SHE

　The depth of her eyes told me a story; one that made me empathizes and yearn to love her. She was a sassy young thing with insecurities. But I was willing to give her strength and confidence. She had soft lips, dark deep brown eyes and a body of a goddess. Her name was unknown to me but I saw her around.

I am not a big fan of gossip yet the story being told is she lives life of torture and grief. Going out often was not on her agenda. I wanted to free her from this pain. Let all of her emotions out and in the open. Then, will I be able to let her see how much I could love her. I was willing open her heart, mind and sexuality with my sincerity to love her for whom she is.

She sat across from me at the local diner wearing a short beige summer dress. The dress looked aged and dingy. It was as if it belonged to her mother in her youth. Over it, she had a baby pink knitted sweater that seem fairly new. She was sweet, innocent and the sent of her perfume was soft from the morning shower. As she read her newspaper, I could not help myself admire her legs. They were long, soft and dark from the suns kiss. From the bottom of her feet to the inner of her thigh, I would gently trace my fingers to entice her. The thoughts kept running through my mind and I started day dreaming about what I could do to her.

Suddenly, I was shaken out of my desire for lust by the one I admired. I was caught. Trapped nowhere to go, run or hide to. There she stood above me looking at me with me a quizzical look on her face.

"Do you see something that interests you or do I have a stain on my clothing?" is the way she addressed me.

I simply replied, "Yes, you are of my interest. Some what mysterious and it seems as though you lack confidence as well as character." I simply wanted to help her.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You are ignorant to address me in such a manner. For one, you don't even know me" she replied.

I knew she would of responded aggressively but i thought her defense would of consisted of little or weak vocabulary. Surprisingly, her vocabulary was fare.

I could feel my heart pace faster then any tribal drum during a ritual. So I took a deep breath and I offered an opportunity of a lifetime.

"How about I help you?" I paused and looked at her with cockiness.

"Why do you think I need any help at all? And in what way do you think you help do so?" she questioned me.

"What if I could help you look into your soul and help you become the brilliant star you yearn to be?"

"And what makes you think I'm not a star right now?"

"Right now you have the moon blocking you but I can see your shining bright behind it. I want to help you get in front that moon."

Simply she was still naïve and willing to gain some type of character, she then submitted. I then invited her to sit down and convers about the simple things in life in order to get away from all the tension. The articles in the newspapers, the weather and where she grew up were all incorporated into our little conversation where I happened to look less interested in anything she had to say. But I had to make it seems as though I was not sexually attracted to her. So I invited her back to my studio when I realized she was opening up more.

I gestured for us to leave and I paid the tab on the way out. She walked nervously with her head down and her knees hitting each other every couple of steps. On the way to the apartment, I mentionedto her,
"Walking with confidence, even if there is lack of it, is key."

Three blocks to the left of the café stood my apartment bare with little furniture. I had moved into town about three months prior to me noticing this young lady. My aprtment was bare. Few pieces of furniture and hundreds of candles in order to keep cost low. I aquired some pieces from those in the building who were receiving new furniture. The bed was handed down to me by my grandfather along with some dressors. The only new pieces belonged to the kitchen and dining room. I was a struggling atrist and part time personality coach for actors. To keep myself busy I would usually people watch at the diner, Local Park and from my window.

We stepped inside and I asked to take her sweater but she refused. She looked puzzled but I ignored her and asked did she want a glass of wine? She insisted on the count of calming her nerves down because they were bad.

I questioned her indirectly about her personality, education, and sexuality. Her expression was of astonishment yet she answered shyly, remembering I was there to help her. As I gathered my facts, I concluded her wants and needs. I asked her to test herself. She then proceeded to throw back the glass of wine along with two more and asked, "How am I supposed to do that?" She was open to more questions so I told her to test her insecurities and see how comfortable she is in her own skin. Again, for some reason or another she agreed.

I placed my hand out, palm faced up as she put her hand within my own and led her into another world. Without being openly nosy about who she was I asked simple questions that led to bugger answers then she was giving. With ever question she became more comfortable in who she was and with me.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. Everyday, she would open herself to me with every new exercise I planned. Trust activities to simple childish games as charades we would let all of our secrets unfold. It has been three months and I feel like we have grown together as well as apart.

Alone, she is now vibrant and as outgoing as any one would want to be considering where she came from. She walks with her head high and her hair flowing in the wind. Usually though her hair is pulled back in a bun due to the hot weather. Instead of lifeless pieces of fabric, she is wearing clothes that show off her delicate curves and beautiful skin.

What was just a simple attraction has developed greatly. After spending day after day with her, I became too comfortable with her around me. Suddenly, it was different when she was not around. I could not hold my composure and nor could I sleep. When she was at work, I did not know how to function. What once could be a single person activity I tended to make a group thing. I had to let her know how I felt.

It was quarter to nine when I decided to get the apartment ready for her. The apartment is never that much of a hassle to pick up after in the first place. There was a wrinkled black and red pinned striped collared shirt on the couch. Along with that, some boxers and the Dockers I had took off earlier. On the bed, there were some of her clothes from the night before when she slept over. I laugh out loud thinking about how drunk we got last night.

Which then lead me to worry about the cooking and setting the mood? So I had about five minutes to run to the store down the street and come back in order to make dinner on time for her to walk through the door.

"Do you need help finding everything for dinner?" the service clerk asked while I ran down the can food aisle in order to get to the seafood court.

"No I'm good, I have everything in the back ready to go. I just have to pay for everything", I screamed to him while pulling my money out of my back pocket. When I reached the back Ryan had everything ready for me to go in a paper bag rapped in a plastic bag and told me where everything was and how long to cook it. Then he gave me the total and I threw him $40 and ran out the door. As I ran around the corner, I almost fell on a broken jar of pickle juice a five year old had broken. That is one thing I did not like about this town, none of the parent cared whether or not their children were behaved or not.

Back at the apartment, I already had the water boiling for the Tortellinis. On the counter was lettuce, cucumber, carrots and tomatoes for the salad. In the oven, I had marinated lobster and shrimp surrounded by vegetables. Oh, you could smell the scents throughout the building and I could hear the moans and murmurs of the neighbors wishing they were having a meal like this. While I waited for the dinner to finish, I set the table. The table was round and in the center was black and red candles of all shapes and sizes arranged in different orders. On the left was the bucket, inside laid to bottles of Armosa surrounded by ice. The place mats were black with a tint of gold around the edges, which matched the red roses sprayed with gold on them that were placed strategically throughout the apartment.

It was a long day at work and I could tell from the way she dragged her feet down the hall. She was not expecting much for a Thursday night, just another one of our revealing sessions of truth or self-expression. Indeed, it would be but then again not the way she thought about it. The candles lit and the food placed on the table was as perfect as she was. Her expression was priceless. She could not stop blushing and she nearly dropped everything to the floor to show her appreciation. She never came close to touching me not even in three months. We simply never made the gesture to do so. And with her history, of being raped and molested by different men in and out of her family, I never wanted to give her a reason not to get close to me.

We ate in the candle lit apartment and talked about her day and about starting new beginnings with each other. She was so happy. Yet, I told her I have something extremely important to show her. This thing could decide our fate together and whether or not she wanted to accept it was on her. And her decision would not offend me in anyway. She simply made a smirk and said, "I trust you and I would never judge you ". So after dinner I took her hand and led her to the bed.

Again, you could see the rose peddles on the floor and all over the bed. I sat her down and got on my knee. She gasped, I could see the tension in her eyes, but I simply reached for her feet to slide her work shoes off. From there I rubbed her inner soul and unleashed my feelings with ever movement I made.

"From the moment I seen you I was attracted to you" I switched from one leg to another "I knew there was more to you then what people said".

I leaned forward my hand went further up her calves. "You are truly amazing and you have transformed into a butterfly and I caught you and I don't want to let you go".

I looked into her eyes to see if she would reject me and everything that I was saying, but she gestured for me to continue. I could have taken a whole other direction but I decided to get intimate with her. I directed her to lie back while I proceeded to release her clothing from her body.

I could tell she was willing to let me go further yet I always made sure she was comfortable. She was an open book to by now. At this point, I knew every facial expression and what exactly it meant when it was made. For the next two hours, we spent in silence and we danced to the sound of moans and pleasure.

Free from her clothes I took a moment and stepped back to admire her. The shape of her thighs were perfect, her hips just right and her breast were perky. Her hair was out of the bun and lay across the bed now, what I site to see her laying there as if she was still a virgin. Either way, I was planning on making special as if it was her first time.

I proceeded; I took my time and graced her body with both of my hands caressing each part of her body. I started from her lips. The moment our lips embraced and our tongues wrestled I could feel our heart beats racing faster then a bullet. As we kissed passionately, I traveled from the valley to the mountains and decided to engulf life's simple pleasure of a women's body. Her breast fit perfectly in my hand and her nipples stood hard like a pebble. As I seduced her body with my tongue, I could feel her hands grabbing for me but I pulled them back for her to wait. It only drove her wild for me to do such a thing as I continued. My lips moved across the vast lands of mountains to the plains of her navel. There is where I tickled the most sensitive part of her body with my hair. I could hear her moans growing louder and more in tune with mines. My body moved slowly inching down kissing every part of her body.

When the candle was dim enough where I could still see the pleasure written over her face I made my move to give her pleasure every women should endure. I stood on my knees between her legs with my hands placed around her waist. Slowly I traced my fingertips from the out side of her soft curvy hip and between her thighs. I forced her legs open attentively and outlined her love. I traveled to the waterfalls hidden between the walls of love and played like a child for hours. I indulged her clitoris and swallowed her love. At the very moment I could feel her body tense and her hands reaching out to grab for something I slowly let go.

The candles around the room slowly dye out as the night goes on and the apartment fills with passion. As she relaxes I turn my back towards her and begin to take my clothes off. On the floor I leave my shoes pants and collard shirt leavin on nothing besides the boxers and undershirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed I turn my head over my shoulder to look at her. My body is shaking and I can feel the pulse of my nerves. Yet she smiles with inpatients and gestures for me to come lay next to her. I turn around I put my hands over her lips to hid her expression on her face that I was scared to see. Yet she had no fatal expression, no disgusted look or one of confusion. She took my close off of me and begins to run her fingers across my body the way I did to her stopping at my breast. She began to run her fingers along my nipple enticing me in a way I thought she would reject me. Instead she embraced new experiences and loved me the way I loved her. She began kissing me all over and stopping at my navel teasing me with her soft lips.

I couldn't control it anymore, my dying love for her; I gently flipped her over and positioned her. From that moment we became one. Though different for her and just another way to show my love to her she never ejected me. As we caressed each other, kissed each other and looked into each other's eyes. Passion rose and our love escalated as two clitoris' ran back and forth against each other in heat. At the heat of the moment all excited would not fall we both climaxed into each other's arms.

At the end of it all, I shall admit I was the one with the insecurities. When you love someone for whom they are and when they encourage you to be who you are nothing can get in the way. We love each other to this very day. And nothing or no one can stop us from making each other complete. She is my love and I am hers.