"I want to taste you, Mia."
I didn't know how to respond to her statement.
As I washed my hands in my kitchen sink, I felt her press up against me from behind. "Stop playin'," I told her with a nervous laugh. It was the only retort that I could come up with. "You play too much, Onyx."
I don't know why everyone called her Onyx. Her mixed heritage gave her the palest complexion. My brother called her a "MexiNegro" because her father was Mexican and her mother was black.
She moved into my neighborhood when I was 14 and she was 16 and we became close friends shortly thereafter although she was closer to my brother, James. Back then she was just called a Tomboy, but as time went on it became apparent that there was more to it than just her athleticism. By the time that I was 18, she had already caused controversy in several homes by becoming "involved" with some of the neighborhood girls.
She was definitely more than just a tomboy.
I watched from the sideline as she and my brother wooed many of the girls in the hood. Once me and my brother got a place together, he let her move into our den. I didn't really mind because she kept me entertained and paid her share of the bills. I spend quite a few late nights in my bedroom, listening to the sounds that females would make as she or my brother would boldly give them 'da business' in my living room or the den.
But I remained safe and untouched or even flirted with... until that night. I don't know if it was because of the shots of Patron that we had taken... maybe it was the Hypnotiq... I don't know, but she was on me. This was a first!
A part of me wished that James had not passed on the couch after having one shot too many. Another part of me was intrigued by Onyx's unusual attention to me.
"I'm not playing," she said from behind me. "I've been checkin' you out since we were kids," she confessed in my ear.
"Yeah right," I said to her, still unable to make myself move from the sink. "You have never even peeped at me," I told her, turning around to face her. "Why am I so special now?"
"You always have been," she told me. She placed her hands on either side of me, further trapping me between her and the counter top.
As I looked into her eyes, it finally occurred to me why everyone called her Onyx. Her piercing eyes were so dark that you could lose yourself in them. How had I never noticed before?
My breath caught a little bit as I realized that I had just check out my friend... my brother's best friend...
I can't lie. I've done a little flirting and I've even kissed a girl or two, but never had it ever occurred to me to strike something up with Onyx. And as I stared into her face, I didn't know why it never occurred to me.
She looked good standing there, towering over me by several inches. Her hair was on point, thanks to my cornrowing skills. Those jet black pupils were beaming at me and I found myself gazing at her chapstick protected lips.
"I saw that," she said, catching me in my investigation of her features. "You wanna kiss me now, don't you? I wanna kiss you too."
At that moment, I wanted to believe her. But this was ONYX! If there was a book that could be written on having mad game, she would be the author. I'd heard her say some real slick shit to chicks before and they'd fall for it every time.
And as I thought about the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in a while, I wondered if I wanted to fall for it too. If only for one night...
