In The Company of My Sistahs

by Angie Daniels

  “What you got ain’t worth a round two.” She laughed and Lavina joined in.

  RD got pissed off. “Fuck both y’all dykes. That’s why brothas are dumping sistah for white women, ’cause y’all don’t know what the hell y’all want.”

  “Yo, RD. What’s going on?”

  He glanced up to find Clayton and Renee standing beside them.

  “Nothing, man. Ain’t shit over here worth my time.” He pushed past them and moved over toward the bar.

  “Y’all ladies all right?” Clayton asked.

  “Yeah, we’re cool,” Nadine said.

  Clayton dropped a hand to Renee’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get me something to drink. Nadine, you seen Kayla?”

  She tilted her head to the left of the room. “Yeah, she’s over there.”

  He excused himself. Lavina went to speak to her sister.

  Nadine turned to Renee. “What you doing all up on Kayla’s man?”

  Renee tossed her braids over her shoulder. “Gurl, we were just dancing.”

  “Shit, you might as well been fucking.”

  “I can’t help it if Kayla’s ass don’t know how to work it. Besides, Clayton asked me to dance. Look, I’m fin to go get me a drink.”

  Chapter 57

  RENEE

  Nadine’s got a lot of nerve questioning me. What I should have did, was asked her what the hell was she doing dancing with some woman. Shit, they looked like a pair of dykes, if you ask me.

  All I was doing was dancing. Nothing more. Shit, I am so over Clayton and have already moved on to something better. Okay, maybe I am lying. A part of me still finds Clayton’s ass attractive and I definitely wouldn’t mind getting with him, but like I said before, I’ll pass. Who am I to stand in the way of his relationship with Kayla, and I must say the two of them do look happy together. Hopefully her dumb ass won’t fuck it up.

  It was almost eleven o’clock when I spotted Solomon coming through the door. I don’t know why but my heart sped up a beat when his eyes zeroed in on me. He threw me a smile from across the crowded room.

  I practically ran to meet him halfway. “I didn’t know if you were going to show up.”

  He reached for my hand. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  I shrugged. “Because when I left a message with your partner at the dock, I wasn’t sure if he’d give it to you.”

  He smiled. “Now you do.”

  I gave him a hug and immediately felt the pull of his sex appeal. He made my pulse race, my coochie wet.

  The music changed to something slow, and taking charge of the moment, he led me out onto the floor. Together we moved to the beat and I must say the brotha has got skills. He held me tight in the circle of his arms. I closed my eyes and inhaled his masculine scent, making me more lightheaded than any glass of tequila. I felt giddy and happy. Now I knew how Cinderella felt after she met the prince.

  We danced three songs before he offered me a drink. We moved over to the bar and he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “I like you, Renee.”

  “I like you, too.” Boy, did I like him. His accent was so sexy, already my nipples were getting hard just thinking about last night, and if my coochie got any wetter I was going to have to remove my panties and wring them suckers out.

  Solomon ordered us each a margarita and we stood off to the right and bobbed our heads as we sipped our drinks. He moved against the wall and I leaned back against his strength. Words weren’t needed. Being in his company was more than enough. I was smiling inside because I had finally met someone I really liked. Not just the sex, even though sex is important. Not to mention the brotha definitely had mad skills. But it was more than that. It was the way he looked, the way he acted, and the way he dressed.

  Tonight Solomon was wearing a Rocawear shirt and jeans and Timberland boots and looked sexy as hell. I mean damn good. I didn’t know Rocawear was a universal fashion, but Jamaican men dressed and acted just like my American brotha. It was the accent that separated the two.

  “You look sexy tonight,” he said as if he could read my mind.

  “So do you.”

  The deejay changed to a new Sean Paul cut and the crowd went wild. These three Jamaican women were dancing their asses off. If I could move like that, damn, there would be no stopping me. We watched the others on the dance floor until we finished our drinks.

  “Come on, let’s go.” Solomon took my hand and then he led me out of the building and down the street. When we reached his moped, he released a small green blanket that was secured to a small basket in back. He tucked it under his arm and moved back over to the sidewalk.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Somewhere away from the noise and the smoke.”

  I chuckled inwardly and quickened my pace as we moved around the block. Wherever he was taking me was close enough to walk.

  Solomon draped an arm loosely around my shoulders. As we walked, he told me that tomorrow he was going to visit his younger brother, whom he was overly protective of. Once a month he tolerated his father’s verbal abuse long enough to spend a couple of hours with his brother. There was something about the compassion in his voice when he spoke about his sibling relationship that made my heart swell. He asked me about my family and I told him about Lisa and Andre. I liked that he didn’t interrupt nor did he try to change the subject. Instead he listened and asked intelligent questions. He was bright, with a witty sense of humor, while still managing to have a rough edge about him that drove me crazy.

  At the next corner we turned and walked down a flight of steps onto a sandy beach. A little farther down the shore was the back view of Margueritaville. Even in the distance I could hear Usher’s “Let It Burn.”

  When we reached close to the shore, Solomon dropped my hand. He unfolded the blanket and spread it out across the sand. I stood and watched as he removed his boots, then stood on top of the blanket.

  “Come here.”

  I slipped my feet out of my shoes and moved to stand on the blanket in front of him.

  I was wearing a simple spandex dress. No zippers. No buttons. He slid it up and over my head.

  “Next time, don’t wear any panties.”

  Shit, if I hadn’t worn any panties, I would have had wet shit running all down between my legs.

  I watched as he removed his own clothes. I gazed down at his erected package hidden behind his boxer brief and licked my lips. Didn’t nothing turn me on more than a sexy mothafucka in boxer brief. Everybody isn’t equipped to wear them, but Solomon definitely was.

  “Have you ever made love on the beach?” he asked.

  “Nope,” I quickly answered. No, really, I haven’t.

  He smiled, looking quite pleased with my answer. “Good, then tonight will be your first time.”

  That’s what I love about him. John always asks permission to make love to his wife, which sickens the fuck out of me, while Solomon has a dominant this-is-my-pussy-and- I’m-taking-it-whenever-the-fuck-I-want-to attitude.

  He lowered me onto the blanket and commenced to suckling my nipples. He told me what he was going to do before he did it. I love a brotha that talks to me the entire time. It was a slow, teasing move that had me squirming beneath him. When he finally slid my panties down my hips and told me he was going to eat my pussy, I kid you not, I squirted all in that brotha’s mouth. Solomon ate like he was a starving man. I raised my hips up so that he could get every morsel. Finally, when I could not take any more, he rose and removed his boxers. Damn, his dick was brick hard.

  “Baby, open your legs wide because I’m getting ready to give you all this.” He then positioned himself between my legs and paused. “How bad do you want it?”

  “Bad, really bad,” I whimpered.

  “Then come and get it.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I raised my hips and gasped when I felt him slide all ten inches inside of me, filling my coochie to capacity.

  “Now drape your legs over my shoulder.” />
  I did as he said and he took over from there. I felt every wonderful inch. His strokes were long, deep, and powerful. Thank goodness there was no one else on the beach. I chanted his name over and over. When I finally came, I screamed so loud they could have heard my ass over at the club if the music wasn’t on.

  “Here it comes, baby!” Solomon snarled as he plunged even deeper and faster until he came so hard I flinched along with him. Afterwards he lay on top of me and planted light kisses to my face.

  I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt this at peace with a man. If I could have, I would have frozen time to this exact moment and never let it go. Solomon was something I had never found in any man in America.

  “Would you come to Missouri to visit me?”

  He rested his head in the palm of his hand. “Only if you’ll go with me to Kingston tomorrow to meet my brother.”

  “It’s a deal.” That brotha had me cheesing like a damn fool.

  Chapter 58

  RENEE

  We made it back to Margueritaville and danced until close, then Solomon kissed me good-bye and promised to pick me up tomorrow afternoon. After he left, I joined the others and waited for the shuttle to take us all back to the hotel.

  I watched Nadine and her friend out the corner of my eye. They just looked a little too chummy to me. I knew Nadine hung around with all kinds of people but I guarantee that girl was a dyke. It was just something about the way she moved.

  When we got back to the hotel, Lavina and her sister said good-bye and Nadine and I moved toward our building.

  “Nadine, that girl’s a dyke.”

  Nadine shrugged. “Yeah, so what?”

  “Shit, I was just telling you just in case your ass didn’t know.”

  “I know.”

  Something in the way she responded made me stop and ask, “Don’t tell me you’re rubbing pussy, too?”

  There was a long silence before she stopped walking, turned to me, and threw her hands in the air. “Yeah, I’m a lesbian.”

  My chewing gum fell out my mouth. I just knew this bitch was really tripping. “Shit, you’re kidding, right?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve liked women for some time now.”

  I couldn’t believe she was telling me this shit. “You mean every time I dressed in front of you, you were checking my ass out?”

  She looked at me like I had a giant booger hanging from my nose. “Hell, naw. You are not my type.”

  Good, because I was going to have to punch her in her mouth.

  “Does Lisa know?” I asked following a moment of silence.

  She nodded.

  “Kayla?”

  She shook her head.

  I dropped a hand to my waist. “Why the fuck you didn’t tell me?”

  “Because I know how you are.”

  Stunned wasn’t even the right word. I didn’t know what else to say, because I wasn’t prepared for this. I always thought her ass was a little strange but I never guessed this.

  I guess she sensed my discomfort, because she finally said, “Look, I’m gonna go take a walk before I call it a night. I’ll see you in the morning.” She then spun on her heels and headed in the direction of the beach.

  Damn!

  I walked toward my building, trying to figure out how the hell she could prefer coochie to dick. I mean damn, I think my stuff’s the shit but I ain’t trying to fuck myself. What can two women do but suck some titties and lick some clits. As I walked, I tried to imagine the two of them together. Then I stopped imagining.

  I used to know this dyke. She came to Hickman my senior year of high school. She was cute. Big legs. Small chest. Long light brown hair and the biggest eyes. The boys were falling all over themselves trying to get a piece of her. You could walk down the halls and hear them horny bastards begging and shit.

  “Damn, Shaunte, when you gonna let me get a piece of that.”

  “Come on, girl. I got the perfect job for those pretty lips of yours.”

  I remember one time my girl Yvette and I were heading to our next class and we spotted Shaunte inside a classroom surrounded by a group of horny-ass seniors.

  She swayed her narrow hips up to the front of the class, climbed on the teacher’s desk, and said, “All y’all mothafuckas listen up. Y’all need to quit sweating me. I lick pussy, not suck dicks.”

  My mouth was wide open. By the end of the day, every lesbian in the school was trying to get a piece of her. For the rest of the year I would see her walking and holding hands with this tiny Oriental girl, and I would ask myself what in the hell could the two of them possibly be doing?

  As I entered our building, I was still thinking about Nadine’s confession, so it took me a few seconds to notice the dark figure that appeared from beneath the stairwell. I flinched and almost ran into the wall. Instinctively, I balled up my fist, ready to strike. If the stranger was going to take me, I wasn’t going out like some punk.

  “Where have you been all night?” he hissed.

  It took me a few moments to realize who was standing before me. “Everton?” I murmured, puzzled as to why he was here. I thought he was off today. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  He glared at me. “Renee, I asked you a question. Where have you been? I’ve been calling your room for the past five hours and not once have you bothered to answer.” The fool had the nerve to try and sound like he was my damn husband.

  I dropped my fists; however, I kept them balled just in case he wigged out and I needed to punch him one good time in the groin.

  “Why were you calling my room?” At first I thought that maybe one of his employees had called in and he had been needed to cover the shift, then I remembered seeing that light-skinned cutie Casey behind the desk before we left for the club and again when we had returned.

  “I’m here because I needed to see you. I’ve been calling you all evening and when you didn’t answer I came to find out why. I’ve been standing here for over an hour, but I guess you had more important things to do than spend time with me.”

  He stepped forward and tried to hug me. I sidestepped his grasp, then headed toward my room. “Boy, you better go on before you get hurt. Where I’ve been is none of your damn business.”

  “You’re not going anywhere until you answer my questions.” He jumped in front of me and had the nerve to block my path. His eyes were narrow and he was breathing hard. I have to admit, Everton was starting to scare me.

  “I was at Margueritaville. Now get the hell out of my way.”

  “With who? Who were you with?” He was practically foaming at the mouth with jealousy.

  I glanced over at the door to my room. If I could get there, I could bang on it for Kayla to open it, then I suddenly remembered she wasn’t in there. She was off somewhere with Clayton. Nadine was walking the grounds, so the only choice I had left was banging on my sister’s door. Nah, never mind. Then I would have had to listen to her ass tell me, “I told you so.” I thought I better just take my chances.

  “I was out with the girls.”

  “Why are you with them when you could be spending that time with me? Tonight I wanted to hold you, Renee. Make love to you again.”

  I cringed at the reminder.

  “I wanted you to meet my mother this evening. She made dinner and everything.”

  “Why the hell you tell her I was coming?” This shit was like some damn soap opera.

  “Because I told you I wanted you to meet my mother. She always meets the women in my life.” He took a step forward. I took one back.

  I shook my head. Who would believe that someone who looked that good was so doggone stupid? “There is nothing going on with us, Everton. It was an island fling. A one-night stand. It meant nothing to me.”

  “How can you say that?” he snarled.

  “Because it’s true. Everton, it’s over.”

  He moved forward again and I once again stepped back.

  “No. It will never be over. You belong
to me. You told me your pussy belonged to me.”

  I didn’t mean to, but I laughed. “I tell everyone that.”

  “I’m not just anybody. The other night we had a connection and I don’t want that to end. I think deep down you are just scared. Scared of what we could have if you’d just give us a chance.”

  “The only thing I am scared of is what I will look like in the morning if I don’t get some sleep. Now if you don’t leave I am going to scream at the top of my lungs and send everybody running.”

  He froze. I know he didn’t want to lose his job any more than I wanted to see him lose it, but if it came to that, then so be it.

  “It’s not over until I say it is.” From the serious look in his eyes, I knew he was dead serious.

  I tried to think of something to say to make everything better, when Kayla and Clayton exited the elevator. As soon as they stepped off, Everton made a mad dash down the steps and out the building.

  Kayla asked what was going on. I turned to her and simply shrugged, then moved toward our room.

  Chapter 59

  NADINE

  She walked along the beach for as long as she could, then found herself walking to building 3 and knocking on the door.

  The door opened and she was greeted by a warm smile. “I didn’t think you would come.”

  Lavina stepped out the way so Nadine could move into the suite. She glanced around. The room was twice the size of Nadine’s. It had a bedroom and a living room.

  “Please have a seat.”

  Nadine lowered onto the couch. “Where’s your sister?”

  She tilted her head toward the bedroom. “In the room with Vernon.”

  Vernon was some guy she had met at the club. Nadine moved and took a seat beside her.

  They both curled on the couch and Lavina talked about her partner, Claudia, and then Nadine began to talk about Jordan. She was a great listener. She felt like they had been friends for years. She talked to her like she could never see herself doing with Lisa and Kayla and Renee—especially not Renee. She tried to convince herself it was strictly a casual conversation and nothing more. However, while they were talking she found herself watching the way Lavina’s lips moved as she spoke. She wasn’t wearing any lipstick, yet her lips were a bright, vibrant pink. Suddenly she found herself wanting to taste them again.