Fated Memories

I’d parked my Ninja in an alley off Cloverton Road and walked the three blocks over to Milton Avenue, keeping to the shadows as much as I could, hoping no one saw me and recognized me. I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and saw my fated destiny’s rental car parked outside Marsha Cunningham’s house’s separate garage. Knowing the Fates were still working on my side made me feel bolder and more courageous. I was confident that tonight would be the night.

So, now I stand outside the Tudor-style house, hidden in the bushes. I’ve been here for hours, watching, but my predestined love is still inside. I see her and Marsha sitting in the front room, talking over teacups. Alex, Marsha’s husband, hasn’t come in for the night and may be on one of his many business trips. It looked like I had a while to wait before my eternal beloved went to bed, so I settled in for a long stay.

There was a close call when Old Man Perkins's little shin-ting shu puppy, Mei-Mei, almost gave away my hiding place while they were taking a walk. Her collar must have been loose because she’d slipped it and the leash. She ran straight for me, and stopped right in front of me, licking my shoe. I tried to shoo her away, without drawing the old man’s attention to me. Dame Fortune was still on my side because Perkins must not have been wearing his hearing aids and he didn’t have his glasses. He overlooked me and called her back without a problem, going on his way.

Finally, I could return to watching for my reincarnated soulmate and the moment of our foreordained meeting. During the short time I messed with Mei-Mei, my predestined destiny had left the front room and gone upstairs to the bedroom she was using while staying with the Cunninghams. I could see her silhouette through the curtain on the window as she changed into her pajamas for the night. As she lifted her arms to remove her bra, I felt myself stirring, and growing painfully hard. The feeling was exquisite, and I wished she’d open her curtains so I could see what she looked like bare of clothes.

I still had to wait for Marsha to go upstairs to bed before I could make a move. I didn’t want any witnesses, and I could see her downstairs, straightening up the front room. Soon, she sat down and appeared to be waiting for something, but I wasn’t sure, so I allowed my mind to roam over how fortuitous I’d been of late.

Never in a million years had I thought I’d be so lucky to face my destiny twice in one reincarnated life, let alone three times. Yet here I was, watching my third predetermined nemesis. I whispered thanks to the star I had been born under for granting me this rare blessed occurrence. Somehow, if I don’t handle this right, the stars won’t grant me this chance again in another incarnation.

As I sit and watch Freda-Terri-Melody-My Muse’s outline brush its luxurious hair, feeling myself grow hard, I allow my mind to flash back to other memories. I remember seeing Aunt Meredith for the first time, her long lush mahogany brown hair smelling like gardenia as she picked me up in her graceful arms and promised to love me always. Then my aunt’s skin felt soft like velvet as she danced with me at our prom, and how much trouble I had hiding my erection that night upon seeing her in an evening gown. Then later that same night, my aunt’s lips yielded as I kissed her for the first time, as I took her breast in my hand.

These memories of my Aunt Meredith and more flood my mind, causing my groin to ache even more. Trying to dampen the memories once they started was impossible. It was like a damn had burst, and a flood was happening. Past echoes of life speed through my thoughts like photographs converted to film. Recollections flow so rapidly that they jumble together, a mess of forgotten impressions.

Thoughts of Freda-Terri-My aunt lying with beautiful mahogany brown hair spread around her head, and supple arms across her ample chest. Her kissable bow-shaped lips were ready to be kissed. Her pliant body is softly held in mine, while I inhale the sweet smell of gardenias. The savory taste of her blood on my blade as I wipe it across my tongue. The remembered sensation of ecstasy as I jerk off in the shower, recalling all that the stars said I could do to my reincarnated one.

As I look up at the window, watching as my eternal flame turns off the light, I recognize that our time is near. I can see Marsha turning off the lights downstairs, and soon she will head upstairs to bed herself. I am impatient for our predestined appointment, so I wait.