Dear Universe::I feel Good

DU.I feel good1DU.I feel good2DU.I fell good3

Mya always has a post-flight shower to get the stench of travel off of her. This time it lasted twice as long as she reminisced about her date a few hours prior that ended with fantastic sex in CJ’s bed. Naturally, her first action fresh out of the shower is to check her cell phone. She didn’t see any missed calls so she fights her urge to call and wake CJ.
“You missed a call from CJ,” Sam says as she casually and arrogantly strolls through the bedroom.
“What,” Mya responds angrily. “You answered my phone?”
Sam only gives a dismissive node followed by a smirk as she enters the bedroom closet. Mya checks her call log.
“Shit. I can’t believe you. After everything…I thought we were…”
“You can’t believe I answered the phone that I bought you, girl. Thought it was mine. Remember we got matching phones.” Sam responds in a matter-of-fact way.
“What are you talking about?” Mya pulls Sam out of the closet by the arm. “What did she say? What did you say”
“I just told her that you wasn’t available. Told her you’d call back.”
“Uh huh,” Mya shoots daggers at Sam. “What else?”
Sam shuffles, “what you mean, ‘what else‘?”
“Samantha Andrea Davis tell me everything,” Mya tightens her grip and grates her teeth in frustration. “”
“Alright girl, chill, I said I was your girlfriend.” Sam responds meekly.
“What,” Mya releases Sam, “is wrong with you?” She sits on the edge of the bed and puts her head in her hands.
“I mean, technically,” Sam regains her arrogance, “we still living together, so…”
“Are you for real right now, Sam? You pull this stunt after I let you stay here. What the hell is wrong with you?” She stands and looks at her phone again. “I’ve got to call her back and fix this. You get out.”
“If ol girl really like you and shit my stunt won’t matter, will it?” Sam retorts.
“Get all of your things and get your fat ass out.” Mya says calmly. She has wasted way too much time and energy already on Sam, her ex-girlfriend.
Sam packs a couple of bags then leaves the condo, quietly.
Mya takes a deep breath as she stares at CJ’s number on her phone then finally pushes “call”.
Sixteen long rings, sixteen breath-taking, eternity long rings later and still no answer. Mya can’t leave a message explaining this, so she calls right back. This time, only after 4 rings, CJ answers. “Is this Mya or her girlfriend?” She snaps immediately.
Ouch, Mya thinks. “It’s me, babe, I am so sorry about that. I can explain.”
“So there is something to explain then? Or someone?”
“No, well, yes,” Mya becomes flustered. Mya is usually the calmest, coolest, in control person CJ has ever met so this must be very serious.
“Which is it?” CJ becomes angry quick. “You gave me all this shit about the thing with Amanda. All along you were hiding a whole girlfriend! Wow, Mya, wow!”
“No, CJ, she is just my ex.”
“Answering your phone at 6 am? Look, Mya, I’m not into these games. I have to go.”
“Wait, CJ, please,” Mya begs.
“What do you possibly have to say?”
I can’t stand the thought of loosing you, Mya thinks. Instead, she is just silent.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Click. CJ hangs up the phone.
Mya sits on her bed while tears slowly escape her eyes. She is in complete and utter disbelief. She is furious with Sam but mostly angry with herself for not telling CJ about her clingy ex from the beginning. She wanted to, but the closer they became, the harder it became to explain the situation. How did she get here; living with her ex-girlfriend while falling for another woman in a whole other state and deceiving them both?  She has had a lot of issues over the years with Sam, but never has she just completely regretted having even met her. She recalls when they first met and mourns how they eventually ended…


I was working part-time as a receptionist for a law firm while in grad school. One day, in walked this tall, lanky, light-skinned stud with  a piercing in her lip and four in each ear. She had long, straight red hair put up in a pony tail with low shaven sides and back. She had on a black v-neck t-shirt, purple dress jacket, black jeans, and yellow sneakers. This boisterous beauty was a little rugged for my taste but she was definitely anything but ordinary.  This girl was gorgeous with this charming cockiness I could not resist.

“Wow, your smile shines bright like a diamond,” is the first thing Sam said to me followed by a dimpled smile. I returned my infamous smile, “thanks, red,” followed by a wink. The next time Sam came in to the office she sang some MJ to me, customizing the lyrics, of course. “I want to date you…Pretty young thing..You need some lovin’…Tender lovin’ care… And I’ll take you there.” The next week, it was SWV. “I’m so into you…I don’t know what I’m gonna do…I’m so into you”. From then on, she would always sing or rap some random song to me. After a few weeks of coming in and serenading me, she recited the sweetest poem. It was hook, line, and sinker for me after that.

Our first date was one of the best dates I had ever been on. We walked around the park just talking for what seemed like hours. She brought some bubbles for us to blow. We looked like two big kids playing with bubbles in the park. We had sandwiches at a nearby deli and talked even more. Our relationship was great in the beginning. We laughed and sang and listened to music together.  We spent all of their free time together. Sam had just won a settlement, so she blew money on me left and right. At the time, none of that mattered, though. I just loved being with her. She was sweet, romantic, and sexy. We had minor spats because of the attention we both received because we were a gorgeous couple. Me with my sophisticated style; diamonds, red bottoms and pencil skirts. Sam with her hip-hop swag; Jordan’s, Polo, gold, and anything and everything bright and shiny. Sam was more flirtatious, though, flashing those dimples that girls loved. I was flattered by it initially. Every girl wants my girl – I’m lucky, I rationalized in my mind. She loved me in my “grown women” skirts but would hate when anyone else got a glimpse of my gorgeous legs. She would get possessive and sometimes a little jealous. It was cute.

About eight months in, the magical sparks we once shared became dim flickers. I became busy working on my dissertation for grad school, so Sam started hanging out and partying without me. I soon found out that she was hanging out with her ex-girlfriend, Tiffany, the whole time. I will never forget our first big fight. It seems juvenile now, looking back, though. I found texts from Tiffany about them meeting up at the club and flipped out. I hid her keys, cursed her out, and threw all the jewelry she had given me in the trash. We argued back and forth for about 3 hours before I finally calmed down. We nearly broke up then but Sam eventually just apologized for being deceitful. I apologized for neglecting her. We promised to do better. The next weekend we went on a getaway to the Virgin Islands. The next month we moved in together. All was good again, for a while.


I graduated and got a job immediately. Around the same time Sam ran out of her settlement money. Sam was not working at the time so I began to support us both while she looked for a job. I did not mind at first, because I could afford it and I absolutely adored Sam. She was my boo. After all, Sam had done so much for me already; trips, shoes, clothes, jewelry. What was supposed to be a few weeks turned into five months and Sam even gained weight. She would only go out partying every once and awhile, but that still seemed too often for someone who did not work. Otherwise, she was sitting at home, playing video games or online all day long everyday. I would make suggestions on job opportunities but she would just get defensive,  call me a micromanaging bitch and then we would argue. We were barely intimate anymore. Sam stopped singing to me completely. We did not sing and dance anymore. This went on for months. Tensions rose and I slowly became resentful.

One night I was fed up and did not even come home. I got a room at the W near my office to get some peace and relaxation. That started the storm that would become known as hurricane Samantha.  My childish, young self did not even call and tell her that I was not coming home. Sam blew up my phone all night and after not finding me tore the apartment apart in a jealous fit of rage. When I came home the next day, Sam was sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room like a crazy person. We argued, yelling and screaming back and forth loudly until a neighbor called the police.  We almost got evicted from the apartment. Hell, we almost got arrested. Sam’s brother came to calm her down and get her away from me. I literally threw all of her things out of the apartment. Sam moved out of the apartment and stayed with her brother. That should have been it.


I was sad without Sam but knew it was best. Not having that someone to talk to, to confide in, to sleep next to even on bad terms, was hard. I was stubborn and prideful back then, so I managed, with out her or anyone. I did not call or text her. I heard that she got back with her ex, Tiffany, but was not sure. I was not the one to stalk ex-girlfriends. That is just not my style. I just threw myself into work trying to get a promotion.

Then, what Sam would call fate, happened. Sam was a little rugged, but her brother, Joey, was a complete thug. One night he got shot, twice actually, and ended up in intensive care. I was the first person Sam called from the hospital. They had lost both parents already, so all they had were each other. Sufficed to say, Sam was really emotional, hurt, and angry that night. I sat with her in the ICU all night, talking about Joey and her parents. She never really opened up about her parents to me before. She was vulnerable and honest. This was a whole new side I had never seen before. Her brother slipped into a coma the next day, which felt bitter-sweet. Sam sat by her brother’s side for a week straight. Her hope and optimism was incredible. I visited almost every night that week too.

We reconnected emotionally in way we had not in a while. Joey was in the coma for a couple more weeks, in which I was there by Sam’s side consistently. When he came out of it, he was still pretty bad and would have to remain hospitalized for a while. That night, I finally got Sam to leave the hospital for more than a few minutes. I took her home and fed her all her favorites. We listened to music and were really just submerged in the moment. We were emotionally raw with each other for the first time in a while. She said, life is short so we have to make the most of it. I think I fell in love with her all over again that night. We made unforgettable beautiful, passionate love all night.

Sam moved into my new condo. We were happy and in love again. She finally got a job and started helping with bills. We were content for a while but I did get the promotion and had to work long hours. I guess Sam became lonely and let her imagination get the best of her. She began accusing me of having an affair when I was working late. We argued. She began hanging out in the clubs on weekends and now some weekdays. We argued. She would not come home until like 5 am, so naturally I accused her of having an affair. Thought it was that damned Tiffany, again. We argued. She said that she started performing at a club and would just hang out afterwards.  I felt like I could not trust her and I could not go through what we went through before. She said that she did not trust me either. I did not want to continue the arguing and mistrust. We did not speak to each other directly for days. Days of walking around on eggshells because we were tired of arguing. Weeks of no sex, no affection, no kindness between two people who had previously been madly in love with each other. We became miserable. The end was near.


Sam got this idea to go to counseling to try to make it work. I think she had been watching a bunch of Steve Harvey. I hesitantly agreed. Not because I did not think we needed help, but because I did not believe a stranger could help us after all that we had been through. My first time going to therapy was with my lesbian lover. It’s an experience that I’ll never forget.

Dr. Schmidt seemed pretty good though. She suggested that we do trust exercises to work on the trust issues between us. It was simple things, like making plans or promises and then sticking to them. I would promise to get off work and be home for dinner by 8 pm. She would promise to be home to spend time with me on Friday nights. It was kind of cute, actually. We did that for a few weeks.The intimacy finally returned. We did it – I was ready to call therapy quits. The good doctor said it was a good start but only that, a start. The next session the doctor had us do role-playing to help us understand each others perspectives, or some nonsense like that. I thought it was a horrible idea. I played Sam as a needy, non-nonchalant, party girl. Sam portrayed me as a selfish, money-hungry, controlling bitch. Yeah, it was definitely a bad idea. We argued about, well everything, right there in front of Dr. Schmidt. She became a referee but still could barely break us up. She sent us home with the assignment to just to listen to what the other said without immediately responding. The opposite of fighting, basically. It’s like the previous few weeks did not happen. After one bad attempt that ended with us arguing over the past, we just stopped talking to each other all together.

“What life goals do you have,” Dr. Schmidt asked at the next session. Sam pieced together something about getting promoted to manager at work, rims on her truck, and buying this and buying that. I realized that we were on two totally different paths. I am trying to become a CEO, start my own business, and travel. Maybe start a nonprofit one day. That was the final nail in the coffin for me.

I turned to her, holding her hand gently in mine. “Sam, I have loved you with all my heart and I will always have a place in there for you. We have had some great times together. But, I, no we, cannot do this anymore.”

“I know,” Sam responded softly. “I will always have love for you too, bright smile.”

It was finally over. I agreed to let her stay at my apartment until she saved up to get her own place. She sleeps in the living room, of course. I started to travel more and more for work, so I just let her stay there. I was not dating anyway, so it was not a big deal. Until now.


CJ’S CONDO | 5:23 PM

CJ slowly drags herself thru her front door, drops her bag somewhere, and immediately flops down on the couch. She glances towards the bedroom. She was just here less than 24 hours ago, CJ realizes but tries not to reminisce as sadness overcomes her. She stares straight ahead into the air, not focusing on any one thing. Her cell phone rings for the ninth time in fifteen minutes, disrupting her daze. She continuous to ignore it. I don’t want to talk to or see anyone, CJ declares. She then lays on the couch in a fetal position and closes her eyes. She immediately sees Mya’s smile. She shakes it off and flips over on the couch. She sees Mya’s flirtatious eyes staring back at her. She just cannot get thoughts of Mya out of her head. Stop thinking about her. Stop wanting her. It is over, CJ tries to convince herself. She feels this extreme betrayal which angers her more than hurts because she opened up to Mya completely. She finally found someone that she connected with, that she could see a future with, only to be led on and lied to.  The stress of agonizing over Mya all day finally released its grip on CJ as she falls asleep, nestled alone on her couch.

Her home phone rings, abruptly waking CJ. She instinctively jumps up and runs to answer it.

“Hello!” CJ sounds loud, disoriented and out of breathe.

“Hi,” a familiar voice replies.

As reality slowly kicks in CJ replies, “oh, hi Mya.”

“Can we talk,” Mya asks softly.

CJ grabs a bottle water from the fridge, taking her time to respond to the question.

“Please just hear me out,” Mya plies.

“Ok.” CJ wonders if Mya is actually going to talk this time.

“Ok. First, I have been agonizing all day over the thought of loosing you. I care about you so much CJ. I really want to make this right.” Mya pauses to get her composure so that she does not start crying again. “Second, I am so sorry for not being honest with you.”

“You mean lying?” CJ interrupts. “You straight up lied to me. And don’t try to argue that  omission is not the same as lying. It is.”

“You are right. Correction, I am sorry for lying to you, babe. I promise to never lie, or even mislead, you ever again. You and your feelings mean too much to me.” They both take a deep breathe. “So now is the time for full honesty, full disclosure. Third, my ex-girlfriend, Sam, does literally live in my condo. But it is only that, literal. We broke up last year and I agreed to let her stay here, mostly because I am rarely home. Case in point, going back and forth to Atlanta. There is nothing going on between us, period.”

“Alright, what about the phone? And why didn’t you tell me this before?” CJ asks.

“Well, simply put, she is an ass hole. Another point to why we are not together. She did what she did on purpose. She probably knows how I feel about you.”

“Great, you live with a childish ex-girlfriend.” CJ responds sarcastically.

“And that is exactly why I did not tell you, at first. You were supposed to just be a fling. The longer I waited, the harder it became. I guess that I was just avoiding this conversation. I am truly sorry.”

“Okay, so what now?”

“I kicked her out this morning. I am packing up the rest of her belongings to ship to her brothers house as we speak. There will shortly be no trace of her here. You can see when you come visit me.” A sliver of hope shines through Mya’s tone. CJ is silent for a painstakingly long few seconds.

When, huh, not if?” CJ responds, her tone still stiff.

“Yes, I can get you a ticket for this weekend. It can be a quick weekend get-a-way for you.” Mya says confidently.

CJ chuckles a little. “Oh really, you just decided that I am coming to visit you this weekend? Like you just decided to keep the fact that you have a live-in ex-girlfriend to yourself? Like you decided to get involved with me anyway knowing your situation?”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to be presumptuous. I am just optimistic for…”

CJ interrupts loudly. “It doesn’t matter. I feel like you led me on because you wanted to have your cake and eat it to.”

“Come on CJ, it was not like that, you know me. You know what we have shared.”

“Do I know you, really?” CJ asks.

Mya begins to tear up. “You know where my heart is. With you. Do you feel anything for me at all.”

“I have feelings for you, yes, but I also feel like a fool.”

“CJ, I never meant to…” Mya exhales in exhaustion.

“Meant to, huh? The road to hell is paved with good intentions, Mya.” CJ responds. “But I’ve got to get off of this road.”

“CJ,” Mya pleas, “I will be in hell without you. Please think about this.”

“We can both think about it while we take some time apart. Maybe we started too hot and heavy. Now it is time to cool it down.”

“I do not want to cool down.” Mya sniffles, trying to hide the fact that she is crying. “But I will respect your wishes. Just know that I am not going anywhere. I will be here when you are ready.”

“I appreciate that.  See you later, Miss Mya.” CJ’s tone is low and sad before she hangs up.


Mya finally lets the tears fall down her face. She puts the phone down on the couch beside her. She sits still for a minute in disbelief. Cool down does not mean stop, she thinks to herself. She literally shakes her head, shaking herself out of the temporary trance. She looks around at the boxes of Sam’s things and decides it is time to move toward her future, not dwell on her past. A sly smirk come over her face. You want to know me? You don’t know how I feel about you? Ok, CJ you soon will. Mya quickly forms a plan. I am not giving up that easy. I love you, CJ!


To be continued….



The Smith’s House | Afternoon

This Mya?” Mya is all of three feet away when she see’s CJ followed by a half-naked Monica exit from the restroom. Her heart stops. “I am right here”.

CJ quickly turns to the opposite direction. “Mya?”

“Mya?” Monica says confusingly turning to face her.

Amanda then exits the restroom too. “Amanda?” Says Vince from behind Mya. “What is going on here?”

“Yeah what exactly is going on here, CJ?” Asks Mya.

The three guilt ridden ladies look back and forth at each other for a moment. Mya and Vince just stare at them, like they are in a duel off, waiting for someone to shoot first.

Shit.” Monica is the first to answer with the absolute wrong response while buttoning her shirt.

“So this is what you have been doing while I have been frantically worried about you?” Mya’s eyes begin to tear up.

“This is your Mya?” Monica asks.

CJ  makes a wide circle pointing motion with her open palm towards Monica. “No, no, no, this has nothing to do with me.” She walks over and reaches for Mya’s hand. Mya pulls away.

“I jumped on a red-eye flight to come see you,” Mya’s says. “I’m so stupid.”

Monica chimes in, “this is just a big misunderstanding, girl.”

Vince walks past the women to his wife. “Amanda we should give them a moment. We have nothing to do with this.”

“Yes, a misunderstanding,” CJ reiterates, “Can we go talk alone?”

“Hold on, Vince, this does have something to do with me.” Amanda interjects as she grabs Monica’s hand.

“Who are you?” Mya and Vince asks at the same time perplexed by Monica’s existence.

Monica,” Amanda responds.

“OK, everyone hold on,” CJ commands loudly. She speaks directly to Mya. “Listen, Monica is just my best friend. That’s all. Amanda works at the hospital with me. Phones do not have a signal in the house. That is why I did not get your calls earlier. And I am guessing why you did not get my calls a few minutes ago. Wait, what are you doing here?”

“You thought CJ and I?” Monica laughs. “Oh God no. It is good to finally meet you though Mya. I have heard a lot.” She reaches to shake Mya’s hand with her free hand. CJ shoots her an annoyed look, which she knows means ‘not now, Mya’. She retracts her hand and stands still.

“Vince is my new boss” Mya responds then turns to Monica. “If you and CJ were not…then why were you half-naked in the bathroom?”

CJ opens her mouth to speak then closes her mouth and looks at Amanda with an accusatory stare. Monica remains quiet and still. Amanda finally responds. “She was…with me.”

“What?” Vince ask.

“Vince, we need to talk.” Amanda responds.

CJ softly caresses Mya’s face. “So do we.”

The Study | 1:15 PM

CJ pulls Mya into the study and closes the door behind them. “Come here,” she cautiously pulls Mya into a hug and holds her. A long deep exhale escapes her. “I am so happy to see you”.

Mya squeezes back, finally giving in to the embrace. “Man, you are a hard woman to track down.” They both giggle. When they release their embrace, they stare longingly into each other’s eyes, as if all of their answers dwell there. “So, about last night…,” Mya says first.

“I don’t even know where to begin, sweetie,” CJ says.

“You can begin with abruptly hanging up on me then not returning my calls until, what, this morning.”

“Ok then,” CJ says as she nervously shuffles over to the enormous book shelf. “It was Amanda at my door. It obviously caught me off guard.”

Mya smirks, “really?
“Well, she had some things she needed to talk to someone about.”

“She chose that someone to be you? At midnight? At your home?” Mya corners CJ at the bookshelf firmly piercing into her eyes. CJ never noticed before how intimidating and intense those eyes were when they were not being sexy.

“Well, yes. She wants to come out, I guess. She had a lot of questions. She is a very aggressive woman. She damn near barged in.” CJ’s eyes dart over to the extensive row of books on the shelf.

Mya raises an eyebrow. “The kind of aggressive woman that you like?”

“She is definitely NOT my type. She came to me for help. What was I supposed to do? We ended up talking for a while. Then it got late and I fell asleep as soon as she left.” Her gaze returns to Mya’s. “I really did not mean to leave you hanging. I am sorry. Like I said she just caught me by surprise and I was so annoyed.”

“Uh huh,” is all Mya says as she inches closer to CJ. “Is that all that happened?”

“Oh my God, yes.” CJ grabs both of Mya’s arms and with extreme seriousness then reiterates, “that is absolutely all that happened, sweetie.”

“Good!” Mya exclaims, finally flashing that Chandler smile.

CJ’s heart nearly melts. All of her worries of the day, Monica and Amanda’s drama, all fall off. All she is concerned with now is Mya. All she wants is Mya. The only person’s life that matters to her now, is Mya’s. “God, I have missed that smile. Come here.” CJ kisses Mya passionately, proving that her absence was severely missed.

Mya easily slips into the passionate embrace. Her arms wrap around CJ’s neck as she pushes her back against the bookshelf. CJ’s lips taste like their future, kissing away all doubts and fears. She quickly forgets about last night, the red-eye flight, and today’s ‘misunderstanding’.  CJ’s squeezes Mya’s bottom and sucks on her neck. Mya has a mischievous grin on her face when she pulls away. Her hands find their way down to CJ’s jeans and quickly unbuttons and unzips them.

“Wha -,” CJ tries to get out but Mya places her left index finger on her lips.
“Shhh, just relax,” Mya interrupts then proceeds to dive her right hand into the open jeans. That fiery mischievous look in Mya’s eyes turns CJ on as she obediently remains silent. Mya’s hand slides underneath CJ’s boy shorts into her bunch of hair. CJ parts her lips slightly in surprise of Mya’s spontaneousness. She then sucks Mya’s fingertip into her mouth and runs circles with her tongue. Mya, in turn, runs circles with her finger around CJ’s clit. Mya replaces her finger with her tongue, kissing CJ deeply. She strokes CJ’s clit madly as her own passion is released, soaking her own panties. Engulfed in each other’s pleasure the women swirl in their own world, oblivious to the outside world. Mya’s efforts finally pay off because CJ begins to shake, nearing her big finish. Mya’s mouth catches CJ’s moans as she finishes.

“Damn,” CJ responds after she catches her breath.

“Yeah, I missed you too,” Mya responds.

“Go out with me,” CJ demands more so than asks.

Mya flashes a flirtatious smile. “Like on a date?”

CJ pulls Mya close and holds her in her arms. “Yes, will you go out on a date with me? We have not really gone out on a real date, yet.”

“Why, miss James, are you trying to get all romantic on me?”

“Seriously.” CJ responds, sincerely, as she squeezes tighter. “I want to do this…with you…the right way.”

Mya actually blushes to CJ’s surprise. “Really? What do you have in mind?”

“Go out with me tonight. We will do it right. Dinner and a movie or whatever you want to do.”

“The Museum,” Mya responds.


Mya explains, “there is this exhibit that I have been wanting to see at the High Museum.”

CJ smiles wide and bright. “Great, the museum it is then.”

“Okay, let me go get checked in to my hotel and changed. Say couple hours?”

“Perfect,” CJ responds. “Gives me time to deal with this mess. Amanda and Monica! I still can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, I know, gross.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” CJ responds and they both laugh.

“Feels like shit is hitting the fan, so I am going to get out of here real quick,” Mya responds as she heads towards the door.

“Let me check and see if the coast is clear before you go.”

CJ cracks the door open to the study and dips her head out, looking from left to right then left again. “It’s clear.”

Mya quickly darts down the hallway, looking back to gleefully iterate, “can’t wait until our date,” then flashing that infamous smile.

“Me too,” CJ calls out before Mya disappears around a corner.

The Dining Room | 1:47 PM

CJ stumbles into the dining room to find Monica casually sitting at the table eating. She sits in the chair across from her friend. Monica finishes the fruit on her plate of assorted breakfast foods before looking up and speaking to CJ. “So, that is Mya. Cute.”

“So, that is how you do now? Break up marriages?”

“Don’t act holier than thou. Don’t act like you don’t know about her either.”

“I’m not talking about her, I’m talking about you.” CJ rubs her temples in frustration. “Now, you sit here just chillin’ eating their food. What were you thinking?”

Monica only laughs. “Thinking? Not everyone analyzes every single thing like you do, CJ. Some people just do things because they feel good. Because they simply want to. Get caught up in the moment, ya know, like having sex with a random women that you just met.”

CJ is not sure what annoys her most, Monica’s smug smirk or the fact that she is right. “Touche.” All CJ can do is simply smile back at her remarkably bold bestie. “You gonna tell me what happened or what?”

“Amanda flat out told him she likes women. Just like that.”

“Just like that?”

“Yep,” Monica confirms, “and then he was like I see but you had to do this here in my house, blah blah blah, and then they went upstairs to argue some more, I assume.”

“Uh huh, and you gave in to your appetite?”

“She said she would be right back and you were gone. A girl’s gotta eat. No matter what.” Monica smiles causing CJ to laugh.

“Yeah, a girl’s gotta eat.” CJ grabs a biscuit off of Monica’s plate.

“Where is Mya?”

“She went to get a room and to get ready for our first real date tonight,” CJ responds proudly.

“Well, well, well, look at you being all official. Good for you, bestie.”

“Yeah, I am excited. And nervous. But mostly excited.”

“That makes two of us,” Amanda says flamboyantly bursting into the room. “Excited, that is.” She sits uncomfortably close next to Monica.

“It went well then?” Monica ask.

“As well as it could have. We can talk all about it in the pool. Come on, he’s leaving indefinitely.” Amanda suggests with a wink.

Monica has this elation on her face, this flirtatious look that CJ automatically recognizes.

“Well, on that note, I’m gonna blow this joint.” CJ quickly says as she gets up to leave. “Later, bestie. Call me if you need me.”
Amanda quickly responds, “no worries, she is in very good hands.”

Monica giggles, “later girl”.

The High Museum | 3:27 PM

As they walk into the High Museum, Mya’s eyes are filled with excitement. CJ lets Mya enthusiastically drag her by the hand to the first exhibit. Mya seems to be in pure bliss as she studies each painting. CJ observantly watches Mya’s every move, committing to memory every smile, every animated expression, and every boisterous mannerism.

“What?” Mya ask while noticing CJ stare at her.

“What, what,” CJ responds teasingly.

Mya nudges her, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Mya pulls CJ close, “with this weird look in your eyes.”

CJ wraps her arms around Mya’s waist. “Maybe I like what I see.”

“Uh huh,” Mya wraps her arms around CJ’s neck. “What do you like?”

“Seeing you like this. I can tell that you are really enjoying this. Like you are in your element here.”

“I am,” Mya blushes, for the second time that day. “You know I minored in Art History. Would have majored if I thought I could make any money but I knew I could not go wrong with Business. So I got my MBA instead.”

“I didn’t know that. Look at you, an artsy business woman.” They both laugh.

Mya slowly moves in close enough to kiss CJ. CJ readies herself for Mya’s sweet lips but just then Mya pauses. “We HAVE to see the work upstairs.” She quickly pulls away from CJ, turns, and heads for the stairs. “Come on,” she flashes that infamous smile. CJ follows trying to catch up to her blissful date.

On the second floor, she finds Mya staring at a piece with abstract black and white lines. CJ approaches from behind, slowly wrapping her arms around Mya’s waist, getting real close. She inhales the fruity fragrance at the nook of Mya’s neck and shoulder committing the scent to memory. Mya leans her head over, allowing CJ full access. She wraps her arms around CJ’s arms. “This is my favorite,” Mya admits.

“Uh huh.” The only piece of work CJ is focused on is Mya’s body. Just as she is about to place her third kiss on the scent filled nook, Mya pulls away and walks toward the next painting. CJ follows like a little puppy. CJ grabs Mya’s hand and kisses it gently before interlacing their fingers. They admire that piece for a minute then Mya guides them to the next piece. This time CJ releases their grip and casually strolls by to the next piece of art. Mya soon misses her company so she catches up to CJ, who only moves on to the next piece of art. Mya catches CJ’s eyes, finally, and looks her up and down, giving off this “I want you” look. CJ counters by biting her bottom lip. Mya does a head node, saying come here. CJ slowly licks her lips then motions for Mya to come here with a finger. Mya slowly approaches. Mya runs her hand across CJ’s flat stomach as she walks by. She slows at the next piece, glancing behind her only to notice CJ looking at her back side. CJ slowly strolls up real close to Mya. Their eyes remain locked. CJ, with her hands behind her back, leans in and softly whispers into Mya’s ear, “have you had enough yet?”

“This exhibit, yes.” Mya looks CJ straight in her eyes. “I am just getting started with you.” She winks.

CJ gives a mischievous smile. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What about going on an official date and doing it right,” Mya teases with air quotes.

“I think we dated enough for one day. We came, we saw, now we are leaving.” CJ grabs Mya’s hand.

“Don’t dates include food?”

“We can order in. What are you in the mood for?” CJ begins walking towards the door, pulling Mya.

“Wow you really want to get me home, huh? I can’t even get a meal.” Mya stops and folds her arms. She boastfully flashes that Chandler smile.

CJ suddenly kisses Mya, softly at first and then deep and passionate. She releases only to say, “how about Chinese?”

Mya’s eyes are still closed when she replies, “Chinese sounds perfect.”

CJ’s Condo | 8:23 PM

“Wow,” Mya says out of breath as she flops down on the bed. “Those last two hours were definitely worth me pushing back my flight. What is that thing you do with your fingers and tongue at the same time?”

CJ sits beside her. “Yes, thank you Delta. I hate that you have to go back so soon, though.” CJ passes her a glass of water. “If you stay I can demonstrate that move a few more times.”

“Honestly, babe, I don’t even think I have one more time, let alone a few more times left in me.” She passes the glass back. “That was amazing. Well worth half a date.”

“It was not half a date,” CJ teasingly tickles Mya.

Through her giggles, she confesses, “I have no energy left, I can’t take tickling right now.”

“Then admit it,” CJ mounts Mya. “You got your exhibit at the Museum and some very tasty Chinese food. Granted, it was take out. Still counts.”

“Okay, okay,” Mya gives in. “AND don’t forget about the kicker –  great sex!”

“Oh, no can’t forget about the deliciously,” CJ leans in and pecks Mya on the lips. “The delectable,” then another soft kiss. “Devine sex.” CJ glares into Mya’s pretty eyes.

Mya melts. “I hate that I have to leave you in the morning.” A sadness swiftly overcomes her.

“Yeah me too.”

“I will be back soon though.” Mya pulls CJ close and holds her.

“We still have tonight.” CJ holds Mya tightly, as if it is the last time they will embrace.

CJ soon falls asleep in Mya’s arms. I cannot believe that I am actually happy, Mya thinks as she watches CJ sleep. This is a feeling of bliss that she forgot she missed. It is possible to have it again, she convinces herself as she decides to concede to the affection and caring she feels for CJ. It IS ok to love again. And that is exactly what she feels for CJ – love. Mya falls asleep holding CJ snuggly to her bosom.

CJ’s Condo | 6:13 AM

CJ’s bladder abruptly wakes her out of her sleep. She turns over and realizes she is alone. Not again, she thinks. She looks on the nightstand. No note this time. She stumbles to the bathroom, where the note waits on the counter.

          Babe, didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully.

          Had to catch my flight. Will probably be home by the time you wake.

          Thank you for a great ‘date’. Call me later.

                    – Mya

CJ doesn’t even remember falling asleep, only talking and holding Mya. After she relieves herself, she quickly calls Mya to see if she is home yet. It picks up after three rings. “Hey, sweetie, you make it home yet?”

“Hello,” a foreign voice says.

CJ looks at her phone to make sure she called the right person. It does say Mya. Half asleep and confused, CJ asks, “who is this?”

“Mya isn’t available right now.”

“Ooookay, who is this,” CJ reiterates.

“This is her girlfriend. I’ll tell her you called.”

“Um ok.”

“Alright, bye.” Click.

CJ’s whole world was just rocked. She glances in disbelief from the phone screen with Mya’s picture to the note that Mya just left. Girlfriend?

To be continued…