Page 64 of Awakening
“This little pussy is very greedy, pulling my fingers in.”
“Fuckkkkkk,” she whimpered out as I slightly curled my fingers, rotating them in and out her creamy canal, her body starting to shake, signaling her pending orgasm.
“That’s right, Baby, cum all over his hand. Be a good girl and tell him how you’ve been thinking about taking his dick while I fuck your face since you met him,” he ordered, applying a bit more pressure to her gorgeous throat.
“Knoxxxxxx.”
“Yeah, Baby,” I whispered against her lips as I kissed them.
“I can’t wait for you to deep stroke me while Mir fucks my throattttt.”
Listening to herself vocalize her desires must’ve been the breaking point.
“I’m cummmingggggg,” she screamed out as her pussy gushed all over my hand.
“Such a good girl,” I praised as I licked my fingers clean before kissing her again.
“A very good girl,” Ahmir added as he kissed her neck.
She was visually spent, as I grabbed a warm cloth and catered to her. She kissed me gently, eyes barely open, telling me we’d talk soon. I dapped up Ahmir as I cut the lights off, set the alarm, and locked up.
It had been a hell of a night, and I couldn’t wait to see what was next.
The donor process was a success. Lena was healing, her color back, her laugh returning, and every time I saw her, I felt a deeper pull. Like some missing part of me had been tucked back into place.
The days leading up to the procedure, Yanna and Ahmir were with me every step of the way, and on the day of the procedure, they were there, holding my hands and calming my nerves. Yanna had explained it all, especially how bone marrow donation wasn’t like it used to be, that I’d be sore but okay. And she was right. The pain was bearable. The relief? Immeasurable. But healing something physical was easier than the emotional shit.
When Kimberly first mentioned therapy, I honestly thought she was full of shit, merely saying what she thought I wanted to hear, until she called.
“Are you free Thursday?” she asked. “I scheduled a family therapy session, and if you can make it, I’d be happy to have you come.”
I said yes, mainly for Lena and DJ. They deserved a chance at something better, something that didn’t include secrets and well-kept trauma; hell, maybe I did too. After hanging up with her, still unable to bring myself to refer to her as my mother, I called Dro. He answered on the second ring.
“Babygirl, you good?” Dro asked, sounding happy to hear my voice.
“I am,” I said, deciding to get straight to the point, “I’m going to therapy with Kim and my siblings.”
Silence.
“She asked me to, and I think you should come. You deserve to say what you need to say, respectfully.”
He chuckled, catching my subtle shade, because if he had his way, he would cuss her ass out and tell her to eat shit.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, we’ve been holding this too long. The pain of her abandonment made my life hard before I could even walk or talk. She needs to hear and feel the weight of the pain she caused us if she truly wants to heal and have a chance at having me in her life.”
“I guess you have a point,” he agreed, albeit begrudgingly, agreement nonetheless.
The address was an hour away, in a neutral spot. We pulled up to a beautiful house that had been transformed into a therapy center, complete with a calming atmosphere. Kimberly was already there, sitting on a beige couch, her emotions etched all over her face, though she tried to put on her best poker face. I could tell by the way she was fidgeting that Dro’s presence still had an impact on her 42 years later.
Lena looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes. DJ gave me a quick fist bump. Dro and I sat opposite Kimberly. I assumed there would be some small talk, but no, we got right to it.
“So, what do you want to say to your mother?” the therapist asked.
I inhaled, preparing to lay my soul bare. “That I spent most of my life wondering what was so wrong with methat you could pick up and leave me, never looking back. That you gave up a daughter and built a whole life as if I didn’t exist. That I don’t trust you, and I don’t know if I ever will.”
Kimberly’s eyes welled up. “I know. I deserve that. I was a coward.”
