He was still smiling at me, leering. “For us to get to know each other, . . . make each other feel good.”
I couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter. He kept talking.
“You’re always so prim and proper, Wynnie. My birthday fantasy is to watch you lick Arielle’s pussy.” He turned to me, giving me his full attention. His hand moved into my hair, softly fingering a few strands. “You’re so buttoned up and straitlaced. I wanna see you lose it. I want you butt naked, ass in the air, all this pretty hair hanging freely, and your face between her legs.” He reached down and stroked his own penis. “I want yourtongue buried inside of her while my dick is buried inside of you.”
I didn’t know if it was my own shock that he would ask me to do that or the audacity of him having the nerve to ask me to do that. All I knew was that it was time for me to go. I walked into the bedroom area of the hotel suite and locked myself in the bathroom, while I tried to calm myself enough to retrieve my overnight bag so I could get my truck from the parking lot and drive home.
Before I could even formulate a thought, my phone vibrated in my purse. It was my best friend, LoLo.
I didn’t give her the opportunity to talk; I just started speaking. “Lo, Pres brought some other girl to our hotel room, talking about he wants to have a threesome. And get this: He says his birthday fantasy is to see me licking her coochie.”
“These rich weirdo motherfuckers. They done fucked so much that regular positions and shit don’t satisfy them anymore. When people say there’s nothing new under the sun, these niggas take it as a personal challenge. Weird asses be wanting to nut in your hair while you lick a bitch’s ankles. I’m sick of them.”
I wanted to laugh, but nothing was funny. “I can’t believe this shit. I just spent a good chunk of my savings on him, and instead of being appreciative or, hell, even thankful, he’s mad that I didn’t set up the threesome. He had to do it himself,” I whisper-yelled into the phone.
She chuckled. “I don’t mean to laugh, boo.”
She meant to laugh.
“Girl, he don’t give a fuck about your party or the money you spent. What he cares about is his viewing pleasure. Look, do you want to eat this girl’s coochie or not?”
“Hell no!”
“Then I suggest that you stop hiding wherever you’re hiding. And based on the acoustics, it sounds like the bathroom. Get outof the bathroom, chuck the deuces to the situationship, and go home.”
“I was trying to chuck the deuces to the situationship when I got dragged into throwing him a party that he clearly didn’t want. Shit!”
“Well, the perfect opportunity for you to get the hell outta dodge has presented itself. You two weren’t on the same page from the jump. You were looking for fun and YN dick. He was looking for somebody to tag-team with him on eating ass. Neither one of y’all are each other’s forever. It’s done.” She sighed. “Stop hiding in the bathroom like some eighteen-year-old trick, boo. Get your thirty-two-year-old, fully grown ass out of the bathroom and walk outta that hotel suite with your head held high.”
“I just can’t believe?—”
“Aht! Aht! All that talkin’, do it while you’re walkin’. Get whatever overnight bag you brought there and go home, Wyndi. Messing around with these YNs is a young ho’s game. You’re an old ho. You came up in a time when all they wanted to do was nut in your face. Now they want you to eat coochie while they watch.”
I had to laugh.
“Listen,” Lo continued. “I support whatever people feel comfortable doing sexually. Goodness knows I have juggled my fair share of balls in the mouth. But every dick I ever sucked, I wanted to suck. I ain’t never been strong-armed or guilted into sucking a dick. And I damn sure ain’t never sucked one to make a man’s birthday fantasy come true. Fuck him and his birthday. May the random bitch give him gonorrhea.”
“Let me go. I need to gather up my stuff and head home.”
“Call or text me when you get there.”
I walked back into the main living space of the suite, rolling my overnight bag. My eyes landed on Pres. His were closed, andhis mouth hung open a little from the pleasure of having Arielle on her knees in front of him, his dick stuffed into her mouth.
Maybe the little gasp I made caused his eyes to fly open. I wasn’t sure.
“Why’re you still dressed?” he questioned.
“Bro, you got that. Take care. Have a good life.”
The ever-present frown was back on his face. “I’m not even surprised. It’s cool. See you never.”
“Fuck you!”
He probably didn’t even hear me, since Arielle had resumed her assault on his dick.
The Saturday after the birthday party, I was back on my grind. I had to be. I needed to make up the money I blew.
I hadn’t heard from Preston, but I didn’t expect to. We agreed in the beginning that when we stopped having fun together, we would go our separate ways. We definitely stopped having fun.
