“Don’t do that. Don’t go there.” They both chuckled.
“Let me explain. Yes, I’ve dated them, but never had an actual relationship with any.”
“Sex?”
“Yes… twice.”
“Hmmm… and how was it?”
“Fine. Average, I guess.” Yasmine’s heart dropped to her damn toes. This was the heart of the matter, the crust of the issue. All of her sexual encounters had happened in dull shades of mundane. It didn’t matter the color of the cock. Nixon though turned everything upside down. Knocked her off her feet, gave her orgasms she didn’t think humanly possible, and made her crave and beg for more.
“Okay, so you and I have a rather interesting dating history.” The woman smiled coyly at her. “We both have some hilarious stories about a few of the guys we’ve had relationships with.”
“We’ve done the whole double date thing a few times, too. Sometimes we made up excuses to bail.”
“Yup, and we’ve both dated some interesting men, as well. Of course, you haven’t had your starter-kit first marriage like me.” The woman gave her a smug look, as if she was proud of that shit. “But you were engaged twice, and our courting paths pretty much mirror each other’s. Men are fucking crazy, girl. And so are we.”
They both burst out laughing.
“That’s the realest statement of the night.”
Goldie plumped a beige pillow behind her head and placed her legs on Yasmine’s lap, ankles crossed. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“What is it? Don’t look at me like that.” Yasmine swallowed her amusement for the umpteenth time, but now it threatened to burst free and betray her in front of company. Wait… I’m the company. I feel at home with Goldie, but the truth of this situation might be too much even for her ass to understand. Open-minded or not. “I’m keeping a secret. You know that I am. I promise if this is more than just a fling, I’ll give you the juicy details.” She blurted out the words, needing to say them, to confess in some special way.
“Shit… you don’t have to tell me anything, girl. But see, I know you want to. You are never one to stumble over your words, to be afraid. This motherfucker must be the truth. The alpha and omega. He has you tongue-tied.”
Heat spread over her face, and her chest ached with excitement. Reaching for the Y gold pendant on her necklace, she twisted and twirled it gently between her fingers.
“Goldie… this man… shit.” She glanced at the plush beige rug that felt so good under her toes. “I’m falling for someone way too fast, Goldie. I told myself to not do this. I was good at not doing this.”
“Sometimes rules are made to be broken.”
“So just throw caution to the wind?”
“Hell, no! But you better learn how to hand glide…”
“Goldie… I’m serious. He’s a problem. On paper, the motherfucker looks good. Dream guy. Wins cases, is hard working, works out, great pad, no kids, never married, sense of humor, actually reads, can have intelligent conversations, knows wine and sophistication but can get down and dirty, too. In the mirror, from a purely aesthetic standpoint, he looks amazing. Tasty eye-candy. I am certain at his firm, where he just made partner, and in court, too, he looks like a million bucks, but baby…” Yasmine closed her eyes as his face appeared in her mind; the hard chiseled lines of his jaw, his distinct, sexy aroma, and the memory of his lush dick sliding within her love made her body tremble. “He is everything you should run from, Goldie…”
So many emotions flooded to the forefront. Goldie lit a new cigarette and resumed smoking.
“Let me tell you something, Yasmine. I am thirty-seven years old. In our lifetime, we’ve seen more success than many, especially being Black women who didn’t come from shit as far as money was concerned. Somehow, some way, we made a way out of no way – God showed us mercy because we were not supposed to make it, and the odds were stacked against us. But unlike some of our peers, we had parents who cared. They pushed us, set the example and the bar high.” Yasmine sighed in agreement as she crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed herself real tight. “Unlike my mother, though, I messed up. I didn’t pick a good man like my father. Instead, I married the first man who was nice to me… the one who wasn’t cheating on me, for a change.