Rayya hit the dance floor as soon as we walked in. I sat on a chair in a dark corner, texting Zelda vulgar messages. Suddenly, the bitch plopped herself into the chair across from me. The smell of fresh shampoo and rum flew into my nose through the thick, smoky air. The music beat hard as she slouched with widespread legs. “Surprised?” she said finally, after staring at me with smooth butch confidence. I was speechless for a moment, so she continued, “I’m horny, we should fuck.” Her face was stone serious as she slid her hand into the front of her pants, called me over with a head nod, and began rotating her hand and wrist. “Come over here.”
“What? Here? Right now?” I looked around with eyes as wide as saucers. It was dark, but not dark enough to do it in a club full of people.
“Yes. Come over here and fuck me or I’ll fuck myself.” She unzipped her pants with her free hand and exposed much more than a hint of the goodies.
Who am I to deny a woman who is throwing herself at my feet? I immediately jumped on top of her as my fingers slid inside without effort. A few moans escaped her lips before Rayya stumbled over with two girls. Her tank top was sweaty and stretched out. Her button-down shirt, which she ironed repeatedly before we left her apartment, was thrown over her shoulder. She stood feet from me on top of Zelda with a drink in each hand. “Emma, I got us some drinks! What are you doing back here in the dark?”
“I’ll be right there,” I said, trying to act as if she only interrupted a simple makeout session.
“Oh, hey, Zelda,” Rayya managed.
“Hey, ” Zelda said just like she would have done without my fingers deep inside of her.
Rayya headed back to the bar as she mumbled Dominican slang. We don’t remember too much about the rest of the evening. The next day as I drove to visit Zelda, Rayya called to give me a piece of her mind over the night’s events. “You are so nasty. What were you thinking?”
Giggling through a yawn, I explained it the best I could. “She just opened her pants and showed me snatch! What was I supposed to do?”
“Even worse. That’s white trash. You are one crazy white bitch.”
“You know, she is like a quarter black or something.”
“Oh, that makes it better. Not! Those girls wanted to meet you and you ruined it!”
“I don’t like feminine chicks, you know that, Rayya.”
“I know you like to steal tranny purses, don’t get it twisted. Remember that? I ain’t never seen a white girl snatch a bag that fast in my life.”
“You had to bring that up. Now you know I was broke and hungry when I did that.”
“We sure did eat good at Taco Mexico that night, didn’t we?”
“Yes, we did, and I brought food home to Douglas.”
“Don’t get it twisted.” We laughed so hard I nearly missed my turn.
“Well, I’m going to go. I’m almost at Zelda’s.”
“What are you doing there?”
“What do you think?”
“Crazy white bitch, you are so nasty. Call me later.”
“You know you love me. Bye, Rayya.”
We ended our call as I pulled into Zelda’s apartment complex. It was a beautiful day in Las Vegas. The sun was bright and clear with a wonderful breeze that swept the heat from your skin.
Before my knock beat at her door, I checked my watch and noted the two hours I had before Patty expected me. These are the things a person does when they cheat, shamefully, always on a tight schedule.
Zelda quickly opened the door, and the second I saw her face I knew I was going to get it. In my head I repeated oh shit over and over. The seduction was oozing out of her pores, I could smell it. The second the door closed I knew she was going to attack me in the foyer, so I dropped to the floor to pet the dog. It was the only thing I could do to prevent her from slamming me against the wall like I so desperately wanted. While I gave her dog some attention, she stood over me, waiting for that moment.
“I have to pee,” I said and then stood. Our eyes met uncomfortably.
“Hi to you, too.”
As I passed Zelda, she brushed her full body against mine and put her face in my neck. For a second I thought she was going to bite it, but she smelled my scent like it was intoxicating her. My legs went weak as the hairs on my back stood erect. I walked down the hall through her bedroom and gently closed the bathroom door. My head shook as I sat on her toilet. Holy shit, I am totally getting fucked. I buried my face in my hands and squeezed my skin with excitement. I composed myself, flushed, and gave myself a quick glance in the mirror. My smile was unforgettable. Scandalous.
It was a calculated, focused dash for the sink to wash my hands since Zelda was nowhere in sight. I lathered and rinsed them well since I knew something was about to go down. Pun intended. My toothbrush was in the holder next to hers, so I pulled it out and began brushing. That is when, through the reflection of the mirror, I caught an ominous figure standing in the doorway of the bedroom. I spit out the toothpaste and scooped water into my mouth to rinse. My face was practically in the sink as I swished it around, then spit a second time. When I lifted myself upright to wipe my face, Zelda grabbed my shoulders and spun me to the wall. She effortlessly removed my shirt and stripped me of my jeans before I could comprehend what was happening. We were savages for each other, but once her fingers began doing their magic, I succumbed to her whims.
She never gave me a chance to enjoy the calm after the storm. Normally, I’m a giggler after an orgasm, which can turn into full-blown loud laughter. There have been accusations of laughing at my partners in the finer moments of my sexual adventures, but it’s just one of those fucked-up things that happen to me, like my mother calling me Fungus or shitting my pants in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Twice.
However, Zelda wasn’t playing games. Her sexual prowess was perfection. She grabbed my arm and seductively swung me into the opposite side of her room before my giggles could surface to audible sounds. My back made contact with the wall just before she flipped me around and nudged my head downward with her fingers. I willingly complied and pressed my cheek against the cold barrier to the apartment beyond. Her left arm wrapped around my waist as she pulled me close to her, which forced my body to bend a little.
As she pumped her fingers, my face slid down the wall while my hand inadvertently began slapping it. The louder I moaned, the harder I hit it. My legs gradually began to give out, so my body inched closer to the floor. We were practically on the carpet when she scooped me up with the arm still around my waist into a semi-standing position. It was like she somehow had super strength. It was so fluid and effortless. She demanded I stand up, but through heavy breaths, I told her I couldn’t so she continued to hold my weight as she fucked me.
When I came again, she slowly placed me on the floor where I sat Indian-style with my forehead against the wall. I was limp, my face was numb and I needed a moment to catch my breath.
“Are you all right?” she asked, not knowing what to do.
“Uh huh.” My hand frantically waved her away as if to give her permission to go ahead and do whatever. I pushed my finger up to signal to her that another minute was required. She waited on the bed. While I caught my breath, my crotch seethed with heat and felt uncomfortably stretched. It actually hurt and I flinched when I finally stood up. “I’m going to shower,” I said with a dry mouth.
Zelda immediately jumped to fetch water from the kitchen and wash her hands. She was attentive like that. As I undressed and unclipped my watch, I noted the time. From the moment I checked my watch at the door, all of the events encompassing two orgasms were accomplished in eight minutes! I’m talking about petting the dog, peeing, washing my hands, brushing my teeth and, count them, two orgasms.