Tia fell out the frame.
Meadow laughed so hard she had to wipe her eyes. “Girl, pick your ass up.”
Tia came back on screen, out of breath. “I’m so happy for you. I am…I truly am. In this moment, I want nothing but blessings for your coochie.”
“Thank you,” Meadow said sincerely.
“And his stroke game?”
Meadow lifted a brow and sat up straighter. “Oh…let me show you.”
“YES, show me, ‘cause I’m trying to picture it but I need confirmation.”
Meadow placed the phone against an old stump, angled it back so Tia could see her whole body. “I was like this.” Meadow lay on her back, legs wide and to her ears. She switched positions, pretending to be Zaire. “He was like this…strumming my pain with his dick,” she sung off key while stroking the ground.
Tia hollered, falling to the side.
“Tia, stop!” Meadow laughed too.
Tia shrieked. “MEADOW! STOP!. I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WAS DOING ALL THAT.”
With pursed lips, Meadow nodded, never stopping her rendition of Zaire.
“How you was throwing it back when he put you on all fours,” Tia said, wanting all the vulgar details.
Shaking her head, Meadow giggled. “He didn’t…but when he does, this how I’m gonna be.” She got on her knees in the grass, one hand on the ground for balance, and pulled her lower body back slow, arching deep, switching the tempo…just showing out.
Meadow kept going, dropping low then pulling it up again. “Girl, when I tell you-”
Mid-demonstration, a shadow stretched across the grass.
Tia blinked hard, eyes widening. “Bitch…don’t move.”
Meadow froze but didn’t look behind her yet. “Why?”
Tia covered her mouth. “Because that man is right behind you.”
Meadow’s stomach dropped. “Tia, don’t play - ”
“I WISH THE HELL I WAS PLAYING. MEADOW HE SEEING EVERYTHING. TURN AROUND.”
Slowly, Meadow turned her head, smiling too hard.
Zaire stood there, hands in his pockets, tatted forearms flexed, vintage watch catching the last of the sunlight. He looked good in a way that should be disrespectful and illegal. His expression was calm, but a ghost of amusement glowed in his eyes.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, voice deep enough to slide down her spine.
Meadow’s soul left her body. “Zaire-”
He tilted his head. “You was doin’ all that for her…but not for me?”
Tia was on the screen crying, laughing. “OH MY GOD…I gotta go…I gotta go…this is too much.”
Meadow lunged for the phone. “Tia, hang up!”
Zaire smirked, “Nah, let her stay.”
“NO,” Meadow snapped, hitting end before Tia could make it worse.
