by Zane
I didn’t budge.
“It’s just that money’s kind of tight for me right now. You’ve seen my ride.”
“I’ve seen and practically been cut up by your ride,” I replied, referring to the hole in my pants.
“I got a J-O-B, but it’s hard to get hooked up with something major when you’ve just got out.”
“Got out?” Now that comment warranted my attention. “Got out of where? Prison?”
“Yes. I only got out a couple months ago. Didn’t Boom tell you?”
“No, the hell she didn’t. What were you in prison for?”
“My boyz and I got messed up in slanging dope, thinking we were the shit and untouchable. In fact, we called ourselves the Untouchables. We were running smack out a rowhouse in Southeast. That shit grew old quick and we all went down; one way or the other.”
“What’s that mean?”
“That means that three of us went to jail and five of us went to the cemetery.” He shoved his hands in his pockets—thank the Lawd—and started looking down at the ground in an effort to avoid eye contact. “Much as I hated getting locked up, I’m one of the lucky ones. At least I still have breath in my body.”
There I was faced with a dilemma; all because of my destructive habit of wearing my heart on my sleeve. I could’ve gone home, telling Conquesto thanks but no thanks for the date, or I could stay, grin, and bear it. My dumb ass stayed.
I ended up paying not only for my ticket, but his also. I even shelled out about twenty dollars on concessions. Everything had to be individual. Sharing popcorn and candy was out, for obvious reasons.
The movie was hilarious. I was all into it until Conquesto started trying to feel me up. I felt his hand on my thigh and knocked it off. Could he take a hint? Not if you drew “Don’t fucking touch me!” with a marker on your forehead. He kept trying to get me to lean over the armrest enough for him to kiss me. I told him I didn’t kiss on the first date; not ever. That’s what those lying ass heifers always try to say on television dating shows about five minutes before the camera catches them locking tongues with the person they’d spoken that bullshit to. Yeah right! If they could say it with a straight face, so could I; except I wouldn’t become a hypocrite and go back on my word.
When we arrived back at my building, I fully intended to have Conquesto drop me off out front. I was confident there wouldn’t be any parking spaces at that time of night for blocks. Wrong! There was one right in front. He didn’t waste a second grabbing it either.
“Can I come up and use your bathroom?” he asked, looking for justification to get in my crib.
“I thought you went before we left the Cineplex?”
“I did, but that large soda really did me in. How many ounces was it, anyway?”
“I haven’t a clue, but the sodas at theaters are gigantic now. I guess that’s why they can get away with the outrageous prices.”
“I never thought about it like that.”
“Do you ever think about washing your hands?” I couldn’t help myself. I had to know.
“Huh? Excuse me?”
“I noticed you didn’t wash your hands when you used my bathroom earlier. Frankly, I find that disgusting. So, if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer for you to find a restroom somewhere else.”
“That’s really fucked up!” he lashed out at me, his bottom lip quivering like he wanted to punch me dead in the face. “I take you out and you start dissin’ me and shit!”
“You drove, yes. However, as far as I’m concerned, I took you out because I paid for everything. Comprende?”
“Fine, whatever, hoe!”
Oh, no he didn’t go there!
“Hoe?” I was steamed, but tried to turn it around on him. After all, I was far from a hoe so his words were irrelevant. I snickered at him. “This evening has been interesting, but I’ve heard and seen enough. Goodnight.”
I got out of his car and walked under the awning to the front door of the building. Before I could get my keys out, Conquesto had jumped out the car and lurked up behind me.
“I’m sorry, Rayne.”
Umph, umph, umph! He actually thought that line was going to fly twice in one night! Not even!
“I was out of line for calling you a hoe. Rayne, I’m used to people hardballin’ me so I hardball back. It’s rough in the joint.”
“I can imagine, but I hope to never find out,” I replied honestly.
“Can I see you again?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I decided to be polite, turned around, and shook his hand. I planned to scrub the skin off my hand the second I got up to my place. “Thanks for the evening. Tell Boom I’ll see her on Thursday.”
I wanted to end the date on a pleasant note. After all, good hairdressers, ones that don’t chop off half your head when you ask for a trim and ones that don’t burn your scalp when they put in perms, are hard as hell to find.
Conquesto finally decided to give up. “Well, you take care, Rayne. I’m sorry if I offended you in some way.”
“It’s cool, Conquesto.”
I got the door open, leaving it ajar long enough to watch him back to his car.
“Say, Rayne, you have any girlfriends that might be interested in a smooth ass brother like me?” He grabbed his dick through his trousers. “I’m hung like a motherfucker, too. Wanna see my schlong?”
“That’s quite alright.” I suppressed a laugh, wondering if the idiot would be stupid enough to really pull out his dick on M Street.
“Well, what about one of your fine friends?” He continued to pester me.
Then I ran a roster through my head of all the women I knew; wondering if there was someone I wanted to pay back for some dirt they had done to me. No one came to mind.
“Sorry, Conquesto, all the ones I know are already hooked up. Maybe Boom can hook you up with another one of her clients.”
I disappeared into the building, ready to break dance. The night was finally over. Part of me wanted to call Boom at home and lay her out; even though it was after midnight. She was probably out clubbing anyway. Besides, I had some skin scrubbing to do.
“That’s what you fucking get!” Chance squealed into the phone at me when I told her what had happened the next morning.
“Chance, it’s Sunday. No swearing on the Lord’s day.”
“Get off the religious tip. You haven’t been to church since we were fifteen.”
I finished rolling up the cord to my vacuum and placed it inside the linen closet. I’d been cleaning up all morning, paying extra special attention to my toilet. I yawned into the phone. I was truly exhausted.
“You’re right, Chance, and I’ve been thinking about that. We both need to start going back to church. This simply isn’t right.”
“You were never a steady in a pew. Why are you tripping now?”
“Quit! You know I used to go with you and your folks and your fifty-eleven siblings on a regular basis. Speaking of which, how is the Martinez clan?”
“Everything’s kosher. Ruiz decided to tie the knot again.”
“Damn, really?” I asked in dismay.
Ruiz had divorced his first wife, after he’d caught her cheating on him. I have to admit that I wasn’t torn up about it—after all he’d taken my virginity and then patted me on the head—but part of me had kind of hoped we’d end up together someday since he was single again. Good thing he was safely tucked away in another state or I would’ve definitely embarrassed myself by running after him. Chance’s parents and younger siblings came to visit her about twice a year but never stayed long because she had an efficiency and the decent hotels in D.C. were too pricey for them to swing more than a couple of nights.
“Now who’s swearing?” Chance asked sarcastically. She’d asked me a few times why I seemed so bitter toward Ruiz but I’d never confessed our little “boning episode” and never would.
“You’re right. My bad,” I stated calmly. “I’m emotionally torn up over this. You know I have a t
hing for Ruiz.”
“Yeah, me and the whole world.” Chance folded her arms in front of her.
“I guess I’ve been rather obvious about it, huh?” I chuckled. “It’s just that he’s so, so, so—”
“Rayne!” Chance exclaimed. “I’d rather not hear any sexy talk about my brother. That’s plain ole nasty. Besides, I know you. You’re trying to change the subject. Not working this time, chica.”
“You think you know me? I have more game than the Chicago Bulls.”
“And you’re full of more bullshit, too.”
“Okay, so I don’t want to discuss last night anymore.” I sighed. “I told you all the lurid details already. I’m going to plop down on the sofa and catch the Redskins game.”
“Who are they playing today?”
“Philly. Should be a hell of a game, too.”
Chance giggled. “You and your football. Who ever heard of a female football fanatic?”
“There are tons of women into football. NFL.com even has a special section for women sports fans now.”
“Why do I get the distinct impression you’ve been there a time or two?”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “Let me run, girl. See you at the bank tomorrow.”
“Later, Rayne.”
I went into my bedroom, got a king-sized pillow off my bed, came back into the living room, and laid down on the sofa. I reached for my Dallas Cowboys fleece throw. I watched the Skins but I was a Cowboy all the way when it came to the playoffs and the two teams squaring off. All I needed was that NFL Total Ticket, but the tenants association of my building had placed a ban on satellite dishes. I loved my apartment, but the love of football had me on the brink of considering home ownership. Then I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
Ten
Yardley
I never made it into the bank that Monday. My intentions were to head that way and find out all I could about Rayne Waters. However, before Lisa could get the deposits in order, I received a shocking telephone call. Roxie, the number one stunna, the woman I’d fantasized about throughout high school even after she’d caught me with Angel the hooker, called me out of the blue and asked me to lunch. There was no way I was rejecting her. Felix and Mike had both seen her recently and swore she was the finest thing walking.
I met her at B. Smith’s in Union Station at noon. She was easy to spot. All I had to do is search for a little slice of heaven. She was still classy. She still had the wavy black hair and the sensuous brown eyes, but there was more. Roxie looked mature, as we all did, but there was still something more. Roxie looked like she could make a man have a seizure in bed. She had the look the brothers and I refer to as “DS.” Yes, Roxie was definitely a DS. Roxie had turned into a dick slayer. It was written all over her pretty ass face.
We stood there in the entryway, hugging and admiring each other’s new look, until the hostess was ready to seat us at a cozy table by a window.
“Roxie, I can’t get over how great you look,” I said, continuing to shower her with compliments like I had been for the past ten minutes. “When I heard you were back in town, I was hoping we’d run into each other at some point. I never expected you to call, but I’m sure glad you did.”
Roxie gave me the eye. The I-know-I-can
-wrap-your-ass-around-my-little-finger-if-I-want-to eye. The one all women that are fine, who realize they are fine, dole out from time to time.
“How’d you know I was back from Minnesota, anyway?” she asked.
“Felix and Mike. They said they ran into you at a charity function.”
“Yes, now I remember,” she replied, a slight giggle escaping her sexy ass lips. I’m not sure what hue of lipstick she was wearing, but it was definitely doing her justice. I had to keep my mouth shut to prevent the drool from coming out. “They were at the benefit for the Washington Hospital Center. Why weren’t you there? Aren’t you a doctor?”
“Chiropractor. I didn’t go because I was under the weather that night. I hooked Felix and Mike up with the tickets I’d planned to use. They’re always interested in helping out the needy.”
That was a straight-up lie. Felix and Mike swiped those tickets from me because they knew there would be a lot of fine, eligible sisters at the event.
“Well, I hope you weren’t too ill. I’d hate to see you lose any stamina; especially now. You might need it later today.”
I’d instructed my dick to stay down on the way over to the restaurant. I had given him a lecture to that effect. “No matter how good she looks, Dick, stay the hell down.” Once Roxie made that sexual innuendo, Dick said, “Fuck you, Yardley! Better yet, let’s both fuck her! Let’s get ready to rumble!”
We had a magnificent lunch, but the dessert was a hundred times better. I took Roxie to my penthouse and wore her ass out. I’d waited more than a decade to smoke her boots, and the wait was well worth it. Roxie did things to me they don’t even show on the Playboy channel; things I’d only heard rumors about. Yes, she was a dick slayer and then some. The look is always a dead giveaway.
It all played out like something from a late-night movie on Cinemax–Skinamax as the fellas call it because of all the tits and ass they can see on any given night after midnight. Roxie slipped out of her red two-piece suit less than a minute after we’d walked into my penthouse. The only words preceding her quick exit from clothing were “nice place.” Before I could thank her, her blazer was already off, exposing this red lace bra that could’ve only been described as “lovely.” Her breasts were even lovelier as she slipped the bra straps down off her shoulders with one hand and unfastened the clasp behind her back with the other. I was gauging her to be about a C-cup, which meant she’d gotten a little top heavier since high school. The fellas and I used to always bet on bra cup sizes for certain girls back in our immature years. Once one of us had actually made out with a girl—normally that meant someone other than me because I did very little in high school, period—they’d come back and report the actual cup size after examining the label in the girl’s bra. No one had ever gotten the opportunity to see Roxie’s bra but we could tell she was a B-cup. She was the same size as three other girls Felix had bedded down for sport.
I was admiring her breasts while she continued to provocatively undress. I licked my lips as she dropped her skirt, exposing a pair of red lace thongs that matched her bra. Damn, she was sexy as hell!
I stopped her there, picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. After I laid her on the bed, I said, “I want to take the rest off. I’ve waited years for this. Allow me to relish it.”
She grinned. “Okay, but Yardley…”
“Yes?”
“I can’t go on until I tell you that I’ve always wanted you. That night, at your birthday party, I was planning to go all the way with you. I’d spent hours getting ready, making sure my body was prepared for your taking. I’d even masturbated so my pussy juices would be marinated for you, for your touch.”
Shit! I thought. I missed out on all that and possibly more than a decade of good loving because of a hooker named Angel with musty feet!
While she continued talking and playing with her nipples, my dick got even harder than it already was—something I didn’t deem physically possible. I traced my fingertip down the side of her panties and slipped it under the lace. I dipped it inside her vagina, took it out and licked it. “Did you do that today, before we met for lunch? It damn sure tastes marinated to me.”
Roxie giggled. “No, now it’s seasoned pussy. All things get better with age; contrary to what some men believe who always want to trade their women in for younger models.”
“I agree,” I said. “It does get better with age.”
“So does dick,” she said, caressing my privates through my pants. “I bet you have a nice, sweet, juicy dick. Um, it feels like it’s about what, nine inches?”
“Give or take a centimeter,” I replied jokingly. “Want to see it?”
“Yes but only on one condition.”
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“What’s that?”
“That we devour each other for a full hour before we fuck.”
“An hour?” I asked in shock. I’d eaten my share of pussy in my day, but never for an hour. “An entire hour?”
“Yes, an entire hour.” She sat up and started unbuckling my belt. “Now keep in mind that it means that I have to suck your dick for an hour; no matter how many times you come.”
“Shit! I might need some Viagra for this!”
We both laughed.
“Stand up,” Roxie said, climbing up on her knees as I obeyed and stood by my bed. She finished loosening my belt and began working on my zipper. She got my pants and boxers down and I stepped out of them as she began to stroke my shaft like a sister who knew what she desired. “Yardley…”
“Yes?”
“I have to warn you that I’m a woman with a strong sex drive. I’m not the same innocent, timid Roxie you knew in high school who was afraid to give it up. The one who was afraid to experiment. Now, I’m all about experimenting.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said as a wide ass grin spread across my face. Not only was the woman I’d always fantasized about in my bedroom, she was a straight-up freak. No man could possibly ask for more.
She fingered herself and placed her index finger up to my lips and slipped it inside so I could savor her flavor again.
“I’m serious, Yardley. I’m trying to have the real deal with you this time. I’ve been out there, in that meat market, dealing with trifling ass Negroes who only want to get themselves off. Women need to cum, too, and I’m not trying to play any more games. I need one man, a man who can fulfill my every desire, whenever and wherever. You feel me?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m definitely feeling you. Roxie, you don’t have to worry about a thing. After what happened that night at my party, when you saw that hooker the guys had hired, I was devastated.”
“So was I. Like I said, I was planning on making it a special night. Instead, all I got was a broken heart.”
