CHAPTER 7 THE GODDESS OF LOVE ENTERS MY LIFE

CHAPTER 7 THE GODDESS OF LOVE ENTERS MY LIFE

I spend the next two days thinking about how much I like this girl and masturbating to different sexual scenarios we could have had that night. Finally we make plans for her to come over and watch a movie and honestly during that movie I might as well have been looking at a blank screen because not once did I stop thinking about what was hopefully going to happen. I didn’t make a move during the flick because I’m trying to play it cool with her and I definitely don’t want to ruin anything by seeming desperate. To tell you the truth I think she may have been testing me in some sort of way because even though we were cuddling and all that good stuff during movie she never made a move past PG-13. Maybe she wanted to see how long I would wait or if I would remind her of what she said a couple of nights ago. I’m still not sure what she was thinking but what I do know is right after that movie finished she jumped right on top of me and we started going at it. She then gets up and leads me by the hand straight to my bedroom. The next three hours may have been the best three hours of my life. Often the first time two people sleep together things are very awkward. The two sides are still trying to feel each other out while still going hard at it; it’s kind of like the first quarter of a professional football game. But not this time, everything felt so right. We seemed to know exactly what the other wanted. There were no awkward moments. Just pure, raw, unfiltered sex except with a strange twist there was actually feeling behind it all. Imagine that, sex connected with emotion.

I hadn’t had that sensation in a while and even then it was nothing close to this. We went at it for a long time; the only break we took was to smoke a blunt, our newly demoted second favorite thing to do together. By the end of the night my cock was completely sore and my last few rounds of jizz looked like tiny drops of watered down cheap canned chicken soup. The point is that the sex was even better than the hundreds of times I had imagined it. From then on I was completely love struck. It’s like I was addicted to this girl and it seemed that she was just as much into me. I start to hang out with Layla any and every chance I get. There doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day for us to get in all the rabbit fucking we need. Just thinking about her would get me raised to at least half staff. I was having the best sex of my life and it was actually with my girlfriend. That’s the beauty of it all, before and after sex I enjoyed just hanging out with her.

It was so completely different then getting laid by some gutter slut and the desperately trying to get the hell away. The more I learned about Layla the more interested I became. I start to read some of her poetry that was just so crazy it was genius; I even fell in love with her room at her parents’ house. The room was painted all over with the most random shit on her walls. Everything in there was a beautiful extension of Layla; her hand drawn portrait of Jim Morrison was only surpassed by some wild painting on the corner of the wall made only with blue and black paint and Layla’s amazing breasts. The thing that was really intriguing me about Layla was her way of thinking, her perception of life was so unique. She could find amazing beauty in things I never even noticed. Slowly my eyes were seeing her world.

I try things I’ve never tried before like meditating and even Pilates, both of which I must say are amazing. The two of us could just sit around for hours just smoking pot and discussing crazy out of our mind ideas. That’s what I was realizing about Layla she was a little crazy and it was the most arousing thing I have ever noticed in a woman. Our relationship was becoming much deeper than just amazing sex, and the great thing was that the sex was getting even better. I wasn’t getting bored after a few months like I had with every other girl since Luisa. It was a positive double whammy the more I got to know her the more I liked her. The more I liked her the better the sex was. Things were truly great. One picture or idea I’ve always carried in my mind is that of a Goddess of love, she is an all knowing omnipotent creature that works in mysterious ways but eventually will bless everyone with the chance to be with the one they love. Why a Goddess u might ask or even better why not just cupid well I don’t know this is just what I’ve always envisioned besides its my mind and ill think what I want.

Anyway the Goddess of love has entered my life, through her crazy ways she has blessed me and I couldn’t be more thankful for it. I can feel the two of us start to hit that next level of the relationship, we even meet each other’s parents. Well she meets mine and I meet her mom, there was no way I could meet Layla’s dad he was a strict Muslim and not ready to accept that American style dating our generation was used to. Also from the pictures I had seen he was a big intimidating looking dude so I was in no rush myself. Layla started staying at my place more and more often. I barely ever go out without her, my partying has seemed to completely diminish. Other than the pot I smoke with her I cut out all drugs. There was no need to, I mean cocaine is a sexy bitch but my girl was sexier and even more addicting. Now I'm exploring unmarked territory, I’ve never been this serious with anyone. But I was not worried, I never thought twice about being with her. The uneasy feeling of monogamy that has plagued my short adult life was nowhere to be found.

Ok so let’s reflect a little. Layla and I have been together for about a year and a half now things just couldn’t be any better with us. My life on the other hand was still a mess. I was making good money bartending and serving and a nice little local Italian restaurant but I was at a stalemate about what I wanted to do with my future. Besides I was so caught up in this romance comedy movie of the year relationship that I was not focused on anything else. As far as Layla, she was two years younger than me so she was still doing her college thing. I never was actually sure what she was studying because it seemed that she was changing schools or majors just about every semester. There was community college then she transferred to the local university then back to community college, and then there was massage therapy school. I could go on and on but I think I’ve made my point.

See this wasn’t just her it was almost all super hot young girl, especially ones with money, they never know what they want because the whole world is laid out on a platter for them. Imagine if you or I had that power; let’s say you could have anything in the world you wanted. Well right off the bat you have something in mind and you pick that thing and cherish forever. But think about if you could always have everything you wanted then that thing you picked whatever it is would eventually lose its lackluster and glory. Because eventually you would get bored and move on the next thing which is conveniently always waiting for you. This is how our world works for a beautiful young lady that knows her worth; the next thing is always there with open arms. This is why hot chicks are always changing their jobs. Layla was no exception to this rule she was always trying the next thing. Luckily she did not have this mentality when it came to men... Or so I thought. One exception Layla did carry was that she never cared about money, she was never into fancy dinners or jewelry or anything like that. She came from a very wealthy family but never acted like it. So there you have it, that was the two of us back then we were just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl and we found comfort in swimming together.

Now we are on our second summer together and having the time of our lives. The only thing left was to figure out what to do with those lives; we had to start focusing on the future. Layla had applied to a school in North Carolina and finally got in, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go but I encouraged to her to at least try it out for a semester. I was madly in love with her and did not want to see her leave but once again who was I to stand in her way. And this time it was different her school was about a five hour drive from me so I could go down and see her whenever I wanted. What’s the worst that could happen in 5 months right? So she decides to go to school in N.C starting in the fall. As for me the Italian restaurant offered me a managing job. I was hesitant at first but then I figured this was a good time for me to get my shit together and first step to doing that is a nice steady paycheck as appose to quick cash that seemed to always burn a hole in my pocket. The end of that summer was one of the best periods of my life. I wish I could of just paused everything and stayed in that moment. But unfortunately life does not come with a Tivo and summer like a good book always seems to end too early.


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