by
Lil AJ

_____ Shy and I met while we were in college. She had dreams of becoming a writer and I had dreams of working in the music industry. Music was my life. Managing, producing, writing...it didn't matter as long as I was working with music. In our third year I scores an internship with Ruff Ryders. Shy was more excited than I was. At first I didn't want to take it because the job was based in New York, which was a good distance from Miami where we lived. Shy thought I had lost my mind. "Tyla are you crazy? This is a once in a lifetime chance that may lead to something more than just an internship. Baby, take the job. I'll be fine I promise." How could she have been so right and so wrong at the same time? My internship led me to a permanent position with Ruff Ryders as a production manager. After graduation I would have to move to New York. Shy was a little unnerved bet she came up with a solution. "No problem Baby. I'll just come with you."
_____ After graduation Shy and I moved to New York. Everything was fine while I was stationary, but as time went on and my job took me on more and more assignments further and further away, Shy began to change. I fully understood how she felt because I was feeling the same thing. It would kill me to have to leave her but I had no choice. The thing that upset me was the fact that she knew what my job would entail when we got together and she still chose to be with me. After about two years I guess Shy just couldn't stand it any longer. I was away on another business trip when Shy called my hotel room.
_____"Tyla we need to talk." Her voice was strong but sad.
_____"Shy, what is it? What's wrong?" I asked.
_____"Tyla, I can't do this anymore. Its been two years since we've been in New York and if I've spent a solid year with you it's a miracle..."
_____I sat and listened with a lump in my throat as she continued.
_____ "...Tyla I love you. You know this. If I didn't I wouldn't have gone to New York with you. But Baby I need someone who is going to be in my life full-time. I've been feeling like I'm your vacation from work. Like..."
_____I cleared my throat. "Shy how can you say that? I do everything for you."
_____She breathed a heavy sigh. "Yeah Tyla you do. When you're here. That's the problem. You're hardly ever here. I can't deal with this having a part-time wife shit. I come home to an empty house, cook my own meals, eat alone, and then go to sleep in an empty bed. That would be all fine and good if I was single, but I'm not."
_____I couldn't believe the shit she was saying. We had been together for five years. How could she just throw it away?
_____ "Shy, you knew what my job entailed. Why did you wait five years to tell me this? Ever since college you knew that whatever I decided to do had a great probability that I would be gone often. Why did you bother? And I know you can't possible think that this is easy for me. City after city. Hotel after hotel. Nothing is personal. Everything is business. I would much rather be home with you than on the road as much as I am but Baby I can't. This is my career. My dream."
_____Another sigh. This one sounding more agitated than the last. "Exactly Tyla. Your career. Your dream. Not mine. Its your career that's keeping us apart and putting this strain on us. Look ok, I've thought about this many times while you were gone, and so I'm sure you have an idea of how much this has been on my mind. I need something stable and this isn't it. I've found a new place and by the time you get back into town next week I'll be gone."
_____The tears came flooding down my face. "Shy..."
_____She cut me off. "Tyla, please don't make this any harder than it is. I love you. Always have, always will. Don't forget that. Goodbye."
_____She hung up. That was the last time I heard from her. When I got home that next week there was no trace of Shy except the scent she left on my pillow and the pain she left in my heart.
_____ Today marks the first anniversary of the day Shy walked out of my life. As I lay here in yet again another hotel room, I listen to Babyface tear my heart apart with "When Can I See You Again?" The tears stream down my face. A whole year has passed and I can still feel her touch, still smell her on my pillow, and still feel her breath on my ear as she whispers my favorite words..."Tyla, I love you."
_____ I need to have her here holding me, touching me. The more I think about her, the more I cry and the more my body calls for her. My nipples grow hard and I feel myself become wet. I close my eyes and spread my legs. I begin to explore my body just as Shy would...slow. I cross my arms over my chest and slide my hands over my shoulders and down my arms. I caress my thighs and bring my hands over my stomach and sides. As I make love to myself the satin of my gown brushes over my nipples and sends chills throughout my body.
_____Behind my closed eyes I see Shy's face. From the depths of my ears her voice seduces me. "Tyla, you don't need this." Eyes still closed, I sit up as if entranced and remove my gown just as Shy would...slowly, sensually, letting the satin stroke my body as the gown comes off. I lay back and let Shy take me. Although they are my hands, they are guided by my memories of Shy. No one could touch me like she touched me. Taking my breasts into my hands I begin to massage them. I lift my breasts and bend my head so I can suck and lick my nipples. With every flick of my tongue my pussy gets wetter. I can feel my juices flow harder and escape my body. Giving my nipples one last lick, I leave my breasts and become acquainted with the rest of my person.
_____I let Shy guide me over the indentation of my waist, the flatness of my stomach, and the curves of my hips. I make my way to the inside of my thighs and spread them apart. I breathe deeply to inhale my scent just like Shy used to do before indulging in my sweetness. I carefully insert two fingers into my pussy taking the time to notice just how wet I am. "Mmmm." My nipples tingle and I shiver as I go deeper. I'm in my pussy up to my knuckles and I know I can go deeper. I ease my fingers out and bring them to my lips. Shy always made me taste myself. I spread my cream over my lips and lick it off before taking all of my two fingers into my mouth. I suck slow and hard until my fingers are clean.
_____I slide my saliva soaked fingers down my body and remember Shy's touch. By this point she would start to be rough. I imitate her and let her take me over once again. I pinch my clit to simulate Shy biting it. Roughly I jam three fingers up inside me and I fukk myself as hard and as deep as I can. My juices are flowing down my hand more and more with each thrust. I wish I could go deeper. I love how Shy feels inside my stomach. Maybe I can get deeper if I was on my knees. I turn over and bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams and moans. I scream Shy's name over and over as I fukk myself harder and deeper.
_____I balance myself on my forehead as I reach around to play with my ass just like Shy used to do when she was fukking me from behind. I insert my finger into my ass and the sensation is overwhelming. I could've cum right then but I know how Shy likes me to hold it until I can't tale it anymore. Until I beg her to let me cum. I'm riding all three fingers in my pussy and the one in my ass hard. "Shy...Baby, please...can I cum?" I call out.
_____I hear her voice echo in my head. "No. Ride that shit girl." I let out a pleading moan but I don't protest. I bite my bottom lip and take what Shy is giving me. I let Shy's memory guide my fingers as I continue to fukk myself faster and harder.
_____The feeling has built up inside me to the point that I can no longer stand to hold it in. I have to let this go. "Shy...please...can I cum?" I beg.
_____Her voice echoes. "You sure you want to cum now?" I'm crying now from the pent up frustration. "Yes...please."
_____She laughs. "Aiigh. Go ahead and you better let that shit go hard." I cum for her harder than I ever have. I scream her name over and over into my pillow as I damn near break all four of my fingers and my wrists. I remove my finger from my ass so I can use my arm to brace myself as I continue to ride this wave of ecstasy. Once I finish cumming I remove my tired, dripping fingers from my pussy. I lick and suck my fingers, wipe them across my stomach, and collapse. I whisper softly. "Shy, I love you." Then I curl up and let the tears silently stream down my face before I fall asleep.
_____ **RIIINNNGGG** I reach over and turn off the alarm. Gotdammit. Seven AM already? I had exactly one hour to get ready before I had to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant to meet with the new writer Ruff Ryders hired for the production department. Since I was the production manager it was only logical that I handle the meeting.
_____I was hoping it wasn't some fresh out of college know it all. I hated working with them. They swear they know everything when in actuality they know less than shit. The company didn't tell me much about who I was meeting because they weren't sure themselves. There were a few candidates up for consideration at the time that I got the call in Chicago. I was on my way back to New York when Dee told me about the meeting. I would be flying into New York at night so I was to stay at the World Trade Center Marriott, have this funky ass business breakfast with whoever the Hell they decided upon, and then go home to take the rest of the week off. It was already Thursday but fukk it. That's an extra two days for me. Fair enough. The company pays for all my expenses so I can't complain.
_____I go into the shower to wash off the remnants of last nights little escapade. No need to go meet my new staff member smelling like raw sex. I dry off and get dressed. I grab all my papers and head downstairs with ten minutes to spare. The waiter ushers me to the reserved table and I set down my things. My contact isn't here yet so I go check myself over one last time. When I emerge from the bathroom I notice that my new employee has arrived. She has her back to me and she's reading over some papers so I can't see what she looks like from here. As I walk back to my table she comes into clear view. My jaw drops and my heart sinks to my stomach.
_____"Sh...Shy?" I stammered.
_____ "Good morning Tyla. It's been a long time. How have you been?"

THE END

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