and about 50 time’s as unattractive as me. In case I didn’t point that out earlier, so she had nothing to lose. That was her first mistake, she was desperate and not thinking straight, her second mistake as arrogant, corny and cliché as this is going to sound…was getting in a fight with me.”
Britney pauses and looks at Keisha, who had her jaw dropped with a squinty eyed expression. The two then start to laugh.
“You right, that sounded corny as hell Bribri.” Keisha replied.
“Okay okay, cut that part out too, but like I was saying. Now she thought she had the upper hand in size and took the situation at face value. She probably thought that all she had to do was sit on me and this fight would be over and done with, before she could break a sweat. But she didn’t know that I wasn’t your average female for one. Two, my mother made sure her ‘little angel’ knew how to defend herself with martial arts classes, so I know how to fight. And three, she had no idea how ugly this fight was about to get.”
Britney pauses to take a toke from the hookah. She held the smoke in for a quick second and then let it out making rings of smoke. She and Keisha then proceeded to finger the rings before they dissipated into the air.
“So when this heifer and I squared up she tried to bull rush me, so I spun out of the fat cow’s way as gracefully as a matador. Thanks to a childhood of ballet and dancing classes. And even though it was out of character, I curtsied when she fell flat on her face, ha! You should have heard the crowd laugh. Now the bull was enraged and rushed me again. Talk about not having an adaptable ability to learn from your mistakes, right. Now it was looking like a Spanish bull fight. So I dodge her again but this time I gave her a rabbit punch to the back of the head and-”
Britney was cut off by Keisha’s curious interruption.
“What’s a rabbit punch?” Keisha asked interrupting Britney.
Britney looked at Keisha with a scolding expression because she interrupted her on the best part.
“It’s a punch to the back of the head. Now I rabbit punched this girl, and I kid you not, she was out cold. Laid out on the ground in utter defeat. Game over, I won and I was pissed off more than I was disappointed. Because it ended way too quickly. But I took her girl as war spoils and thus established my reputation.”
Britney takes a drag from her hose, holds the smoke in her lungs for about ten seconds and exhales it out of her nose, taking a deep breath of air afterwards. Keisha took a light hit because she wasn’t trying to get any higher than she already was.
“The butch still from time to time tried to approach me and demanded a rematch but I never wasted my time with her. She lost the fight and just needed to learn how to deal with it. I even told my girl not to even hang around or talk to her ex anymore. But lo and behold three months later I get a picture message in my phone from some number not listed in my contacts. Depicting my girl with her ex hugged up together as she kissed her neck.”
“Now I thought it was an old picture the butch whore was using to try to start some shit. But I noticed that they were standing behind a movie billboard that said ‘now playing’, with a movie that just came out the week before. Now I’m fucking pissed. I called the number back and of course it’s the bitch. I tell her I accept her rematch, and I’ll be the bigger woman and let her choose the venue again.”
“What?!” Keisha exclaimed in confusion.
“Hush.” Britney replied sharply and quickly continued.
“The match was set. But with me not being a dumb ass, I suspected a jump session. So I brought my mom’s Taser, just in case.”
“Oh.” Keisha noted as Britney gives her a stern look for cutting her off.
“Sorry…continue.” Keisha replied.
“Now I meet the girl again, and to no surprise I whipped her ass, until she was bloody and swollen faced. I was in such a rage that I don’t remember how the fight transpired. After the fight, it turned out that my instincts were correct. She gave the signal all bloodied and bruised then three other bitches came out of hiding and rushed me. No problem, I pulled out my mommies Taser and electrocuted the first hoe to reach me and held it on her. While the other two looked at me and backed off. I let go of the button to relieve the girl of her torment because she was pissing herself, and I swear but couldn’t confirm that I started to smell shit ha-ha. Then just for kicks I zapped the defeated bull dyke too, for trying to jump me, and to discourage any future acts of aggression and retaliation from her.”
Britney stands up and readjusts herself on the bean bag. She signals Keisha to cover the mic on her phone as she starts to cough and clear her throat.
“Are you good?” Keisha asks.
“We’re good.” Britney replied while giving Keisha the thumbs up signal.
“The next day I broke up with my girl, which was kind of awkward afterwards. Because we had like four classes together. So I switch classrooms in three out of four of my classes, and stayed in one which was our history honors class, because I wanted to rub it in as a final fuck you. I was contemplating how to get back at her. Maybe I could hit on this other gay girl in the class that sat next to Simon at the time-”
“Wait Simon, Simon your boyfriend? You knew Simon in high school? Sorry for interrupting.” Keisha asked.
“Yes we became high school sweethearts but I’m not there yet. Anyway I sat behind Simon to get closer to this girl. Initially I needed a catalyst to get this girls attention, because I think she was in a relationship already. So what I was going to do was get Simon mad by pulling his hair, and disrespect him in some way when he’d turn around to confront me. But I didn’t even know who he was at the time. And oddly enough since I was intent on provoking feelings of jealousy with my ex I didn’t care. The way I saw it I was used to and could handle fighting boys. I did it all the time when I was doing Jujitsu. And if that’s what it leads to then so be it. Now I was prepared to go through all of this, just to get this girl interested and make my ex jealous as hell! Damn talk about being young and dumb, man.” Britney starts to laugh and takes another hit from the hookah hose, holding in the smoke, and letting out smoke rings. Once again the girls start fingering the rings before they dissolved.
“Whoa, girl was you crazy or some shit? Even now Simon is twice your size and I’m pretty sure he knows how to fight as well. You told me how his daddy from the army taught him personally when he was younger-”
Keisha now gets cut off by Britney.
“I know, I know, I guess I wasn’t thinking straight. Remember I said young and dumb. So I’m glad it played out in another direction, instead of what I planned. Now where was I? Oh yeah so I didn’t know how to really approach it. So I just ‘winged it’ and got him to turn around and look at me…”
Britney pauses and stares into space motionless, as if having an out of body experience. Keisha starts to get concerned until she cracks a smile and continues to talk.
“He had his hair braided in cornrows at the time. And when the teacher left the class to do whatever. I can’t really remember what for, but it gave me a window. I saw the opportunity, so I pulled one of his cornrow tails. He then turns around quickly, trying to find out why I’m pulling his hair, and to tell me off. But something happened that I didn’t even expect. He stares me right in the eyes and stops as if distracted by them. I wasn’t even trying to hypnotize him, but I could sense he was struck, and was admiring my inner beauty, I thought? Because now keep in mind, I’m dressed and presenting myself like a straight up dude. I even had my titties wrapped down so I appeared flat chested. I’ll even admit that I liked the way he was staring at me. It, it made me feel warm and secure to an extent just from his gaze. It was almost as if my stare was reflected from his eyes and its effects were being used against me.”
Britney pauses again and starts smiling as she lies down and lets her feelings soak in.
“Then he snapped out of it, and calmly and politely told me to stop. Since he was starting to blush and hid his face, until he could get that involuntary smile off it. I was like wow, I achieved something I wasn’t even aiming for. But the funniest part of the whole situation was that the girl next to Simon that I was trying to impress. She saw that he was blushing and let out a soft laugh, and then looked at me with a smile on her face that was read as ‘I think he’s into you girl’.”
“Now I’m like, yo if that aint ironic, then I don’t know what irony is. That one mishap had flushed my battle plans right down the shitter. And for some strange reason, my confidence to talk to that girl, along with it. I had a feeling for this guy, and at the time I didn’t even know his name. Then just as I was thinking that, the teacher cracks her head back in the class. Then called him outside by name, because someone outside wanted to talk to him. Now I remember sometime later on, the teacher assigned a two-person group project on some topic that I’ve long since forgotten. She even said that our partners were non-negotiable, so now I’m thinking only two things. I do not care what she says, I refused to be grouped with my ex, and what are the odds I get grouped with the guy in front of me A.K.A ‘mi amore to be’ Simon? Against all odds the fates declared that my partner would be Simon. So after the teacher gave us our topic, I suggested that we meet at my house. And he thought about it and agreed. I gave him my address and I knew he would be blown away when he discovered my neighborhood, and even my mother.”
The girls started laughing.
“How is your mother doing by the way?” Keisha asked.
“She’s alright same ol’ same ol’ having business trips and becoming richer. Blah blah blah. Boring.” Britney replied.
“But yeah I’m home in my room, and I knew he would be there within the hour. All I could really think about was him looking at me the same way he did before. Now, if he saw something appealing in me when I was in the girl version of drag, I couldn’t help but wonder how he would react if he saw me in typical girl clothes. So I put on some boxer shorts, a tank-top and some of my favorite socks I like to wear around the house. Then my mom came in my room and asked me ‘when was I expecting my company to come over?’ I said he’ll be over in a few minutes, I just got his text. And it didn’t take too long for my mom to put together a theory. When she saw I was in my girly girl clothes and I told her a boy was coming over. All she did was look at me and smile as she slowly closed my door. I swear I heard her whisper an excited ‘yes’ with the clichéd air fist pump, while skipping down the hall acting more like a girl than me. Even though I couldn’t see it.”
Britney and Keisha laugh as Keisha becomes more fixated on the story.
“Now I’m just waiting in my room until I heard my mom yelling my name. But I didn’t respond, as I wanted her to escort my guest to my room. Then I came to the conclusion to just react off of him in a subtle manner to get more info out of him. So my mom let Simon in and gave me a wink behind his back when she closed the door. Simon laughed at the overwhelming experience. From my neighborhood, to my mom and even to my wardrobe. He was taken aback with all that he had witness. Just like I anticipated, and it was right then and there that I knew I was in control of the situation.”
“The first night of the project I flirted with him.” She said with a smile as Keisha gives her a squeal of encouragement and a soft kick with her foot.
“Uh-oh look at you, becoming a proper man-eater and shit.” Keisha replied.
“Yes, yes, but it was very little because the alpha-female in me wanted to get the project close to being done as soon as possible. And I knew Simon wasn’t an academic lightweight either, because A, he was just as determined to finish as I was. B, he was also in an honors class so that was saying at least something.”
“So how did you go about flirting with him on a subtle level?” Keisha asked.
“Now how can I describe how we flirted that night? Well it would be almost undetectable yet detectable things.”
“Explain your majesty.” Keisha jested as she bowed her head.
“Like me reaching over or behind him, letting my breast drag against his chest and back. Or he’ll get behind me while I was typing at the desk, and acted like he was reading a line. But in reality smelling my hair, rubbing up against me, and trying to undress me with his eyes. At one point I felt a bulge in his pants and he could see my erect nipples through my shirt, even though it wasn’t cold in my room, at all. Now the funny part was that we actually finished the project in that same night. But I decided that he should come over tomorrow to make corrections, because I was kind of tired, and wanted to see him again. So that was the end of that experience, I’ll even admit to masturbating a little at some point during the night because I was still worked up over it.” Britney said as she yawns and places her hand between her legs while she stretched.
“Whoa, it sounds like you were really enjoying yourself…obviously.” Keisha commented as she stared at Britney.
“Oh yeah I was wet for most of the time he was there. I was wondering if he could smell anything the whole time, while we were so close to each other. Because I was on my period at the time.”
The girls start laughing. Although Keisha was trying to stop laughing to get Britney to continue telling the story.
“Ok damn continue on Brit. It’s just now getting interesting.”
“O.K. O.K. calm down, hold your horses, cool your jets girl, smell the roses, do you want any more idioms?” Britney asked in a reserved yet vivacious voice.
“Britney!!” Keisha exclaimed.
“So the next night I decided to dress in another tank top and some baggy cargo shorts, to see if he really liked me for me, and not because I was looking more girly. He didn’t really seem to mind. I guess I’m assuming he saw me as a diamond in the rough or something like that. Now I don’t know exactly what I was thinking, but all I wanted him to do now was to just give me a solid sign. A confirmation that we had a mutual feeling of attraction for one another. But all the bastard did was make small talk, and ask me stupid questions, mainly about my sexuality. What the fuck? I know I can act like a boy but when I’m dress like a lady I want to be treated as such.” Britney paused.
Keisha gives Britney a blank stare followed by her shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
“Ok I’m bullshitting, but he was asking some stupid questions. Like ‘why don’t you dress like a girl and how long have I been gay? Just dumb. And since I was coming on to having my period I was just getting annoyed. So when he asked ‘when did I decide to be gay’, I told him ‘you know you’re showing a lot of interest in the gay culture. I know a few guys who can fill you in on all the details, if that’s what you’d like?’ As I pointed to his penis. Now I pissed him off and he called me a fucking dyke bitch and he hoped I’d go to jail and become some bitches carpet cleaner!”
Keisha gasps and gives a big dramatic “uh-uh!”
“Mmm-hmm. Yes and now I’m shocked to my core with offense, and the only thing I could think of was retaliation. So I waited until he bent down to put his books in his bag and sprung at him, putting him in a choke hold. Haha he didn’t expect me to be that strong so I had the essence of surprise on my side.”
“The plot thickens.” Keisha comments.
“I got him down to the ground, and I wasn’t going to let go until he was asleep, knocked out, unconscious. Grrrr.” Britney said as she gave a grunt of frustration from the memory.
“I can tell it was a frustrating experience.” Keisha commented.
“No, it was kind of orgasmic, having a guy like him about to succumb to my feminine strength. No Amazonian could touch me. But then he begins to recover his footing, and lifted me off the ground and throws me on my bed to recover his breath.”
“No.” Keisha replied in a dramatic disappointed voice.
“That’s how I was feeling. I was like NO I can’t lose this strategic advantage. I have to get him while he’s weak and rattled. So I quickly jumped on him, wrapped my legs around him and squeezed.”
“Ouch, and you got some strong ass legs girl.” Keisha replied.
“Hell yeah, and I wanted to squeeze the life out of him. But when I locked on to him I tried to get a few punches in on his face but he dodged my first blow, that’s when I knew he had some fighting skills. But he didn’t use them on me. I could tell he wasn’t going to hit me. The beat down was still in my advantage. Until I hesitated and he bear hugged me around my arms, and fell forward on my bed falling on top of me and placing his head next to mine.”
“I felt a surge of stimulation circulating through my body, as I felt his heart beating and his chest inhaling and rapidly exhaling. But I was holding back my feelings, for that ultimate rush of victory by submission. It was only a matter of time. He looked me in my eyes, but I was focused, anticipating anything he could throw at me. Bites, head buds, whatever, but then out of nowhere he gives me a deep mood killing kiss.”
“I instantly let him go and he lets me go, and we back up away from each other. We both stare at each other recovering, he from exhaustion and blood rush, me from getting hit with something I wasn’t prepared for at the moment. But the irony was that it was what I initially wanted. I could tell by the look in his eye that he knew I would be the deciding factor in his fate. I could either tell him to leave or I could scream and my mom would be in here with the secret police faster than you can say Jim Crow.”
“Damn girl, I could not explain that feeling of power. It was like ecstasy. To have that kind of control in my hands, mixed in with this sexual emotion. Oh God girl. The moment of time to make a solid decision was closing. So I lunged at him and returned to kissing him. Then I laid him down on top of me and wrapped my legs around him gently, even though he did flinch, thinking I was going to squeeze him again. I did it for a different reason, to pull him closer to me, as we started dry humping, grinding and rubbing on each other. Feeling, using, and exploring each other as we exhausted the hormones raging through our adrenaline filled bodies. I start rubbing my pussy and his bulge, haha. We’re freakin kissing and I’m moaning like I’ve never been touched before. He reached inside my pants and started to touch me, I was so hot and wet. My God, and with the position Simon was in, I knew he wasn’t going to make any unexpected pull outs and kill the mood.” She said before giggling while rolling slightly on the body pillows.
“Anyway we keep at it until…now here’s the romantic part. We both orgasm at the same time. I actually squirted through my underwear and cargo shorts, and his pants started sticking to mine.”
Britney starts laughing as Keisha looks at her in amazement while sucking the hookah hose.
“Well that’s pretty unprecedented, even when compared to the normal boy-girl get together.” Keisha commented.
Britney takes a deep toke, holds in the smoke and blows it out her mouth and nose.
“Last I checked to be the Alpha-Female you leave no room for the normal and mundane. You strive to establish something profound and new. I am a pioneer Keisha, and it was the perfect baptism for me to be reborn into the woman you see before you.” Britney finished leaving Keisha speechless.
“Now the funny part happened right when we were done doing the deed. He turns to me hyperventilating and tells me that he apologizes for calling me a dyke and wishing that I go to jail and becomes some bitches carpet cleaner.”
“Now that’s what’s up.” Keisha replied after finally finding the right words to speak.
“I know. That’s why I gave him an innocent peck on his cheek. Then we started going out and I began my metamorphosis into the girly-girl I am today. Come to think of it, I never apologized for insulting and questioning his sexuality though. Oh well.”
Britney’s phone receives a text. Britney opens the text and discovers that it’s from Marcus.
“Whoa, talk about timing. I gotta pee and my toilet just texted me or is it just text as oppose to texted? Whatever it doesn’t matter. Listen as I read aloud ‘Hey Britney just got back in town call me if you need anything. Smiley face.’ Hmm let me think, me and Simon are on a temporary hiatus like usual. So I guess I can go for someone to eat my ass, while I do some studying.” Britney says to Keisha as she puts her phone away and prepares to leave.
“You back to using the idioms?” Keisha asks Britney.
“Huh…Oh no girl this weed got me ‘trippin’ no. I really let him lick and tongue my ass, while I study whatever, today it’s Anatomy. And don’t ask me why but he likes it right after I visit the restroom, so.”
“Eww.” Keisha replies as Britney grabs her stuff and heads for the door.
“I know right, go figure. But don’t knock it until you try it, so get one of your sad desperate male bitches to give you a rim-job. It feels fantastic. And have some sweet condiments like jelly and syrup nearby.” Britney says as she hastens her speech.
“Will consider Brit, should I press stop on the recorder.” Keisha asks sarcastically.
“Uh-yeah I’m leaving; with your sarcastic question. You are not slick booboo.” Britney replies detecting Keisha’s obvious mockery.
“Wait are you ok to drive?” Keisha asked.
“Well if not, then my mom can either pay for the damages or the court fees. So fuck it.”
Keisha laughs and Britney smiles as she makes her exit saying “ciao”.