It's funny how things so simple as a calm storm can bring such peace to someone. Everything in life that has bothered you up to that moment disappear for a while and you are left with utter contentment and satisfaction with everything all at once. No matter what it is that stresses you out, the things in life we love the most can always make them better, at least for a little while.
When I was kid, I used to sit on the porch with my mom and watch thunder storms. I would sit on her lap, and when the lighting would strike, we'd pretend to get really scared and cuddle up to each other real tight. I miss the way my mom would hold me. I miss having her arms around me, making me feel so safe. I thought she would always be there to protect me from all the bad things in life. I still remember that day, November 4th 2000, when she told me she wants nothing to do with me. Her and my dad let me live in the house for a couple months until I was able to find somewhere else to go. I was 18 and still in high-school when I moved out on my own.
The first person I ever lived with was my third girlfriend. My first was actually one of my closest friends, but we decided we didn't want to ruin the friendship and ended it after dating for close to six months. We still fooled around from time to time, but that was it. My second girlfriend was the one I told my parents about. We were dating for over a year when I told my parents. She broke up with me right after I came out because my parents told her parents we were dating. She said she had made a mistake and was just confused when we were together. Her parents forgave her when she started dating boys again. I knew she was doing it just to please them. A year later she had another girlfriend.
I met my third girlfriend a couple months after I told my parents. Actually, it was New Years Eve, 2000. I was at a party that one of my friends was throwing. Her name was Allison and she went to a different school and had graduated 2 years before, but lived in the same city as us. I had never met her up until that day. She was gorgeous. I saw her from across the room. I remember exactly what she looked like that night. She had knee high boots, a very short black skirt, with a red halter top. Her hair was blond and came down to the middle of her back. She had it pulled into a pony tail that night. I remember making eye contact with her. In that moment we knew we were attracted to each other. I gathered the courage to approach her and talk to her. She had taken ecstasy that night and gave me some. We ended up making out and having sex well into the new year.
A week later, I moved in to her apartment. Things were good with her, but something was off. I had a deep suspicion that she was seeing a bunch of other girls. I was right too. A couple months after living there, she actually brought one home. I was sitting in the living room and they just marched in the front door, right past me, and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them, without even saying a word or looking at me. I had a job as an assistant receptionist at a small dentists office, so I started saving my money, and 7 months later, I moved out on my own. I found a house in foreclosure and bought it.I barely made it by for over 2 years on the pay from the dentists office, and a second job I ended up getting serving shots at a strip club. I was barely 21 and walking around topless all night for not that good of money, plus I was going to school for my nursing degree. I had to quit after one year. All my money went to school and rent. For 2 years I couldn't do anything nice for myself, and I barely ever went out on the weekends or at night.
Eventually my best friend moved in with me to help make ends meet. She was working for an advertising agency, doing real basic paper work and filing forms and what-not. Thats how I got in. She put in a good word, and the owner hired me on the spot. It's a really small company, but it was a great job. Much better than showing my tits all day then taking appointments for a dentist. I've been working at the agency since around 2002 - 2003. I received a promotion in 2005 to secretary of the "talent agent," which is basically a fancy title for the guy who deals directly with the artists and designers, and is in charge of our in-house designers.
From 2004 to 2006, I dated a girl named Tina. Her real name was Kristina, but we all called her Tina. She was great, but she was bi-sexual. She told me from the beginning that she still wanted to sleep with guys, but she wouldn't be dating them or anything, and that she would only be my girlfriend, no one else's. I was cool with that...for a while. Close to the end, I was doing threesomes with her and her boy-toys. I hated it and had to end it with her. From November of 2006 to April 2008, I didn't have a single steady girlfriend. Just hook-ups here and there. It was such a lonely life. My friend moved out in 2005 after she got married to some guy. I haven't seen her since. He moved her out of state so he didn't have to deal with her family. He thought he was rescuing her. It was okay, though. With my new job at the agency, I had plenty of money for everything I need, plus some extra to do nice things for myself, like go to the bar and meet the love of my life...
In April, I met Taylor. At first, I had no idea she was in to girls. I met her at a bar near my house. She was working guys left and right for free drinks. The actual bar was a giant circle in the middle of the building. I sat on one side watching her on the other. Eventually she noticed that I was watching her and started giving me real devious, seductive glances. I returned bashful smiles back to her, thinking nothing of it. A little while later, she came over to me and bought me a drink. We talked until last call, then went back to my place. That night was the best night of my life.
April 18th, 2008.
I'll never forget that night with Taylor. She lied me on my belly in my bed, both of us completely naked, and she massaged every inch of my body for close to an hour. I tried to stop her and return the favor somehow, but she wouldn't have any of that. She said, "I could tell you were tense in the bar. The only thing that matters right now is that you feel good, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen." She did. All night.
We've been in bliss together ever since. I couldn't ask for a better person in my life. I can tell she is for real about us too. She doesn't want to rush anything. She wants to make sure me and her are absolutely ready for whatever it is we want to take on together. Like moving in together, for example. She doesn't want to just jump in to it. She's making sure we can afford it together by going through what we make and planning out how we will pay our rent for months, almost a year, in advance. She's slowly easing in to spending more time over here with me, to make sure we get along after being with each other for long periods of time. She's even out looking for new, cheaper apartments, since a house is a lot more expensive.
I have no idea how all this ended up coming out. I guess that's what happens during thunderstorms, when you start thinking about the past. Oh well, now you'll all know me a little better.
<3 Sarah <3
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