The Making of The Huntress (2 page)

I finally, broke up with Lou after having
had too many near fights with a girl I went to high school with
because of him. I say because of him, since he was seeing this
other girl but did everything in his power to keep me from knowing
it. Lacking respect for Tanya and wanting to keep me he tried to
have his cake and eat it too. Lou really couldn’t stop seeing the
girl because she accepted him exactly as he was and in fact was
glad to have him no matter how he came to her even when he was all
drugged up. Contrarily, when he was around me he would have to work
hard trying not to act like the loser drug addict he was. In fact
Tanya wanted Lou so bad that she would give him money to go get
high. Basically, Lou still wanted to be in public with me and most
definitely share my bed but then creep to Tanya’s house in the wee
hours of the night or any free time he could find. Lou gave Tanya
what she needed so that she could give him money to get what he
needed.

You would think when a woman sleeps with
another woman’s man she would bow down and know her place. Not
Tanya she would catch me out by myself and if she was with some of
her friends she would start yelling calling me all kinds of bitches
and saying what she was going to do to me. Unfortunately, she made
me so upset that I would resort to verbally assaulting her as well.
I would remind her that I was his woman and the one he took places
while she was his hoe whom he just took from. Once I said that it
was on and we would almost end up fighting. That’s really
embarrassing since I pride myself on carrying myself like a lady,
and my interactions with her were never really ladylike. In fact, I
had gotten so tired of her harassing me about Lou, that one day I
was riding through a parking lot and Tanya and a few of her friends
were standing outside Marshalls when they started yelling calling
me a bitch. Normally, I would have kept riding but I must have
popped a blood vessel or something because I promptly turned my car
around and went back to them. I jumped out of my car and asked
“Does someone here have a problem with me?” Now understand this is
soooo out of character for me but I was tired of dealing with
Tanya’s bullshit and I was only about 22. Suddenly no one had
anything to say and the girl Tanya started telling me how bad Lou
was and how he treated her. She then went into detail about how he
would come to her house, she would cook for him, they would have
sex and then he would leave and go back to my bed. It all became
too real though when she went on to tell me “By the way did Lou
tell you I was pregnant?” Well as hard as it was going to be to let
go of my first love I decided then and there I had to get off that
train.

Tanya being pregnant from Lou took things to
another level which caused me to promptly break up with him. The
breakup consumed him, he wanted me back bad and was doing
everything he could to convince me the baby wasn’t his. I believe
that some men feel they have some kind of ownership rights in us.
In Lou’s case I think he just didn’t want anyone else to touch the
virgin property he had acquired. He wanted to be my one and only
while he was out doing whatever and whoever he wanted. One night I
was lying in my bed and I received an anonymous call, it turned out
to be Tanya. “Hi Vanessa, I wanted to talk to you about Lou, why
did you break up with him?” I then went on to tell her she had
wanted him for years so why wasn’t she happy I’d given him to her.
She went on to tell me she was dating a deputy sheriff in the next
town over and that he was her baby’s father, not Lou. The heart
wants what it wants so for a short time I gave Lou another chance,
besides he was fantastic in the sack and he was my first and so far
only.

Then came the tragic night when Tanya was
ready to have her baby, she kept trying to call Lou but he wouldn’t
answer, once again I asked him if it was his baby, he stated no. So
later that night we went by his grandmother’s house to visit her
and Tanya and her mother were sitting there waiting in their car.
Upon getting out of her car she started crying and cussing then
questioned Lou “You’d rather be with this bitch than be with me
when I’m about to have your baby”? This is hilarious and insanely
sad at the same time since both she and Lou had insisted he was not
the father. However, now it was time and she wanted her child’s
father to go with her to the hospital especially since she was a
high-risk delivery due to a pre-existing condition.

This dose of reality became even more real,
which I didn’t think was possible when Tanya’s mother jumped out of
the car and ran up to me yelling. She proceeded to cuss me out and
then took it to a physical level by poking me in my chest. Now I am
by no means a trouble starter but I will not allow myself to be
assaulted without defending myself. I stood there thinking this is
crazy I’m 23 years old about to get into a fight with this 50 year
old lady who should be upset with her daughter but instead is
taking it out on me. You see Mrs. Rollings was upset that Tanya
wouldn’t get back in the car and go to the hospital since they
believed she was in labor and as it turned out she was. That night
I knew there would be no more Vanessa and Lou. I was done, so much
for having a one and only. Anyway, Tanya had Lou’s daughter, she
was born prematurely and suffered from a host of health issues and
to this day Tanya has stayed with Lou, eventually marrying him
while he was incarcerated. The funny thing is that although she is
now Lou’s wife she still always comes second to whatever new woman
Lou is seeing and goes around still trying to fight over him.
Whenever, I run into them, I just smile at the bullet I dodged
because just think I too could have been Mrs. Lou Waters.(LMAO)

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Chapter
3 Paper Perfect

My next relationship was with a very nice,
maybe even too nice guy named Stanley. The name probably conjures
up a visual of a very nerdy guy and he was a little nerdy. This was
my first and last workplace relationship. Stanley was an average
looking guy who asked me out one day after I engaged in a
conversation with him at a party thrown by another co-worker. I was
really just trying to be nice to Stanley because I noticed he spent
a lot of time by himself during the party not really fitting in
with the other guys from our company. It had been over a year since
I’d broken up with Lou and I had been on a few dates but things
never went further. It had taken all of that time and maybe even
more for me to heal from breaking up with my first love. Stanley
was totally different from Lou and all the guys I was usually
attracted to. I won’t say that I liked bad boys but I did like men
that had an edge to them.

Unfortunately, Stanley was as round as he
could be, he definitely had no edges about him. So although I was
prepared to say no to going on a date with him, I thought to myself
maybe I needed to try something different and before I knew it, I
had said yes to a date with Stanley Yates. Our first date told the
story of what a relationship would be like with us. Stanley showed
up promptly to pick me up and I kept him waiting for thirty
minutes. I had decided we should go bowling instead of a movie
since it would give us a better opportunity to get to know each
other than a movie would. After bowling Stanley took me to a very
nice restaurant. Over the next two months, I continued to go on
“nice” dates with Stanley where the furthest we had gone physically
had been him getting the nerve to start kissing me on the lips
goodnight. To say I was concerned whether or not there would be any
physical connection between us was an understatement. Due to
Stanley’s nice and proper ways I knew I would have to be the one to
initiate further physical activity.

On our 15th date after coming back from a
comedy show I let Stanley come into my place and before the night
was over into me as well. So we were sitting on my couch watching
TV when I started to kiss Stanley. This time I made sure the kiss
was really intense and made sure my 36DD’s were pressing up against
him. To this day I laugh when I think about it, Stanley was like a
16 year old boy getting his first shot at sex and scared to death
he might do anything to mess it up. With my breast pressed against
him I felt his lips start trembling, so I climbed on top of him and
sat in his lap with our faces touching. It may seem weird but his
reaction seemed to turn me on, I had a lot of experience with one
man and he had very little experience with several women. I knew
immediately I was going to rock Stanley’s world and while he was
already doing a lot for me after tonight he would be at my beck and
call.

I begin grinding my hips while sitting on
Stanley’s lap and quickly felt a rise from Stanley. This definitely
encouraged me more so I kissed Stanley all over his face like only
a good girl would. Then like the naughty girl I was, I reached down
and began rubbing his cock area. This served a dual purpose,
Stanley seemed like he was about to lose control from it and I was
able to judge the size of his cock. After having been with a
9incher like Lou I couldn’t imagine sex with an itty bitty man. It
appeared Stanley didn’t quite measure up to Lou but I could
definitely work with it. Before Stanley knew what was happening I
had pulled my blouse off and he was staring at my DD’s like a kid
trying to choose between cake and cookies. “Do you like what you
see?” I said. Stanley could barely talk but managed to get out “Oh
yes”, “Well take off my bra!” I said with a coy smile. Stanley’s
eye’s seemed to triple in size but he managed to put his hands
behind my back and started unhooking my bra. I really wished I had
worn a front hook bra since Stanley seemed to be struggling with
the hooks. I remained patient and used the time to start lifting
his polo shirt over his head. I began kissing and biting his neck
then rapidly went down to his nipples and began to alternate
between circling them with my tongue and flicking my tongue back
and forth against them. “Awwww, Awwww” Stanley began to moan after
finally getting my bra off, and then he awkwardly attacked my
breasts with his mouth.

Unfortunately, I realized this would truly
be a teaching session, where I had been used to having a sexual
vibe with my partner where we were just in sync. “Go slow baby I
love the way your tongue feels on my breast” then I was like
“Alternate between sucking and biting my nipples, I like a little
pain with my pleasure.” At least Stanley was a good pupil because
he did exactly what I said and managed to make it feel pretty good
in the process. I felt like some kind of instructor but knew
Stanley was still a man so I would have to be careful with his ego
or he wouldn’t be able to perform well. I proceeded to unzip his
pants thus freeing his fully erect penis the only problem was that
Stanley’s penis had a serious curve. This meant I would have to
make some adjustment to my position on his lap, so I moved slightly
more to the right in the direction of his curve. “Do you have a
condom?” I asked. He said yes and fumbled to take it out of his
wallet. I immediately opened it slightly stretching the tip to
ensure we were fully protected. I proceeded to put it on him and
quickly inserted his crescent like penis into me.

His penis felt really good inside me, I
think the curve worked in his favor. I moved up and down slowly
making sure to grind my mound into him each time as I came down.
Stanley began sucking my breast again as I leaned back pressing my
flat palms into his shoulders. Surprisingly, I was enjoying this,
it certainly wasn’t the unbridled passion I had experienced with
Lou but it felt pretty damn good. After 20 minutes of alternating
between slow grinding and fast humping, I started to lift up so
that I could reposition myself facing away from Stanley. While I
was making my adjustment Stanley asked “Can I please taste you?”
that question almost ruined it for me. I was disappointed that he
didn’t just pick up my lower body and pull my wet twot to his face
instead of asking if he could taste me then laying me down on the
couch to do it. I didn’t want to discourage Stanley so I just went
along with it, and unfortunately his oral game required coaching as
well. It’s really hard to try and present a good girl image while
telling someone ”Slow down, More Pressure, and Hold it right There.
In the middle of giving commands I had to simultaneously pray that
he wouldn’t literally eat my vagina while trying to prove himself.
I finally grew impatient but told Stanley I couldn’t wait to have
him back inside of me and I proceeded to get up and bend over
headfirst into the couch. I had two ideas in mind with going into
this position, first I wouldn’t have to watch the extremely eager
look on Stanley’s face and second I thought being behind me might
loosen him up allowing him to get buck wild the way I liked it.
Mission accomplished, Stanley felt a lot more in control from the
back and began pounding me so hard I thought I would be pushed
through the couch. Stanley’s curvy penis managed to find my G-spot
easily and that made me cum so hard I thought I wouldn’t be able to
cum again. Once I had cum Stanley uttered “That’s what I was
waiting for, now it’s my turn” and with a few quick thrusts he did
just that.

It seemed throughout our relationship
Stanley was always waiting for me and I was constantly testing the
limits of his patience. On paper Stanley was a great catch,
financially stable, he treated me like a queen and his patience
with me seemed to have no end. Of course though that wasn’t enough
for me, I felt the relationship lacked real passion. Consequently,
I found myself testing Stanley to see if he had any buttons that I
could push. Believe me at twenty-four and still a bit immature
pushing buttons was quite easy for me. There were times when
Stanley should have been upset with my behavior and the lack of
consideration I showed him but he would always tell me no problem
and state he wasn’t mad. There was one particular time where I was
supposed to go to dinner with him at his parents’ house and he had
been reminding me for a week that we had to be on time because his
parents were very particular about things like that. Well Stanley
showed up to pick me up and found that I wasn’t home when I arrived
a full hour late, not even dressed for the occasion it looked like
the vein on the side of his head was going to burst. I gave an
insincere apology that came with a bogus excuse and he bent over
and kissed me stating “It’s okay, I could never be mad at you.”
Stanley’s words were completely contrary to his facial expression.
At that moment I knew another relationship was biting the dust.