It has been a while since I have blogged. Even when I have nothing to blog, I still do.
Independence Day was nice. We all had some pretty fireworks, from basic explosives to the great mortars that send like 75 shots in the air, with a nice retort, and pretty endings. Think mini versions of the real thing. Even though many of us were drunk, we were very safe. Never light the fuse; use the punk (a stick coated with saw dust), and get the hell away. Spray water on duds, then, using long tongs, dip it in a bucket of water.
There is a life lesson there. Never fight fire with fire. Fight fire with water.
In college, sometimes you want to turn the music up. However, there was a dick in our suite, who, once he heard you turn it up, came in and said "So, you want a stereo war?" It just so happened he had the best, most powerful system, and could drown our music out.
This is what happened in the tents. Several people stay in the farm house, but most up set up tents in the charred ruins of the fields we set our fireworks off in. Perhaps charred ruins is an overstatement. The tents were close together. We heard soft moans and sighs, and heavy breathing. Aisha got loud, and another woman seemingly responded by getting loud. Aisha got louder, and so did the other woman. Soon, a few women were screaming. Aisha is just a pro, and, took the cake, though neither she not I would ever admit she lost at anything. "Is that all you got? You can't get that big dick any deeper in my ass?"
I expect this from her now, it is not embarrassing any longer.
On the way home, we stopped a little cafe. All the waiters and work black golf shirts, but the pants were not uniform. One of the waitresses, a pretty light skinned black girl, wore either yoga pants, of just tight leggings. From the moment we sat down, until I paid the check, Aisha's eyes never left her ass. Hey, I checked it out as well, very nice. Aisha was staring. This was a touch embarrassing,
Serena begged off(, she went home, to a small town in Virginia, to see her family (who know she is homosexual), and watch the fireworks with some old high school friends (who have no idea she is homosexual). As our unicorn (and another couple's or more in the past), as well as her typical heterosexuality in high school, protect her secret, which is best in a small town in Virginia.
As for Aisha and I, we realized we needed more time alone, without Serena. Serena is disgusted by the very idea of anal sex. For Aisha and I, it is not an option. We need to do it. The heart to heart conversations Aisha has ha with Serena have not worked. Serena simply does not understand. Whereas Aisha and I believe it is a perfectly natural form of affection.
What to do, what to do?