I was pissed off at men. Here I was 32 years old and kept picking the wrong bastard men! This last date was the final straw. This asshole salesman thought he could get a little too aggressive with me and definitely would not take NO for an answer. I kicked his ass out of my apartment and was livid! I was tired of this crap. Out of sheer frustration and anger, I started crying and walked over to my neighbor Tawny's apartment and knocked quietly on the door.
Tawny opened her door, sleepy-eyed, and looked at me in shock.
"Damn, girl, are you ok?" she pulled me inside, "My God, are you hurt?"
Tawny and I had become fast friends after she moved in next door six months ago. She was in her 40s, divorced, and she and I had a lot in common when it came to picking the wrong men. She gave me a lot of good advice and was like a sister to me. She was feisty with a great sense of humor and we always had a great time together.
"Tawny, I'm so sick of this shit. I'm tired of these men who think they can pull this aggressive crap with me. I'm just so tired of it," I started crying again and she pulled me to her.
"Shh girl, it's ok. Don't let the bastards get you down. It was one bad date. Just let it go. Have a glass of wine and you'll feel better," she stroked my back and my hair and I felt very comforted in her arms.
She went into the kitchen and got a bottle of my favorite red wine and poured us a glass. I took a big gulp, wiping the make-up from underneath my eyes.
"God, I look horrid!" I laughed through my tears.
"Yeah, you look like crap, girl!" she teased me and handed me a tissue.
She turned on some soft jazz and we sat and talked and sipped wine. She always knew how to make me feel better and laugh.
I was a feeling a little buzzed and a little silly.
"Well, I think that's it, Tawny!" I announced jokingly, "that jerk was it. I'm swearing off men for good!"
"Yeah right, sweetie, the next big black dick that walks down the street, you'll be all over him!" she squatted my leg, laughing her sweet, tinkling giggle.
"Hey now, that's what big black dildos are for!" I teased back smiling at her.
"What the hell girl? and what do YOU KNOW about big black toys huh?" she looked directly into my eyes, flirting with me.
Damn, did that just really happen? No, it must be the wine. She did not just flirt with me, or did she? I had always been curious about women and had very limited experiences (mostly kissing women in college). Actually, I'd always been very curious about black women. My friends teased me about only wanting black men (I couldn't help it--they always seemed to be attracted to me!), but there was something about a delicious, ebony woman with a curvy, voluptuous body and softness that appealed to me.
I decided to test the waters, so to speak.
I licked the edge of my wine glass and flashed my baby blue eyes at her.
"Ohhhh I know a lot about big, black toys. If you can't get the real thing, a big black dildo is the next best thing!!"
She just shook her head at me and laughed.
"Damn girl, you're nuts!! You always know how to crack me up. I think I need to cut you off with the wine."
"So enlighten me...what do you know about big, black toys, Tawny?" I inquired raising my eyebrows a little, teasing her.
"Girl, don't even go there!" she laughed, "wouldn't you like to know honey!!"
I smiled, a bit seductively, enjoying the sweet, teasing banter between us. I felt a little excited and nervous, wondering where this was headed.
I caught myself glancing over Tawny. I had always thought she was sexy. She was a lot taller than me at 5'8 and had a full voluptuous body, soft curves in all the right places and a nice rounded, full booty. She had delicious honey-ebony skin--smooth and soft, with high cheekbones and full, ripe lips. I almost felt guilty checking her body out at the moment, but I couldn't help myself.
My mind wandered to her lovely curves and wondered what she looked like underneath her cotton yoga pants and her white tank. I shook my head and told myself to snap out of it.
"Hmm girl, you looked a million miles away right now. I hope you weren't having evil thoughts about doing harm to that dickhead salesman."
I leaned a bit closer and smiled an evil grin.
"Oh I was having evil thoughts all right but not about any salesmen!"
"Damn girl, you are bad. Your mind is always in the gutter!" she took my wine glass from me and I grabbed her hand.
"No, please don't take away my magical elixir!" I sighed dramatically