Any Way the Wind Blows - E. Lynn Harris [15]
A couple of days after I’d sent Rosa packing, I met a sister at Chaz & Wilsons on West Seventy-ninth between Columbus and Amsterdam, a club where a lot of the ball players go when they are in town for games. I spotted someone who looked good, but when we were getting ready to leave I gave her the weave test. I casually put my arm around her so I could check out her hair. It was long, but it was too scratchy to be the real deal. I decided to give the sister a chance, so I asked her if it was a weave, and she denied it. I then warned her by saying, “Sweetheart, if I get you home and there is anything fake about you, I’m sending you home quicker than you can say ‘gold-diggers r us.’” She looked at me and started swearing at me like she had Tourette’s syndrome. I left that bitch standing outside the club looking stupid and cussing at the wind.
Sallye and her friends were different. They were dressed in blazers and silk blouses. As I was going over to buy the ladies a drink, a woman walked up behind me and called out my name.
I turned around and asked, “Do I know you?”
“I’m Mandy. Remember? I work with Rosa.”
“Oh yeah, excuse me I got to run,” I said. The last thing I wanted to do was talk with one of Rosa’s good friends.
“You should call Rosa,” Mandy said.
I started to ask why, but thought quickly, What does it matter? I had more immediate tasks to take care of, like finding some new pussy tonight. Rosa and Mandy were not going to get in my way.
When Sallye walked into my apartment she immediately dropped her coat, and I could see the profile of her breasts through her silky plum-colored blouse. Her hips and ass looked delicious in the tight knee-length black skirt she was wearing. I picked up her coat, took mine off quickly, then grabbed her wrist and spun her around toward me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” I said as I kissed her lips and released the gold clip that was holding her long dark hair in an elegant ponytail. Her skin was the color of walnuts and caramel mixed together.
Sallye kissed me back like it had been a while, and I was feeling like I was getting ready to break the bank. I began to unbutton her blouse, and I felt her hard nipples through her sheer bra.
“Wait a minute,” Sallye said as she moved my hand and pulled back.
“Am I moving too fast?”
“I need to ask you something?”
“What?”
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Engaged?”
“No, now come on over here and let me get started,” I said.
“One more question,” Sallye said.
“I’m listening.”
“Are you gay or bisexual?”
I tried to keep my cool. “Damn, baby, if you thought that was the case, then why did you come home with me?”
“My girlfriends and I always ask these questions. You don’t look or act gay or bi, but answer the question,” Sallye said as she stopped unzipping her skirt from the back.
“No, I’m not either one of those things,” I said confidently. As far as I was concerned, that was the truth. I wasn’t gay or bisexual. She didn’t ask if I was on the down low and I didn’t tell her. Besides, she wasn’t looking at my lips but at the bulge in my pants. I could have said “hell yeah” and Sallye would have heard “hell no.”
I dropped my pants so she could see what she was staring at and my jimmie sprang out like the tongue of a snake.
“You are so phine,” Sallye said as she slipped off her skirt to reveal violet see-through panties. I slowly removed her blouse and I could see that her breasts were small, but round and plump, not like the silicone-enhanced breasts I ran across from time to time.
I picked Sallye up and moved her to the sofa and laid her down. I began kissing her legs, starting with her knee. Her skin was soft and moist and I could smell the subtle fragrance of perfume.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sallye asked