The Other Side of the Pillow

“You and I both have a lot going on. It can be depressing.”

Jemistry pushed play on the remote. “Let’s chill, watch this, and talk later.”

“Okay.”

She propped her back up on some pillows and then pulled me between her legs. I could smell the sweetness of her pussy and feel my dick instantly become hard.

“I know you said that you were only going to massage me tonight, but, baby, I may need to take it a little bit further than that.”

She giggled. “How much further?”

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

Jemistry started massaging my shoulders and her hands were magical. She often gave me full-body massages. What I loved about them was that it was obvious that she truly enjoyed doing it. She wasn’t doing it for show, or because they talk about all of that in romance novels. She told me once that her love language was physical touch. So I always tried to make sure that I held her hand, hugged her, or spooned with her in bed as much as possible. She said that it made her feel safe and that she slept better that way.

“Yeah, I get your drift,” she said, “and after this movie, I’m going to put it on you.”

I grinned as the opening credits started. “You’d better.”

* * *

The movie was cool. Made me think about a lot of things regarding life—past and future. Finally getting some kind of closure with Estella earlier had left me with a sense of relief. Even though I never did anything intentionally to harm her, and even though people grieve the loss of children in different ways, I could have treated her better and could have been more understanding.

Jemistry had yet to tell me that she loved me, but there was no need for her to ever speak the words if she didn’t want to. It was obvious that she loved me. A lot of people say it and act like anything but. My baby girl was there for me, had entrusted me with her heart, and things were going well.

She was in the shower about midnight when I joined her. She loved for me to wash her hair and I enjoyed doing it. She was much shorter than me and her caramel complexion complemented my deep chocolate one. What I loved most about her were her eyes. They were brown but they had this sparkle deep inside them that actually made them seem like they were twinkling sometimes. She had a small gap in her front teeth, which turned me on, and her skin was smooth all over. She didn’t have a single scar on her.

She told me once that she used to have a lot of bruises from being beaten, but had used vitamin E capsules, popped open and spread over her skin, to get rid of any visible trace of them. I only wished that I could get my hands on even one of the men who had laid a finger on her. Sick motherfuckers.

She put a sliver of soap in her mouth, got down on her knees, and started sucking my dick. She’d grown used to the size and even though there was no way that she’d ever be able to take me entirely into her mouth, she had figured out a way to make it seem like she had it totally engulfed.

I was about to come when I pulled away. “No, not yet. Stand up.”

Jemistry stood and took the soap out of her mouth. “Did you like that, baby?”

“You know I did. You’re so creative.”

“Freaky and creative. Don’t you forget it.”

We both laughed.

“I can be a little creative myself,” I said.

“Oh yeah? So what are you going to do to me?”

“Turn around.”

She turned toward the wall.

“Assume the position.”

She spread her palms on the tile wall and spread her legs as far as she could in the space.

I stuck the tip of my finger in her anus and she twitched.

“I need to make sure you don’t have any contraband in your ass.” I spread her cheeks and pushed my index finger in farther. “Hmm, not too sure. I may need to do some further exploration.”

“Are you serious?” Jemistry asked, looking over her shoulder. “I’m not sure if I can handle all of that in my ass!”