CHAPTER 6 THE CONVERSION

CHAPTER 6 THE CONVERSION

My life was never the same after that kiss. Things started to change; I was seeing Layla more and more often. I was putting in a lot of QT (quality time) but not reeking any of the benefits. I find out that Layla is a prude or at least making me work very hard for it. Over the next couple of months I repeatedly try to sleep with her but never get past second base. Honestly it didn’t bother me, she was so cool and fun to hang out with that time with her always seemed to just fly by. I could lay down with her for hours and get lost in her spirit. She was like a great drug I just always wanted more. Seeing her would relax me and touching her would excite me. I had never felt like this before, to me she was the perfect girl.

Even though by this point Layla and I had not had the monogamy conversation, you know the usually premature talk with your not so significant other to determine if either one of you are seeing anyone else or need to cut off any loose ends. Yeah, that talk was still to be had, but regardless I quickly cut off any girl I was hooking up with and any seeds I was planting. I was really falling for her; I don’t understand why all women don’t make guys wait like she did. I mean thank God they don’t but truth be told if I had slept with her that night on the Fourth I would not have been head over heels for this girl. It was so strange to me I just didn’t want anyone else.

Even with Luisa my mind, eyes and cock wondered sometimes but now I wouldn’t notice a hot chick right in front of me. The way I saw it, there were two types of girls in this world, there was her and then there was everyone else. Now I can’t emphasize how odd it was to truly want to and be faithful to a girl. The ultimate defining moment came when I took a little trip. I had made plans a long time ago to go visit some of my friends down in Miami. So big Sean and I head down for the weekend. The first night was a blast I saw a lot of old friends and got real wasted. There was lots of reminiscing and even more drinking. But the real test came the second night. I decided to call Luisa, we were still good friends even though she knew I was seeing someone seriously (you know S cubed) and I knew she had a boyfriend.

Though we probably shouldn’t be hanging out we still made plans to see each other that night. Before I tell any more of this story I have to go back a little. Remember when I said that Luisa almost let me have threesomes with her and other girls. Yeah, that’s right you were waiting for this part. Anyway she was always curious about girls and I sure as hell was pushing for her to fulfill her sexual desire. So I got to watch her and other girls get wild and eventually got to hook up with the two of them but I was never allowed to have sex with the girl or cum in her mouth. These were Luisa’s two main rules. If it were up to me I would have totally broken those rules but hey I was happy enough with what I was getting.

I’ve always felt that all girls are a few years and about three drinks away from becoming bi-curious. But I digress, and even if I know it’s wrong to go see Luisa I still can’t help it. Big Sean goes out with some other people he knew down there and I meet up with my old friend KP. He was a wild crazy dude that I went to high school with and convinced to move to Miami. He was always a good friend and always up to no good it was a fun combo to hang out with. KP and I head over to Luisa's condo on South Beach. We start drinking with her and her roommate. We catch up a bit; I find out that Luisa and her man are on a break right now. She is very anti-guy and has pretty much become a fulltime carpet muncher. Luisa’s roommate, who by the way is her female fling, keeps throwing out comments about Luisa’s boyfriend. He doesn’t like her hooking up with girls, he would never have a threesome with them, and he’s boring and possessive, and so on and so on.

So with a devilish half smile I say to them how crazy I think that is and remind them that even though I was a little too overprotective myself, I never cared if Luisa had a little twat action on the side. We start playing drinking games as we wait for the long process of the girls getting ready to go out. And by playing drinking games I mean getting absolutely wasted, this is when a lot of insinuating comments come out between the two girls and I. They tell me that they really want a guy to have a threesome with but it has to be somebody they both trust and the only guys they trust are gay. Well what could I do? It was almost heaven sent, right? How could I do anything but what I did and that was to agree to a verbal contract for a threesome with these two hot freakalicous young ladies later in the night. As I start to imagine in my mind the three of us living out a much kinkier version of Wild Things the movie, a strange sensation starts in my gut and works its way up my spine to my head. It was guilt, an odd feeling I was not so used to. Layla quickly pops in my head. That gorgeous vixen has cast some sort of spell on me or at least that was what it felt like. I try my best to get over it; the shots of tequila were really helping so I was slowly succeeding. But then something else happened. One of Luisa’s many gay guy friends comes by her place. He was a flamboyant but funny and cool dude I met once before. I remember I had bought some yac from him right before I moved and I also remember that it was amazing.

Well as soon as he walks in he goes straight to the table and pulls out an eight ball of fine Miami cocaine powder. As the out of town guest he offers me the first line. Or Hollywood I should say because he broke the whole ball up in 10 lines. It had been a long time since I did a bump of coke let alone a gagger like that. As I’m sitting there trying to explain to everyone how it has been a while since I’ve done any hardcore drugs I am interrupted quickly by my boy KP calling me a pussy and asking Luisa if she had any extra tampons for me. All of this was said while he was rolling up a bill and making his way to the table. After KP takes his line I take his advice and man up. I blow a huge line up my left nostril and chase it with an even bigger on up my right. As that one of a kind drip start to come up my nasal and down through my throat I start to get a little pep in my step.

Right around this time the girls were just about finished getting dressed and we head out to the club. I’m fucked up and rolling through the streets of Miami with a couple of hot chicks that want to use me as their dick in a jar. Everything is great right. Wrong. About two minutes and two drips later all I see is the one vision that’s been imprinted in my head. All I could do was think about Layla. On the way to club, at the door, at the bar even when I go to the bathroom to do more bumps all I do is think about my queen at home. I try to call her like 50 times but her phone goes straight to her answering machine, I then realize it’s like 4 in the morning and like a good girl she is asleep. Probably dreaming about me meanwhile I am in this dirty town planning dirty things and doing even dirtier drugs. I felt so bad I had to do something. So I pull Luisa aside and for some odd reason tell her that I love Layla, and I shouldn’t be here and there is no way I can have a threesome with her tonight. Luisa being the great caring person she is reacted so cool about everything. I could tell she was actually proud of me. Luisa told me to calm down. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and went on her marry way. I ended up just leaving and getting a hotel room with my boy and eventually passing out. Wow this was is it, the beginning of the conversion. I just turned down a threesome with two hot girls, are you kidding me? What could make me do such a thing, well it’s what makes men do most of the dumb things in their life: It was love.

I love Layla, holy shit I am really in love. I didn’t know how to feel it was strange I want to celebrate and cry at the same time. What I did know was that I had to get back up to Virginia and let Layla know exactly how I felt.

The next day I have my flight back to NOVA. The site of seeing Layla at the airport will forever be encoded in my thoughts. She was wearing a tight black shirt with a camouflage short skirt, her hands had a fresh French manicure and of course her pedicure matched in a sexy pair of open toe high heels. As I walk up to her she moves her big black Prada glasses off her face and BAM that right there is the mental photo I will always have of her. Any questions or doubts I had in my head were all answered in that instance. I had to tell Layla how I felt about her but we weren’t even officially a couple yet and even stranger we still had not had sex (about a dozen hand jobs but that was it). So on the ride home from the airport I didn’t tell Layla how madly in love I was with her and I definitely did not tell her about the experience with Luisa. I just told her about the beach, the clubs and some random celebrities I saw. One of which was José Canseco who was totally eye fucking me and it was freaking me out, I think that dude might be a switch hitter if you know what I mean.

Anyway Layla had to go to some family thing so she just dropped me off. Leaving me with two things to unpack, my luggage and my thoughts. The next night we made plans to go out to the Shark Bar, and as soon as I got there I start getting very wasted for two reasons. One I knew the bartender and how can you say no to free shots and two to build up enough liquid courage so I can tell this Goddess I want her to be all mine. About seven drinks later I’m ready. I pull Layla aside and start to explain to her how she is the best thing that has ever happened to me and that she is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside and that is a quality impossible to find with a girl as hot as her. I fumble around with some more lovey-dovey comments and she stops me mid conversation by kissing me, she could tell how drunk/nervous I was. Layla said she had been waiting for this talk too and that I didn’t need to say anymore.

She was always so calm and smooth it was almost as if life was a movie she had already seen and she always knew what was next. That confidence in her demeanor and tone was always soothing to my spirit. I go back to the bar and she goes back to dancing with her girlfriends. About thirty minutes and two drinks later Layla comes up to me and says “I’m ready.” Well of course I have no clue what she is talking about but Layla just looks at me a few moments later and says again “I’m ready.” It takes me a second but then the look in her eyes told me exactly what she meant. CHECK PLEASE!! I start to move at hypersonic speed to close my tab and get the hell out of there because I just realize that Layla is finally ready for something I have been ready for a long time. Sweet passionate sex. But as I'm closing up I hear Layla's phone ring and I could just feel it deep in my bones that it was bad news for me. Unfortunately I was right it was her friend Parisa on the phone and she was drunk somewhere and desperately needs a ride. Layla was sober and obviously a good friend because she told her she would be right there. This sucked because Parisa was far away and Layla had already told me that she couldn’t stay the night out tonight. She kissed me and said that she would make it up to me next time we saw each other and then she left. At first I was very upset but the fact that she was such a faithful friend to her girl was a good quality and I admired that about her. Besides I had waited this long another day or two wouldn’t kill me. The main agenda has been completed, I told her how I felt and she did the same. Now I was in a serious relationship with the girl I love.


CHAPTER 7 THE GODDESS OF LOVE ENTERS MY LIFE