An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 8: New Beginning

"Too much?" She said.

"A bit." We tried again but slower. I could feel her face wanting to press into mine. My lips were at her mercy. She kept going for a few seconds and then pulled away.

"Okay," she said and wiped the saliva off of her mouth. "I'm done."

"Are you?" She hummed and looked behind her to check to see if I was hard.

"Honestly, I could use another pounding."

"Why did you say it like that?" I said nervously laughing. "Was I not rough enough?"

"You could've been a lot more assertive if it was just us in the house."

"Wouldn't that hurt you?"

"Nope," she said, wagging her finger. "How did it feel inside?"

"It was warm, tight, smooth, yet frictionless like rubbing oil between my fingers," I said slowly.

"My walls are elastic."

"Elastic?!" I scoffed. I rolled my eyes. It sounded funny yet reasonable. The more I thought about it, the condom analogy had a second meaning. Condoms had some lubrication on them. Since she created her form of lube, I didn't need it. "You had this planned out from the start," I said. "You knew I wouldn't need a condom because of what your body did." She giggled with the biggest grin. "What other secrets do you have?"

"I can heal scarring," she said with her finger pointing to the left side of her head. "Remember the accident?" The gash was gone. There was nothing but skin left.

"How?"

"Mutant powers," she said in an exaggerated awe.

"You are something special."

"I know," she said after snuggling back on me. "I can also take seven inches like a champ too." Her dirty remark made me laugh. "Next time we should do it when no one is around."

"Yeah?"

"Being quiet was hard for me."

"Maybe we should get a place."

"Like a hotel?" I shook my head, no. "Then what?"

"An apartment." Her eyes opened wide.

"You," she stuttered. "You want me to live with you?"

"When I'm able to afford one."

"Seriously?" She said with her lips. She looked at me like I was bullshitting.

"Yes!"

Both of the women I met had apartments. Each building looked cozy and could fit a least one other person. Naomi's looked cheaper than Kat's, but I preferred the smaller rooms. It would be perfect for Yosefin and I. She could live carefree from all the shit that tried to bring her down. The possibilities of our imagination decorating our living space gave me butterflies. I wanted to find a place sooner rather than later. When I told her how I felt, she wasn't as eager as I was.

"Take your time, dude," she said, soothing the side of my face. "We are young and still trying to figure our lives out," she said then kissed me a few times. "Plus, I just moved in. I think I got several years before your parents kicked me out."

"I guess you're right."

"Let's take this slow, okay? I want these moments to last long so I can cherish them."

"You got it."

A new chapter bloomed halfway through the year. Yosefin's turmoil over her image ceased. She regained the self-love she had when she accepted her mutations were a part of her life. I became more of an extrovert. We explored new thrills, vacationed to interesting places in and out of state, explored more of our intimate side together, and continued to study together.

Yosefin's father barely spoke to her as the days went on. The only consistent contact she had with her family was through her mother. They kept tabs on each other a few days out of the week. The only time she went home was during special holidays and birthdays. Those visits didn't last more than an hour. The tension remained present but it never turned confrontational. I felt like her father understood he couldn't steer his daughter anymore to what he wanted. Plus, if it ever did, I would defend her in a heartbeat.

I went through an emotional toxic hell with Yosefin. It tested my patience thoroughly. I could have given up on many occasions, but thank god I didn't. We were an unlikely couple. Normal people would've separated to find more easy-going matches. Thankfully, it was the opposite for us. Thankfully, we kept coming back.