12
My last relationship ended six months before I met Ms. Strickland. I met my ex during a book tour. She was a fan of mine who possessed all the attributes I loved in a woman—a juicy, thick body and a brilliant mind. She was an entrepreneur, a boss, and nothing turned me on more than a woman with power and a brain. We were good in our little long-distance relationship for a while, but then she tried to exert her power over me. See, I like women with power, but I don’t like women who try to run me. She made that mistake, and I broke it off.
But Doc? Shit, she’d done nothing but call the shots from the beginning of whatever this was we were doing. And hell if I didn’t like it. Every time she said no, my dick got a little harder. And when she called me last night saying all that shit? I damn near lost it.
“Heeeeeeey, SSSShhzo! That’s what you want me to call you, right? Zzzzzzzzo?” she slurred.
“Yeah…Doc? You okay?”
“Yeah! Look, you—uuuuuummmm, you need to know right now that when you ate my pusshy, that-that-that…shit, I can’t think…”
I chuckled. “You liked it?”
“Hellllll, yeah! I want you tttttto do that again, mmkay?”
“Okay, when?”
“Right nooooow! Sheeeeiiiit! And call me doc while you’re eating it, cuzzz it really turns me on when you call me that. Wait…can you talk while you eat pussy?”
I smiled. “I can try. Where are you?”
“Um…the Franklin Inn or ssssomething like that. On the, hell, can’t you trace this call? My pussy is steaming fucking hot right now. It might burn your tongue! Haaaaaa!”
My mouth dropped open. Her ass was as drunk as a skunk. No way she would’ve used those words otherwise. “Doc, are you somewhere safe? You inside?”
“Mm-hmmmm. In my room waiting for you to come eat me like I’m a damn all-you-can-eat buffet!”
“Okay, do me a favor. Lie down in the bed.”
“I’m already lying down and I got my legs open but somebody put these clothes on me and I forgot how to take them off. Will you help me?” She sounded like she was about to cry.
“Yeah, baby. I got you. Just lay back and relax. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay. I can’t wwwwait! Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate you for eating it for me. You do such a good job, Zo.”
“All right. Hang up and just rest your eyes until I get there.”
She didn’t hang up, and I held the phone until I heard her begin to softly snore. I could hear a TV on in the background so I was sure she was inside somewhere, and that alleviated some of my worry, but I didn’t get any sleep. And now I sat in my bedroom staring at my phone, waiting for a reply to my text. The longer she took, the more anxious I grew…until finally, a response.
Her: Hey, did we talk last night? The entire evening is a blur for me.
Me: You called me. I think you were drunk?
Her: Oh no! I’m so sorry! What did I say?
Me: Nothing to be embarrassed about. Couldn’t make most of it out.
Her: Good. I won’t let that happen again.
Me: It’s all right. I thought you were calling to tell me you were a free woman.
Her…
Her…
Her: No. Sorry.
Me: Oh well. You take care, Doc.
…
Her…
Her…
Her: You too.
*****
“Explain to me again why you can’t come over? I’m hot as hell, and you’ve never turned me down before. Why start now?”
“I told you. I’m busy, Veda. In the zone writing this book.”
I didn’t feel like dealing with Veda’s crazy ass. There were levels to dealing with her. Level one was the occasional booty call, where I tried to stay. Level two was regular booty calls, which led to level three, a relationship. We were at level three about two years ago, and that shit was disastrous. Veda was a short, thick, pretty half-black, half-Mexican woman, but her ass was homicidally jealous. And clingy and possessive. I just couldn’t handle it.
But she was good in bed, so I kept her at level one, and I guess, according to her calendar, I was past due for a visit. But the problem was, in addition to not having the stomach to deal with her potential crazy, I still had Ms. Strickland and her sweet treat on my mind and in my memory.
Then I started thinking maybe I needed to go see Veda and relieve some damn tension when she went into this Spanglish rant about how niggas ain’t shit and how we were all estúpido and she didn’t need me to get off anyway.
So I hung up on her insane ass and went back to staring at my blank computer screen. Yeah, I lied about that. The only zone I was in was the damn twilight zone with Ms. Strickland, having no idea when or even if I’d ever really get a chance to be with her. I was playing hard, doing exactly what she asked by breaking contact with her, but I wanted her ass. I really, really wanted her.