Tinuke My Love Episode 1

A lesbian Tale. If you’re homophobic please pass. Thank you

It was a cold night like always, having sex with Bidemi my rich bully of a boyfriend. Riding me under the influence of alcohol. His is one goal, to release is load.

"Ah, that was awesome, babe," exclaimed my boyfriend, Bidemi. His sweaty and hairy body rolled off of me and flopped to his side where he proceeded to fall asleep, just like he does every time we have sex.

I cringed and pulled the blankets over my body, keeping them tight around my neck. I always felt so used and unsatisfied whenever we made love. It was to the point where I didn't even call it that anymore. Everything about Bidemi pretty much repulsed me. His cigarette breath, chapped lips, hairy chest and smelly feet made me want to gag every time he came near me. The funny thing was that Bidemi had always been like that, I just never paid attention before.

I had decided that I just couldn't stay in the same bed with him with thoughts like that. So I quietly stepped out of the covers, grabbed my pink robe and headed downstairs. It was only ten o'clock so I turned on the television and curled up to watch some TV. I was flicking through the channels when I heard my blackberry phone ring on the kitchen counter. I ran and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Yemi?" It was my best friend and neighbour.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, why? Tinuke, is every thing alright?"

"Yes, my date was a flop so I wanted some girl time before I went home to mope."

I heard her laugh on the other end so it must not have been that bad.

"Everyday is girl time for you," I replied jokingly. Tinuke was a lesbian and she was proud of it, never pretended about it like most girls do.

"That's beside the point," she said and sighed.

"Fine, then I need some Yemi time. Sound better?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Tinuke was hardly ever serious. I often envied her lifestyle, so carefree and...single. Being around her sometimes made me despise being in a relationship.

"I'm outside your door, come let me in."

I ended the call and dashed toward the door. Sure enough, there she was, all dressed up and no where to go. Tinuke wore her hair in a pixie cut, she claimed that it was low maintenance and it went with every outfit. So far, she had been right. Everything she wore looked amazing on her. Even the tight jeans and fitted green leather jacket she wore at the moment.

"Hey, girlfriend," she greeted and gave me a hug. I felt like an old granny in my pink bath robe but I hugged her back. "So, got anything to drink?"

I rolled my eyes and led her to the kitchen where I grabbed us some beers. Tinuke eyed my ensemble with a disapproving look while trying to stifle a burst of laughter.

"Shut up," I warned her. She raised her eyebrows and pretended to look innocent.

"I was in bed."

"I'm not saying anything," she defended. "Except one thing-"

"Tinuke!" I squealed and half laughed.

"Seriously, why do you dress like you are in your fifties? You are twenty seven, Yemi. Wear some silk night gowns or something, geez."

I rolled my eyes again, something I do a lot around my best friend. "Why would I want to attract more attention from Bidemi?"

"Ah, yes, Bidemi," she recited. "

"Tinuke, please," I rubbed the bridge of my nose. She dropped all the joking and came to my side, pulling me into her arms.

"I'm sorry, babe. I know how much you want to quit this relationship."

I nodded and tried not to cry on her nice jacket.

"Sup," Tinuke said and pulled away to look at my face. "You know I'm here for you whenever you decide to go. I'm right next door and you can stay as long as you want."

I nodded again, on the verge of tears. Looking into Tinuke's face always calmed me though. I stared into her assuring eyes and waited to calm down. I just wished that I could be more like her; assertive, confident, beautiful, and just...know what I want.

"Come on," my best friend said and grinned.

"Let's go watch some movies."

"Okay," I replied and quickly wiped the stray tear that had escaped down my face.

Tinuke and I watch TV all night, curled up together under my grandmother's huge handmade quilt. Being with her was natural to me. She made everything better, funnier and easier.

The sun was shining in through the patio onto my face when I awoke the next morning. Tinuke was still under the quilt with me, crunched up and snoring loudly.

"Jesus, I should have known it was that mammoth of a woman," complained Bidemi as he stomped down the stairs.

"I thought a bear had broken into the house."

"Oh, sorry," I apologized through a yawn.

"Tinuke came over after you went to sleep. We stayed up watching TV."

"Whatever," he grumbled and turned to go back upstairs.

"If the lesbian is going to stay here all night she could at least hop in bed with us. That would be a treat."

Tinuke stirred then and rubbed her tired eyes.

"Dream on Bidemi," she muttered.

"I sleep with women for a reason."

Bidemi looked offended and slightly annoyed. "Oh yeah, too good for the cock?"

Tinuke burst out laughing.

"No, you disgusting pig, I prefer the silky skin and gentle touch of a beautiful woman."

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic and I hoped that Bidemi wouldn't get mad but he was already stomping up the stairs again muttering something that sounded like "You and me both".

"I don't know how you put up with that piece of shit," Tinuke told me.

I shrugged.

Tinuke stood and stretched her tall body. I didn't know how she fit on the couch with me with her long limbs, but she did.

"Well girlfriend, I'm out of here," she said and bent down to kiss my cheek.

"Call you later."

"Later, Nuke," I replied and waved to her as she shut the door behind her.

"Yemi!" called Bidemi from upstairs.

"Make me some breakfast, would you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure Bidemi."
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