I shook my head at the two of them. I loved them both dearly, but it had been this way since elementary school. Usually, it fell on me to be the peacemaker between them. As much as they argued, though, they loved each other.
“All right, ladies, chill out. KG, she deserves to have a good dick in her life every now and then. Myr, KG gets good dick, butshe’s more of the settled down with one man type. It doesn’t make her boring.”
“Hmph. Girl, that man she’s with is boring, okay? She needs to get someone with some life in him who knows how to blow her back out and break a headboard or two.”
I roared with laughter because Kandi Grace was dating a guy that kind of reminded us of Steve Urkel. It was unfortunate because, unlike Steve, he wouldn’t be Stefan if he cleaned up. Kandi Grace was a beautiful girl, and the beauty of her was that she saw people’s hearts. She didn’t judge them by their looks, and her boyfriend was definitely a sweetheart.
“You don’t know what goes on in their bedroom. Patrick might have broken a headboard or two,” I pointed out.
“Or had me at the chiropractor for six weeks straight,” Kandi Grace mumbled shyly, looking away and digging her toes in the sand.
“Whoop!” Myracle and I shouted after our jaws dropped and our eyes widened. Myracle hooted with laughter and slapped me a high five.
“Girl, let me find out Pat laying pipe like that!” Myracle screamed.
Kandi Grace pulled her compact from her little beach bag and applied another coat of lip gloss. “You’ll never know,” she muttered.
“Well, what I do know is that I might find a way to do that damn man who rented the Jet Skis to us. Did y’all see how he was looking at my ass?” Myracle asked.
“He had no choice. That’s all that he could see. That big ass with a string disappearing between those cheeks,” Kandi Grace retorted.
“Girl, now I know you ain’t jealous of this big donk, I know. ’Cause you got a nice fat one too.”
“Chile, please. With all of them dimples? I’m good with my toned ass,” Kandi Grace replied.
“No. No. No. I didn’t bring y’all out here to argue the entire weekend. I’m sick of that shit. Y’all heffas could’ve kept y’all complaining asses back in Cherokee Springs,” I declared.
“Whatever, Dove. What were you gonna do out here by yourself?” Myracle asked.
“Yeah, because even though we thought you were coming back outside again, ever since your boo has been gone, you’ve gone back in hiding. I don’t know how to feel about that,” Kandi Grace declared.
“Let’s take this conversation back to the house. I need a damn drink,” I mumbled, standing and grabbing my beach towel.
“Ohhh. It’s time for one of those?” Kandi Grace asked, jumping up.
“Oh shit, teatime with besties! My favorite time!” Myracle exclaimed. She grabbed her things and stuffed them in her beach bag as quickly as possible.
After my little fiasco with Neal, and since Myracle’s ghetto ass was on the city council, we had made a pact not to discuss our business in public. We didn’t want anything we did to get back to others.
As we made our way back up the beach to the cottage, we talked about the clothes we had bought since we had been on the island this week, the food we would eat tonight, and Kandi Grace’s falling in love with Patrick.
We had been at the beach all day long, swimming, riding Jet Skis, and sitting out in the sun. It was time to return to the cottage for the evening anyway.
Once we were back at the cottage, and our beach bags were unpacked, we headed into the living room with all the items we needed for a pedicure. We were armed with chips, dip, cookies,popcorn, margaritas, and ice cream, and then we commenced the conversation I started earlier.
“So, what’s the problem, babe?” Myracle asked.
“The problem is that I haven’t heard from him in five weeks. He told me that there might be times where we wouldn’t talk, but after that first week, he quit answering his phone altogether. I don’t know if he wants me or if he changed his mind.”
“Well, if that’s the case, Dove, the least he could do is tell you. Hell, all this good dick going to waste out here. You need to have your pussy stretched, and if he’s not willing to do it, there’s a lot of niggas on this beach who is willing to. Or hell, white men, Asian men, and Hispanic men for that matter,” Myracle declared.
I wrinkled my nose. “First, I’m not turning my coochie into a swamp fest; I’ll leave that to you. Second, I’m not interested in nobody but a brotha.”
“I think you need to be patient. You have no idea what it’s like to be in a relationship with a man of his stature. He’s not the regular Joe down the street. Besides, you mentioned his mom coming back on the scene. I know you haven’t forgotten what that was like for him. I remember how he used to shut down,” Kandi Grace stated, twisting the cap off a bottle of jade green nail polish.
“She’s right.” Myracle nodded, bobbing her head as she munched on a cookie.
“But he is a regular Joe. He literally lived across the street from me for a while, and we’re adults now. He can talk to me,” I argued.
