Maureen Johnson and Joanne Jefferson. Who'd have thought those two could fall in love? They were as different as night and day. Maureen was the hot, firey soul that could not be tamed. Joanne was the quiet, reserved being who wanted to settle down and commit to one other person for the rest of her life. Put them together and you're just asking for disaster. Yet, they called it love and somehow managed to form it into a long term relationship.
It all began 3 years ago in a little cafe on the corner of Avenue B...
"I'll have an Organic Mesclun salad and a diet coke, please," the diva said, glancing up at the waiter as she gently folded her menu back, placing it in his out stretched hand. "I'll go place your orders," he said, walking off.
Maureen shifted uncomfortably in her chair, looking at Collins. "I hate this stupid diet I'm on. It's no good, but hey I'm diggin' the results," she said, looking down at her itty bitty belly. "Soon all my stupid fat will be bye-bye!" she said, pinching the small layer of skin with her fingers and waving at it with her other hand.
Shaking his head, the anarchist looked at her. "Mau, you're like this big," he said, holding up his pinky and squinting his eyes at it. "You don't need to lose any weight," he told her, shaking his head once again. "You're just crazy."
Maureen looked up to protest about her size when the door to the cafe opened, a small breeze blowing in as the bell above the door rang. Her eyes lit up as a mocha skinned beauty, only inches taller than herself stepped through the door. She studied her curves, hypnotized by her beauty.
"Mau... ?" Collins asked, looking at her funny. "Mau, sweetie? You still with me?" he asked, waving a hand at her.
"So gorgeous..." she trailed off, now in a completely daze, not even realizing how stupid she must have looked gazing all goo goo eyed at this woman while still hunched over, pinching her stomach.
Collins followed her eyes and caught sight of what had so badly distracted her. "Oh, I see," he grinned, watching the woman stroll past them to take a seat a table over from them. He immediately snapped his fingers in front of her face when the woman took notice of the brunette's stare.
"What?!" the diva barked at him.
"Hun, you we're drooling!" he remarked, pointing to the little bit of drool in the crevice of her lips.
"Ah, shit. Why didn't you tell me?!" she said, quickly grabbing her napkin and wiping it away.
"You're right though, she sure is a beauty," he said, smiling as he glanced once more in the woman's direction.
Maureen's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "I don't know what you mean," she replied, acting dumb.
He shot her a 'yeah right' look, followed by an eye roll earning him a lovely smack on the arm.
"Shh, I don't want her to think we're weird staring at her like hungry beasts," she said, her eyes still glued to her. She was so intrigued by this woman that it took every fiber of her being to force herself to look away, but she refused.
"Yeah, you're one to talk. You look like you could fuckin' pounce on her at any given moment and just fuck the shit outta her right there on her table," he teased, poking her arm.
"Wouldn't that be amazing? Oh, fuck. I don't even know if she likes pussy. What am I sayin'? Everyone likes my pussy," she said, grinning proudly at herself. "Ya think I should go talk to her?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from the woman to face Collins.
"Since you're so confident that everyone likes your pussy, then yes. I think you should. Hell, when you turns you down I'll get a nice laugh out of it," he joked, sitting back in his chair and smiling.
The drama queen ignored his last comment, standing up and fixing her attire, smoothing it out before casually walking over to her table, running her fingertips along the tile clad tables. "Mind if I take a seat?" she asked, flashing the well dressed lady a million dollar smile.