While you may have known love as woman for years, you know inside that the romance is missing and the love you felt is no more until after many years you happen upon the perfect person for you. Sharing love is more important than sharing fluids and when it happens you will sacrifice greatly to acquire what you always wanted, that is what this story is about.
Susan was big, a huge woman, 6’4” 220 pounds, 44-D-34-42. Black curls hung down her back and across her face hiding her deep brown eyes and high cheek bones. She looked more like her Amazon heritage than any woman should. What’s more is that she was 19. She moved in next to me a few years ago and it was only when I was vulnerable that things began between us.
I had been married to Derrick for 12 years, since high school. We were both turning 30 and no children and his career had always come first. He was flying off on one of his bi-monthly sales calls and I was alone that early May morning. Susan lived with her mom who believe it or not was a small woman my size. She had been friends with us before things happened, but it was a warm morning that it all changed.
I had gone out to work in my flower garden, my hobby, wearing my normal tank top and shorts. It wasn’t quite 9:00 am and it was already seventy degrees. By the time 11 rolled around I was covered in top soil, peat moss and sweat. My red hair pinned back with an old bandanna and my reddening skin beginning to show along the normal tan lines when she walked over to the fence and said hello. I stopped, well actually I quit for the morning as I was worn out and walked over taking my gloves off and started to chat normally as we had so many times before.
It was brief and nothing special until I said goodbye, and Susan replied, “Oh dear Tonya, you are burned. Do you have Aloe for that, or it’s going to sting tonight.”
I looked at my shoulder and sort shrugged it off and then said, “No but I have cold cream I can use.”
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