Shayaa said he would’ve tried to catch me if he could have, but now I feel like he let me fall on purpose.
He said he didn’t know l fell until he came out of the room and found me laying at the bottom of the stairs. This was crazy because memory loss was to be expected since I hit my head, but four days later, I still didn't remember some of the things that happened before I fell.
My doctor said I had a type of temporary amnesia and that I would be fine, but in the meantime, I had to rely on Shayaa to remind me of things. When I told him I didn’t completely remember him, or being married to him, he showed me our marriage certificate and wedding photos.
Then he reminded me of something else: That I am a sex feen that likes men and women. I definitely don't remember that.
Eleven days after the injury, most of my memory was back and I could go to work, but I still didn’t remember being bisexual. I remembered being jealous of beautiful women when Shayaa gave them compliments, but I never wanted them for myself. To that, my husband explained that I was repressed, giving in to society’s disapproval of same-gender attraction. He said I was hiding myself from their rejection.
He said my amnesia enabled me to try being “normal,” but that I had always hated normal things, and that normal just wasn’t fun. Moreover, he said he had married me because of my liberal sexual views and would feel differently about me if I changed them now.
So my amnesia had the ability to ruin my marriage if I was going play it safe all the time. I wasn’t feeling sexually free at all, but I wanted to be myself, and would try to dig up the old me in order to save my marriage.
“I invited a friend over,” Shayaa told me twelve days after the fall. We were in the bedroom getting ready to change out of our work clothes. “She’s in town for a conference. You know how every company loves to come to Atlanta to host events. Well, I met her at the food court at Underground Atlanta.”
My heart started to beat fast at the thought of them flirting over lunch, but then I remembered that Shayaa told me I wasn’t a jealous woman. But I was jealous.
“That sounds nice, baby,” I said, throwing aside the panty hose I had just taken off. “What time will she be here?”
“Around eight. After her meetings are done. And don’t worry about cooking. I took care of the food.”
“I didn’t know you were so thoughtful.”
“I guess you only remember the bad,” he said, pulling me onto the bed, and onto my back, his dark-brown skin colliding with my light brown. “Do you remember how much you love having your pussy eaten?”
“Definitely,” I said, trying to sound convincing. But I was more concerned about the girl. How was I supposed to behave? Was she coming for him, me, or us both? Am I going to be a part of his “date” or to remain unseen?
He pulled the crotch of my black panties to the side and covered my pussy lips with his thick lips, softly sucking my clit. My desire swelled as he tossed my legs open wider and moved his neck in circles like he was just warming up. He flicked my clit with his tongue, over and over again.
“Shayaa,” I moaned, as he slurped my juices and put his tongue into my pussy hole. His tongue flicked into my ass. “Yes! Lick my asshole! Lick it good!”
My shirt was restricting, and as I was unbuttoning it, the doorbell rung. I froze. My heart raced when Shayaa got up. The outline of his humongous boner showed through his pants.
He didn’t bother to wipe my pussy juices from his face. A few seconds later, I heard talking in the living room and began to put my clothes on.
“Why you putting your clothes back on?” A voice said to me from the bedroom door. The carpet had concealed the sound of her footsteps. “I know I’m early but I have a good reason for it. I wanted to invite you all to an spontaneous gathering tonight, so our other plans will have to wait.”
“But—”
“There will be food,” she said, just like that I was with it.
She invited herself in and stood beside the bed. She was dressed in a white, button-down, collared shirt similar to mine, a tan above the knee length skirt, coffee-colored stockings, and nude Louboutin heels with pointy toes. Her hair shoulder length and wavy. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my breast.
I leaned back, breaking the gaze she had drawn me into. Her eyes never left mine as she put her hand out again. “Come here.”
I scooted closer, looking at the door for Shayaa, who was MIA. She finished unbuttoning my shirt and took off my bra. Moving slowly toward me, she put her tongue in my mouth and kissed me slowly at first; then started kissing me faster like we had known each other forever.
She explored my body with her hands as we kissed, ran her hands across my shoulders and down my arms and down to my clit. I couldn’t remain uninterested. With each whirl of our tongues, I enjoyed more of her. I finally leaned in closer and pressed my body into hers.
