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Being a dyke in such a small town was never a major problem for Marci and I, except when we had a fight. Whenever we would have an argument, no matter what it was about, there was nobody we could really go to.
Everybody knew we were together and even though we were there for them to vent to about their husbands or boyfriends, neither friends nor family ever wanted to hear about anything in our lives. That situation pretty much leaves only one person to vent to and that would be the one you're pissed off at.
I don't know if we ever had any extremely major fights, but then again every situation seems big when you're going through it. Mostly they revolved around something stupid our parents would do or say, so keeping that in the back of your mind, the last people you want to discuss anything with would be the people your significant other was just bitching about.
Arguments such as those are pretty easy after a while, since the only thing to do is let her cool down and leave the house for a short drive, or a walk, giving her the time she needs to remember that parents are uncontrollable. Usually those fights were about my mother, the steamroller and I would always at least try making life a little easier. All we ever needed to do was tell my mother what she wanted to hear and then do what we had planned on doing to begin with.
The fights I hated were the ones that would revolve around a dream, because those are impossible to win. How does one even react when they're so rudely woken up by a punch to the arm or someone calling them a slut? I never knew what to say or do to that and thankfully after so many years together, now she has at least stopped getting physical about them.
The one argument that stands out in my mind revolves around a weight issue. I guess I never actually understood the weight problem since I had never been all that thin to begin with and so the morning Marci complained to me about getting fat, it never even entered my mind that it would turn into a full-blown exchange of nasty words.
The morning had started out as it normally did with me getting up first and I would make coffee for myself, draining off that first cup as it brewed directly out of the pot. I loved those cups of coffee and after mine was ready I would set up her special cup of chocolate flavored coffee, pushing it off to the side until she was ready to drag her ass out of bed.
My cup of coffee would be taken with me outside to the top step where I would sit and watch the sunrise while I enjoyed one or two smokes before heading back into the house before the mosquitoes carried me away.
Back inside the house, I would watch something stupid on the television or play a video game for about an hour before making us breakfast. The usual for a day off would be bacon, eggs over easy and toast with strawberry jelly. Top that off with a glass of milk and a small glass of orange juice before taking her breakfast in bed.
Marci always had a great smile for me when I would do that, but this particular morning, she only looked at me as I waited until she ran to the bathroom and came back to get settled before handing my woman her plate and leaving her drinks on the bedside table. Once the television was turned on and set up with whatever she felt like watching, I crawled into bed and joined her.
It was only after breakfast that she began complaining about her weight and all I could do was shrug because, like I said, I never was a small woman and she fell in love with me being that way.
"What's that mean?" Marci asked, imitating my shrug.
"I don't know, I guess it means that if it bothers you, maybe you should do something about it," I suggested, shrugging again.
"Oh, so you think I'm fat?!" She screeched.
"I never said you were fat, you did!"
"But you didn't argue with me about it."
"You know I think you're beautiful, I mean look at me, who am I to judge!"
"Great answer Mo!" She shouted, huffily taking her dishes down to the kitchen.
Staring after her, I felt lost yet again because she knew I hated these fucking discussions. I've always been a firm believer of the idea that if you don't like yourself, do something about it and if other people don't like you, fuck 'em. If you got along before they stepped into your life, you sure as hell could get along if they left. I knew I should go after her, but instead I got comfortable and watched the television until I dozed off.
When I was being shaken awake, it occurred to me that we had slipped from one argument directly into a new one. I apparently had broken a major rule by falling asleep while we were having an important discussion. I wasn't really aware that we were discussing anything that critical, but I guess it was a major issue to Marci at the time and falling asleep while arguing was simply not allowed.
"You're not even in this relationship anymore, are you?!" She asked, crying.
"What the fuck're you talking about?!" I shouted, still trying to wake up.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She screamed, leaving the room.
I fucking hated when she would tell me I knew something that I didn't, like the entire thing was fun and games for me and nothing brought me greater pleasure than to piss her off. So after throwing on some clothes, I followed her downstairs where she was slamming things around while she washed dishes.
"You getting your period?" I asked, thinking it was a perfectly logical question.
"I can't even believe you just asked me that," she said entirely to calm.
"Well why're you getting all nuts then?" I asked, another fine query I thought.
"Get out," she calmly said.
"Huh?" I replied, it honestly being the most intelligent thing I could come up with in my state of shock.
"I said get out. You obviously don't love me anymore, so you should leave."
"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me."
I knew this was the wrong path to take, but by then I was getting pissed too, I mean I know we're supposed to be there for each other, but why did it seem like I was always kissing her ass. I didn't mind taking care of her, waiting on her or any of those things, but soothing her ego 24-hours a day was getting to be a little too hard for me to take.
"Excuse me?" She asked, putting a wet hand on her hip as she turned from the sink.
"I said that was stupid and I meant it! We've been together for almost 10 years now and during that time you're the only person I've ever wanted to be with, the only one I've ever even thought about and you're gonna say that shit to me! This is bullshit and you know it! I can't keep up with your stupid little weight-worries and you know I can't, but you do this shit at least once a year and I'm tired of it! If weight's so fucking important to you, why in the hell're you with me?!" I shouted, moving towards the front door.
As I unlocked the door and began to open it, her sudsy hand was suddenly pushing it shut again, making me turn to stare into her eyes. She always had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen and truth be known, that's all I ever really saw when I looked at her.
Beyond that, Marci was a sweet, intelligent woman and I generally hung on every word she said whenever she would talk about anything. I could never understand how anyone could retain so much information and actually know what the hell they were talking about, but she did. There were times when I would rather hold her and listen to whatever she was talking about, but we always wound up making love because once she would finish, it never felt like I could get enough of her and always wanted to be even closer.
So here I am, staring into those eyes, but I'm too pissed to let go of my angry face right away, even though she's got tears in her eyes. I widen my eyes at her, as if to ask her what in the hell else she has to hit me with and she smiles weakly at me, confusing me even more.
"I'm sorry," she sputtered.
"Huh?" I ask, my intelligence shining through once more.
"I'm apologizing."
"For what?" I wondered since she had never done that before.
"For what I said about you loving me. I know you love me."
"I do, but d'you love me?"
"You know I do."
"Why? I mean if weight really is that important, wouldn't you rather be with someone that looks better than me? Someone without the extra baggage?"
"Truth?" She asked, suddenly looking frightened.
"Please," I simply said.
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Marci backed over towards the counter, as though she thought I might hit her or something, when in reality, the only one that had ever been hit was me by her. She was never seriously violent about it, but she did enjoy punching me every-so-often and it usually made me laugh because she was such a girl about it.
Leaning against the door, I folded my arms in front of me expecting the worst as she began to smile.
"I actually knew I wanted to know you better before we even met, when we were living at the apartments and I watched you outside after that cop purposely tried running over that kitten," she began.
"Bastard," was all I could say, remembering that day.
"Yeah, he was and you didn't even care that he was a cop when you called him all those names and I watched how careful you were about picking the kitten up and making sure he went to the vet right away. Then after that when you found him a good home, was just the sweetest thing I had ever seen anyone do. That was when I wanted to get to know you and after I did and I saw how sweet and gentle you were and you always had a great sense of humor. That was when I fell in love with you," she stated.
"You mean I wouldn't have even had to give you all those gifts and flowers to get you to go out with me?" I asked, slightly surprised.
"No, probably not, but if you hadn't done all of those things, you wouldn't be that person then, would you," she stated.
I automatically assumed she knew what she was talking about because she usually does, but I was still confused and she knew it.
"You, my Maureen, are a very sweet and special person and I couldn't imagine going through even one day of my life without you in it," Marci stated, giving me one of her sweetest smiles.
My mind was still thinking that we hadn't actually settled anything, but at that very moment I didn't care as she held her arms open to me. All I knew was that she loved me and the fight could be over if I let it, so I moved quickly to accept the hugging and kissing that she was so willing to shower upon me.
Her kisses had always had such an effect on me, the softness of her lips and the greediness of her tongue as it invaded my mouth to search and wrestle with my own. She took over like a ravenous predator trying to sink into me as much as she possibly could. She always got me so fucking excited when she kissed me that way and my hands moved under her short nightgown, immediately touching her hips, traveling up her sides until I was twisting and rolling those voluptuous 38 DD's.
As I continued massaging and rolling her hardening nipples between my fingers, she began moaning into my mouth as we kissed even deeper. In one swift move, I pushed her panties down over her hips, pulling her gown off just as quickly before hoisting her onto the counter.
I moved in, kissing her passionately again as I squeezed her ass-cheeks and up her back. God she felt amazing as she ran her fingers through my hair, along my ears and down my back.
Pulling her panties off the rest of the way, I pulled her ass closer to the edge of the counter as she put her hands behind her for stability.
I paused for only a moment, smiling as I told her she was beautiful before kissing down her cheek, neck and nipples. She did have the greatest tits and they sure did seem to be fond of me as I slathered them in kisses before making my way down her stomach. It was the most amazing thing when her voice became raspy as she spread her legs open wider for me.
"Suck my clit baby, c'mon suck it," she ordered.
I wasted no time opening those swollen pussy lips with my tongue as my hands moved back to her tits. She hooked her heels onto my back, pushing her cunny into my mouth as I clamped down. While my tongue was swirling in and out of her big hole, my top teeth were lightly scraping over her clitty until she was fucking my face almost erratically at first, forcing me to try and keep up until she eventually got into a rhythm.
Marci was so wet by then that I pushed into her wherever I could, fearing her own juices under her ass would cause her to slip off the counter. When she did cum, she actually squirted into my mouth for the first time ever and it was fucking amazing as she urged me on to fuck her with my tongue. I don't think anything we had ever done or ever would do could top that moment and I held my ground until she had calmed down enough for me to lift her off the counter.
We kissed continuously until she felt her legs could support her again and then she took me by the hand, leading me up to the bedroom. There was no way we were even going to try doing anything to me on that counter, I wanted something a little more comfortable, like the bed.
Luckily my clothes were easy enough to remove as we kissed while she unbuttoned my shirt, but Marci did give me a scowl when she noticed I hadn't put a bra on my own 42 DD's. I shrugged as she smiled while she pushed my sweatpants and boxers down my legs.
Laying down on the bed, I slid my ass to the edge of the bed as she lay on top of me, kissing me wildly again before kissing her way down to nibble and suck on my titties that were begging for attention. She knew how that drove me crazy and I could feel my juices working their way out of my puss and down the crack of my ass. That woman drove me crazy as she worked her magical lips and teeth over my nips.
Marci practically slithered her way down my body, seductively guiding a nipple through my pussy until I felt her amazingly warm breath blowing over my wetness, turning me on even more. Soon she was acting as a starving woman might as her mouth began going wild over the lips of my crotch. She lapped at my juices as though she couldn't get enough of me, her tongue dipping in, out and moving up through my swollen and exited lips.
Her hands were suddenly tweaking and pinching my nipples as her tongue continued working its magic through my puss.
"Oh god baby, you're driving me fucking nuts! Give it to me already, please baby!" I screamed as her tongue brushed over my clit again.
The only word out of my mouth after that was, 'yes' as her tongue traveled between my lips one more time before the most powerful suction I had ever felt hit my clit and my body was bucking as it never had before. Marci held me down as my orgasm hit me, wave after wave traveling through my body as though they could go on forever. It was the most fantastic orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, but then I think I said that every time.
I lay still, a stupid grin on my face as she came onto the bed, laying at my side and kissing me deeply so I could taste hers and my own flavors as they mingled together. I took her into my arms, pulling her close as we agreed that the argument was over.
That day we talked about a lot of things, including different types of exercise and she even went online to discover that a person could burn 150 to 250 calories for every half hour of sex they had, definitely putting all sorts of thoughts into my head.
The following morning, I decided that maybe it was time for me to shed a few pounds as well, so before Marci woke up, I snuck uptown to get us some fresh fruit and wheat bread. To be honest, those were the only healthy things that entered my mind. I figured we could come up with a plan once she woke up since I knew she'd do all the research into finding out what was healthy and what wasn't.
I thought about stopping to pick some wildflowers by the side of the road on the ride back to the house, but one wood tick in bed and she'd be crying, so my only other option was to pluck one of the daisies growing by the pond in the yard.
Inside I washed, peeled and cut up fresh fruit after putting the daisy into a vase. I made some toast with a light layer of butter and made my way up to the bedroom. There she was in all her glory, mouth open and a gentle little snore coming from her throat. How could I not smile at that? Once everything was in it's proper place, I leaned in to give her gentle kissed so I could wake her gradually.
"Good morning sexy," I whispered.
"Good morning," she replied, rolling towards me. "What's up?"
"Not you, that's for sure," I smiled.
"Hmm, I guess I was tired."
"I guess. I've been uptown already," I announced.
"For what?"
"For this, I thought maybe we could do this together, if it'll help you."
"I have to pee," she announced.
"Okay, it'll still be here when you get back," I said, smiling after her as she scurried away.
I was still smiling as she walked into the bedroom, stopping in the doorway to stare at her breakfast before looking directly into my eyes. My smile wavered as she held her gaze.
"So you do think I'm fat," she stated.
"I, you, I thought this was..."
I was completely speechless until Marci's frown slowly turned into a smile. Setting my own food aside, I sat up straight to look her directly into the eyes.
"You were messing with me?" I asked.
"Maybe just a little," she laughed, getting back into bed to give me a kiss.
"Well," I began, grabbing my plate. "You better eat all that fruit and your toast because I'm thinking that you're in for one helluva workout after this."
I smiled as I thought back to the original argument and decided that fighting truly did suck, but this was definitely going to turn into the longest and most wonderful make-up sex ever experienced.
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