Colleen reveled in being a slut when the opportunity availed itself. I saw her as she rounded a corner of a building downtown, wearing high-heeled boots, a matching skirt and blouse, a big purse perched on a shoulder. It was late in the afternoon. She was 5'8" 5'9",with thick pale thighs, ample ass and matching bosom, easily 36DD, with a nice sag and sway, curly red hair to her shoulders, big sunglasses, voluptuous hips and appealing, even more so as she smiled at me and walked up to me as I waited for a trolley.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Um," she said quietly with a cautionary glance. "No disrespect, but, do you have any weed or know where to get some?"
I smiled. "I'm on my way to the spot."
"Oh, thank God. Can I get an eighth?"
"Sure. Meet me here in half an hour?"
"Can I go with you?"
"You can, but you'll have to wait at the trolley stop."
"Fine. I'm dying to smoke."
The trolley arrived and we exchanged further pleasantries and some personal details: Colleen was on her way home from another stressful day on the job and needed to relax. She was going through a rough spot, her mom had to move in with her because of difficulties with her older sister and her new boyfriend.
"Racist asshole. I hate to admit it but I'm from east county. ou know that joke about east county? The grass grows yay high." She raised her arm as if to indicate height, it resembled a Nazi salute. "I grew up around that shit. I'm over it, y'know?"
"Obviously."
"Yeah, obviously. You're cute. How old are you?"
"38."
Colleen pulled her sunglasses off, her bright green eyes. "No way, I thought you were like, in your twenties."
"Lot of people say that. How old are you?"
"24." The trolley arrived, after another glance she said, "Most guys start to look bad at your age."
Except for a couple of drunks who appeared passed out on a bench, there was nobody at the platform as the sun set. Colleen sat on a bench and searched her purse for her wallet that had two $20 bills. "I can get you the twenty from the,"she searched her wallet for the ATM card and remembered something. "We have to go my house for the twenty. I'm good for it." Colleen sat up to make her decolletage more pronounced and smiled invitingly at me.
"Don't worry about it. Be right back."
The deal smoothly transacted, I returned to find her yelling and walking away one of the drunks, "Leave me alone!"
"I got money, you whore." Worse than a drunk is a tweeker, this guy, down to the rotten teeth and perpetual tan must've felt emboldened as there wasn't anyone else at the station, save his friend, still passed out.
"Hey, be cool, man." I said, getting into a stance.
"This your pimp or something? I'm trying to help you out, bro."
"It's not even like that, man, just be cool!" I insisted.
"Well fuck you!"
He tried to grab Colleen, and I punched him in the face. "Oh my God!" Colleen yelled as he fell backward, and hit his head, his buddy woke up from the noise.
"Jump on this trolley." I said as one approached and we trotted across the tracks to the next landing. At the next station, we let one train go ahead before sitting in the rear car and saw two transit officers talking to them on the return trip.
Colleen clutched my arm. The trolley eased to a halt. "Oh shit."
"Don't worry." I said. "The cops aren't getting on board."
Seconds passed it moved on. One of the bums pointed at the car, but it was too late. "We got away with it! Yay!" Colleen excitedly clapped her hands and gave me a hug when we were away from the station. "You're really cool, Mark."
"I hate tweekers."
She smiled and said nothing until we got to the stop.
"I live on Cortez Hill, the apartments facing the freeway?"
"Let's go."
"You got a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Good," she smirked. "Can I get your number?"
"Sure."
She pushed the send button, my phone rang. "Just checking."
We made our way up the hill, Colleen didn't break stride, causing her breasts to bobble slightly. "I had to wear boots today," she groused before she buzzed us in and we made our way to the elevator. "My mom's got a friend, Ron, they might be home."
"Not a problem.
Colleen locked her eyes on her mine before surveying me from head to toe and smiling. She hugged me again and whispered, "Do you like white girls?"