Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  “Please. If something like that was going on with me, you, Grant, Brax and especially Art would know. Y’all have seen and done more to me than my doctor.”

  Evan nodded. “True that. So what is it then?”

  Zora continued picking over her lettuce instead of answering.

  “This had better not be the same problem you had a month ago when we went out to lunch.” Evan dropped his fork on his plate but Zora couldn’t look up at him. “Damn, butterfly, why do you keep all of your problems on your back?”

  She sighed. “It’s so stupid.”

  “If you feel it, then it ain’t dumb.”

  This time she lifted her head and met his gaze. “I do love Grant. And I love living here.”

  Evan smiled.

  “But there is something missing in my life. My job--”

  “The dog grooming deal?”

  “If I actually got to groom an animal I would be fine.”

  Evan furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t get it.”

  “I’m just a shampoo girl. I have yet to style a pet’s hair.”

  “That’s what you want to do.”

  Zora smiled. “More than anything. I’ve always imagined that the dogs I would groom would be in the Westminster Dog Show and everyone could see what a great job I had done. The dog show is like the Oscars for some hairdressers. By the way, that’s the other thing I’m able to do and I’m not doing that either.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Style hair.”

  “For real?”

  She nodded. “That was my backup dream if I couldn’t make Westminster.”

  “Think you could hook me up?”

  Zora stared at him. “Are you serious?”

  “Wait right here.” He sprang from the table and ran upstairs, taking the steps by twos.

  Not knowing what to expect, Zora decided to at least finish off her lunch before Evan surprised her. She polished off her salad and pushed the plate to the side, then reached for her bowl of fruit.

  Zora scooped up a spoon full of grapes, pineapple chunks and melon. Before she could get it to her lips a voice stopped her.

  “Is that on your approved diet list?”

  She turned her head and saw Brax standing in the doorway. Setting her spoon down, she attempted a smile. Though she shouldn’t have felt wrong or guilty, for some reason she did.

  “Hi, Brax,” she said.

  Before he responded, Evan came up behind him.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Evan said you have a hidden talent.” Brax stepped into the kitchen. In his t-shirt and shorts, no shoes, he looked delectable. His wild blond hair hung around his face.

  “I do?” she asked.

  Evan set an electric trimmer, a pair of scissors and a comb on the table in front of Zora.

  “You can style hair.” Brax pulled a chair out and sat down. “I want to be your first customer.”

  “Oh no, my brother. She told me first, so I’m going to get my wig done before you. You can have her after me.”

  She laughed at the duo fighting over her unseen work. “Are you guys sure about this? I mean, I do Grant’s hair but I’ve never done other people.” She turned to Evan. “You don’t think Garland would mind, do you?”

  “It’s my hair.” He sat and placed a towel over his lap. “Besides, I talked to her after I called my man here.” He snickered. “It’s all good.”

  She turned to Brax. “Your hair is gorgeous. What would you want me to do with it?”

  He ran his fingers through it. “Shave it all off. It’s too fucking hot to have in August.”

  She gasped. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.”

  Looking at the duo, Zora’s heart swelled. “You guys are too good to me.”

  “Just remember that come orgy night.” Brax winked. “And when Art gets home, we’ll tell him to have his hair done by you, too.”

  Tears pooled in her eyes until she had to look away before they rolled down.

  “It’s just hair, baby,” Brax said and stroked her arm.

  “No, man, it’s more than that for her,” Evan chimed in. “This is her dream, right?”

  Zora nodded.

  “Dreams should be shared. Start on us. Just be sure to tell your man, okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Don’t keep us in suspense.” Brax clapped his hands. “Let’s go!”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Garland stormed into Grant’s house carrying a bag and wearing her usual Catwoman garb of tall black boots, a short black skirt and a bustier. Saturdays had become sort of a free-for-all day after their planned theme nights on Fridays. Seeing Garland by lunch made Grant’s heart stutter.

  “I need for you to go outside and play basketball with my husband,” Garland demanded.

  Grant stared at her for a while. When they’d first moved to the neighborhood, Art had used the idea of playing basketball to mean something sexual. Was Garland asking him to do something sexual with her husband?

  He raised his hands in objection until he peered out of the front window and saw Evan bouncing an orange ball up and down his driveway. Grant’s heart regained its normal rhythm.

  “Oh, basketball,” he said.

  “What did you think I meant?” Garland asked.

  “You don’t want to know.” He slipped on his sneakers, then stopped. “Why do I need to go out and play with your husband?”

  It was then that Zora stepped into the room.

  “Because I need to spend some time with your girlfriend without you here.”

  Zora’s eyes widened.

  “Now go. Have fun.” Garland ushered Grant out of his house and closed the door behind him.

  Wait a minute. Was he just forcibly removed from his own house by his neighbor? He turned to the door to give Garland a piece of his mind.

  “Hey, man, you playing or not?” Evan asked from his driveway.

  Grant volleyed his attention from the door to Evan until he decided that whatever Garland was going to do to Zora wouldn’t be harmful…especially if Garland knew what was good for her.

  Grant strolled next door to Evan. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries but ever since the night when Grant had seen Brax fuck Evan in his ass, he saw Evan differently. Never one to think he was a homophobe, Grant couldn’t shake some of the teachings from his racist, bigoted father, no matter how hard he’d tried.

  “We’ll just play to twenty-one, okay?” Evan said as he bounced the ball between his legs like a pro.

  Grant could hold his own in basketball. Lord knows he’d played enough blacktop games growing up in Norfolk. He hadn’t played in a while. He had a feeling that Evan could clean his clock if he wanted.

  “That’s cool,” Grant finally said.

  Evan passed the ball to Grant, then Grant passed it back to him.

  “So what’s your wife doing with Zora?” Grant asked, as he tried blocking Evan.

  Evan, looking more concentrated on the game than Grant liked, bounced the ball between his legs, then twirled his body around to make a shot on him. “I think she has a surprise for her.” Barely winded, not like Grant, Evan said, “Two points.”

  The game continued with Evan making the majority of the shots.

  “What kind of surprise?” Grant asked between gasping puffs of air.

  “Not sure. Whatever it is, I’m sure Zora will like it.”

  While Grant braced his hands on his knees after Evan made another shot, propelling his score to fourteen to Grant’s two, Evan put his hand on Grant’s shoulder.

  “You all right, man?”

  Grant swatted Evan’s hand away and backed up. “Fine. Let’s just play.”

  Evan let his hand hover in the air before he shook his head and bounced the ball. “Fine. Fourteen to two.”

  “Noticed you got a hair cut,” Grant said. He guessed you could call Evan shaving his head completely bald a haircut. The noonday sun shined off of the sweat on his hea
d. Combined with his light skin tone and the silver necklace, Evan glowed.

  “Yeah. Kinda like it.” Evan made another basket. “Sixteen.”

  When the game started up again, Grant asked, “Did Garland give you permission to get that or did you go over her head?” This time Grant bested Evan and made a shot.

  He was only up by two points but Grant felt like he won the game already.

  “Just say it, man. You got a problem with me?”

  “What? No. Not really.” Grant stumbled trying to catch Evan as he dribbled the ball up the driveway but eventually fell to his knees just as Evan made a jumper.

  Evan held his hand out. “Let me help you up, man.”

  “I don’t need your help.” Grant got to his feet. “I’m fine.”

  “Great, man. With your skinned up hands and knees, you look fine, too.”

  “Let’s just play the fucking game, all right?”

  “Okay, eighteen to four.”

  Grant had the ball and bounced it at the sloping end of the driveway. He looked at the basket like it was his Holy Grail. Even if he’d made the shot, the point spread was too wide. He would eventually lose. But he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

  “Instead of fighting me and avoiding me for whatever reason, you need to be listening to your woman.” Evan split his attention between watching the ball and gazing at Grant.

  “What are you talking about? I listen to Zora.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, really. And I don’t need some stranger telling me what’s going on in my own house.”

  Grant drove up the middle of the driveway but with Evan’s hard jab into his chest, Grant fell back on the concrete. He watched Evan make a sweet three-point shot from almost the street.

  “Twenty-one.”

  Instead of asking Grant if he needed help, Evan grabbed Grant’s hand and lifted him to his feet.

  “No matter what you think about me or what it is we all do here, know this.” Evan pointed to his head. “Your wife did my hair, Brax’s ‘do and Art’s. Now if that comes as a surprise to you then I’m going to tell you again to talk to your woman and ask her why.”

  Grant blinked. He stared at Evan’s head. Zora hadn’t mentioned that she’d styled all of the men’s hair in the neighborhood. Why wouldn’t she have mentioned it to him?

  “Let’s go inside for a drink and get you cleaned up.” Evan led the way.

  “Hey, um, about that back there--”

  Evan shook his head. “You have some issues that you need to work out, that go beyond me. What I do here, what we all do here, is just try to have some fun. That’s all. No hang-ups, no worries, no prejudices. If you want to know something, ask.”

  Grant nodded.

  “Good. Now do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

  Grant stopped in his tracks.

  “I’m just kidding, man.” Evan laughed so hard that this time he had to brace his hands on his knees. “I knew that would get you.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Grant stepped into the house. He hoped Zora wasn’t going through something as rigorous as what he’d gone through.

  ***

  Zora swallowed, trying to get anything down her crusty, dry throat. After shaving Evan’s head earlier in the week, Garland hadn’t really said anything to Zora about it. Even during their group fun night last night, Garland kept mum about Evan’s head. Zora had a feeling that now Garland was going to give her a piece of her mind.

  “So, how are you doing?” Garland asked.

  “Um, okay,” Zora answered.

  “Good. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Not waiting for a response, Garland went to the room with a stride that would make a Clydesdale jealous.

  Zora, not wanting to leave Garland alone for too long, followed. Once inside, she found Garland sitting on the spare bed unzipping her tall boots.

  “Give me a hand,” Garland said.

  Zora reached for the boot that Garland had unzipped.

  “No,” Garland said. “Do the other.”

  Then Zora’s neighbor parted her thighs. Crouching down on the floor, Zora grabbed the zipper and eased it down, listening to each tooth release. But when she smelled the masculine scent coming off of Garland’s body, her gaze fell on the juncture between Garland’s legs.

  Zora had to blink a few times but it looked as though there was something between Garland’s legs pressing up, almost like an erection. But Zora had seen Garland naked. This woman was no hermaphrodite. Maybe it was the way the leather wrinkled and folded.

  Zora got the boot off and set it next to its twin at the end of the bed.

  “So, Evan’s head.”

  Zora, still on her knees, peered up at Garland from between the woman’s legs. She knew Garland was going to bring it up.

  “Yes?” Zora asked.

  “I like it. And I like Brax’s buzz cut too.”

  Zora released a long breath and pushed her hair back from her face.

  “I want you to do something with my hair too,” Garland announced.

  “Oh, okay. Um, are you sure? You have such beautiful hair.” Zora had noticed how healthy and shiny it looked.

  “It’s only hair, dear. Nothing drastic like my husband’s, of course. But I want something fun.”

  “Okay, I can do that.”

  “Good. Now I have a little surprise for you.” Garland stood. “I’ll need for you to stand and get naked. Now.”

  Zora flinched at Garland’s direct orders. Rising to her feet, Zora kept her head down as she got undressed. Taking off her shirt, she realized that in all the time she and Grant had been in the neighborhood and all of the times she’d had sex with the neighbors, Zora had never been alone with Garland in an intimate way. Come to think of it, aside from the welcome kisses whenever they had all gotten together, Zora had never pleasured Garland.

  Once she got naked, Garland strolled around her, observing her as though Zora were a Rembrandt painting for sale. Her concentrated stare reduced Zora to a quivering mass.

  “Look at me.” Garland put her hand to Zora’s chin and lifted her head to gain eye contact. “We’re all friends here. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Zora nodded. The words sounded kind but coming out of Garland’s mouth, they still seemed so cold.

  “I like you, Zora. You’re a great combination of Winta and Lynia, and, on some days, me.” Garland’s hand brushed down Zora’s breast. “You’re soft and compliant. And you’re willing to try anything. Would you agree?”

  Keeping her gaze on Garland’s, Zora nodded, then mustered up enough strength to say, “Yes.”

  Garland kissed her lips with a softness that Zora equated with Lynia. Then she turned around.

  “Take off my top.”

  Zora’s hands worked with careful precision to take off the top. When she had the garment removed, Zora placed it on top of the tall dresser in the room.

  “Now get on the bed, head on the pillows.”

  Zora crawled on the bed and positioned herself as instructed.

  “That’s what I like about being here,” Garland began. “You can have a little bit of everything. One man, many men, one woman, many women, one man and one woman, all at the same time. Do you agree?”

  Zora nodded. “I’ve never experienced anything like this place before.”

  “I want you to experience it all.” Garland began to unfasten her skirt.

  Zora’s gaze remained trained on the bulge she thought she saw at the front of her skirt. When it fell to the floor, Zora gasped and sat up in the bed. Sure she’d seen women wearing strap-ons in porn flicks. But never did she think she would see one in person

  The pink plastic cock jutted proudly forward, being secured to Garland’s body by three black straps, one around her waist, and one going around each leg.

  “This is my surprise to you,” Garland began. “Does it look familiar?”

  Zora shook her head. “No, I don’t remember seeing that on toy night.”

 
; Garland put her hands on her hips and laughed. “You are so cute.” Then she stepped up to the side of the bed. “Touch it.”

  With great reluctance, Zora stroked her finger down the length of it to the tip. The plastic was smooth but stiff enough to resemble an actual hard-on.

  “No, grab it like you would if it were an actual penis.” Not leaving the task to Zora, Garland took Zora’s hand and wrapped it around the fake shaft. “Does it feel familiar?”

  Zora gripped the faux phallus and stroked it. “It feels like any other dick except its plastic.”

  “It’s Grant.”

  Zora’s hand stopped. Since she had just seen Grant’s cock that morning in the shower, she knew that this hard woman hadn’t lopped off her man’s cock and fashioned it as her own.

  “About a month ago I made a cast of Grant’s erection. Then I created this just for you.”

  Knowing the story behind it, Zora took a different appreciation for the penis. Her hand caressed it as though the owner could feel anything. She let her fingers glide over the bulging veins and the bulbous tip to see if her tactile memories of the real Grant would come back to her.

  Garland crawled in bed with Zora. Without another word, the woman kissed her, sliding her tongue into Zora’s mouth like she owned her. Garland’s hands moved over her body like Grant’s. Not delicate in touch, Garland held Zora’s tit with a firm grip and caressed her nipple, circling it with her thumb.

  Zora closed her eyes and found the attractive parts of Garland. She ran her hands through Garland’s long, silky hair. Garland’s small breasts with their large, hard nipples drew her hands to them. When Garland wrapped her strong leg around Zora’s, it felt so sensual.

  Zora let out a moan when Garland’s fingers circled her clit.

  “Evan was right,” Garland began. “You do get wet fast.”

  Positioning herself between Zora’s thighs, Garland held the fake cock in her hand. Zora stared at it, then its creator. What kind of sensation would this be? Fucking a woman with a dick?

  “Good thing about this,” Garland began as she rubbed the tip up and down Zora’s slick folds. “Don’t need a condom.”

  Garland eased the tip inside. By God, it did feel like Grant! On instinct, Zora grabbed Garland’s arm as Garland braced her hands over Zora’s shoulders. When she pushed the penis inside of Zora to the hilt, Zora gasped. It surprised her to hear Garland react with her.