Frequently running away from home due to the obvious, I had experienced a lot. My first night out, I was robbed at gunpoint for my shoes. The next night I was kicked out of a twenty-four hour gas station for trying to sleep in the back isle. Knowing that my home life was as dangerous as the streets, I just stayed gone. As I sat on the bus stop in my dirty socks, a well dressed Mexican lady walked up offering me twenty dollars. I accepted, then she invited me to lunch. She gave off the impression of those sweet old ladies from church that always had a piece of hard candy in their purse. Once seated at the table of a hole in the wall restaurant, I helped myself to the free rolls inside a small dish on the table.
"What are you doing out here?" Pleasantly speaking to me as if she really gave a damn, the woman then introduced herself as Maria Tomeza. She had lost her fifteen year old daughter to the streets five years ago.
"Why don't you come home with me?" I agreed. What could this lady do that was worst than Mama?!
Once we arrived to the spacious three bedroom home. Maria took me to where my new room was. Though it was plain, basic white walls, beige bedspread and white mini blinds, I was grateful. It was a million times better than the rat hole I used to sleep in. Literally, there were rats crawling over me as I slept. I plunged on to the full size bed, forgetting my worries for the moment. This was the way life should have been for me growing up. Having a mother that chooses to love their child and not shooting up drugs. But then again, if Mama hadn't stayed so high all the time, I wouldn't have had so much freedom. She was a bitch when she was sober!
Everything about Maria's house was beautiful. Even the water felt like heaven. Stepping out of the walk-in shower, I tied the full body towel over my damp hair. Just then the door swung open.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Maria slammed the door quickly as she had caught me in the act of masturbating. There was no way I could explain that. Other than the fact that I was a woman and very open to my sexuality. I had seen so much and been through the worst. Masturbation was the least of my worries. Finishing up, I took the towel from my head and wiped my body with it. Walking to my room, I saw Maria washing dishes in the kitchen. I thought I'd put some clothes on first before approaching her.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that." Trying to make amends with my friend. Maria shook her head in disagreement.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm not used to someone being here." There was an awkward silence, then we changed the subject. Maria and I sat by the bay window sipping on green tea.
"I've had very bad experiences with men. I still like men, but they can scare me sometimes." Maria showed empathy by placing her hand on my knee. She shared a story about how she too was raped when she was a little girl.
"Dick is still good though, no matter what!" I had always claimed team dick, and always would. Maria just laughed at my silliness.
After dinner that night, Maria hung out with me in my new bedroom. We bonded more by watching music videos and surfing the Internet, which made me oblivious to my surroundings. Maria had knelt on the floor in front of the wooden antique rocking chair, where I sat. Before I knew it her hand was inside of my pink laced panties. The lace was to constricting for her wild fingers. Ripping all of my clothing off, Maria threw my legs over her broad shoulders. She placed two of her thick middle fingers inside of my vagina as far as they would go. Using her thumb to press my "panic button", Maria wrestled with my clitoris, forbidding to stop no matter how slippery her entire hand was. They wrestled as I rocked all the way back to the wall, placing my feet firm on the floor as cum poured over her hand like icing.
"That's how it's done." Maria was my new best friend. Even though she showed me how to masturbate the right way, she would never win the debate of team dick! No matter how many times a day she tried.