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I didn’t answer. I just got up and headed toward the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, we were going for it again in the shower. I glanced down at the tennis bracelet sparkling on my arm, remembering how the entire chain of events had been set off by a ten-percent-off coupon.
“Stranger things have happened,” I whispered as Victor got on his knees and buried his head between my legs.
The Flood—Part Two: Not Me, No Way, Oh Maybe
Shit! I couldn’t believe my eyes. The day had been going bad enough already. Instead of hanging out with my sorority sisters, I had to study chemistry before I flunked out of college completely. I got up early in the fucking morning, went over to the science building to make up some lab work, and then it started raining. It wasn’t raining cats and dogs. It was raining fucking cows and pigs.
I hadn’t heard a damn thing about rain coming that day. Then again, I had partied the night before and rarely listened to the news anyway. I had gone through at least three boom boxes a year during my first two years of college but my television was rarely turned on.
I was never in my room unless I was studying, and my study habits left a lot to be desired. I’ll admit that my parents were so strict on me in high school that when I escaped and left Hotlanta for D.C., I was “out there” from day one.
As soon as I got to college, fine-ass men were hanging out in front of the freshmen girls’ dorm. While Hotlanta had a lot of brothas, they had played out to some extent. My friends from high school always used to hang out at Morehouse picking up men, but my folks weren’t having it. They kept me under lock and key from the time I reached puberty. It was like they could sense boys sniffing my pussy or something.
Hell, I didn’t lose my virginity until I got to college and that was just downright sad. My closest friends had been banging up a storm for what seemed like decades, even though it had only been a few years. Let’s just say I made up for lost time when I got to college.
I didn’t give it up my first night on campus but I gave it up the second night. His name was Bernard but they called him “The Body” and damn, did he have one! Bernard looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. He was light-skinned with dark, bedroom eyes and muscles for days.
I met him at a house party; someplace I had no damn business being since I didn’t and still don’t know who owned the house. I went to the party with this sister, who lived across the hall from me in the dorm. My roommate turned me off from the second I met her so I wasn’t going a damn place with her.
Anyway, Lisa and I arrived at this row house about eight blocks from campus and there were wall-to-wall people up in that joint. I noticed Bernard right away, probably because he was surrounded by hoochie mommas damn near flashing their tits at him. Now, being inexperienced, I was a little skird at first, but then I made a life-altering decision.
My parents were a long-ass way from me. My pussy had never been stuck, sucked, or fucked. I was in college, which meant I had some brains. I was an adult, so I said, “Fuck it,” out loud and marched right up to him. I was rude and pushed a few of the whores out my way. They weren’t happy either.
“My name’s Frenchie, what’s yours?” I asked him.
“Bernard,” he replied in a sexy-ass voice.
I could barely hear him, but luckily the music was concentrated in the basement so we could at least talk.
“You go to school here, Bernard?” I inquired.
“Yeah, I’m a senior. You?”
“I’m a freshman.” I pushed my breasts up on him, all 34C of them. “I guess that would make me fresh meat.”
He laughed in my face. “I guess it would.”
One of the other bitches copped an attitude. “Um, Bernard, I thought we were hooking up tonight,” she stated nastily.
He gave her an annoyed look. “Maybe we will; maybe we won’t. Let me get to know youngun over here.”
“I like the way you talk,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s sexy.”
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh. In fact, why don’t we blow this joint?”
Bernard looked me up and down and obviously decided that I was the pick of the evening. Virgin or not, if nothing else, I knew my ass was fine. In fact, next month, I’m going on that reality TV show Elimidate just to prove that I’m the shit and can get any man I want. I’m trying to get on Blind Date and The 5th Wheel, too. I might as well do them all. I want to get on that Blackgentlemen.com show but the waiting list is so damn long, I might be in a rocking chair before I land a spot on that bitch.
Bernard and I ended up back at his apartment. He lived a few miles from campus and drove a fly-ass Corvette. He was originally from the Bronx and I loved his accent. I also loved his dick. Shit, I adored his dick.
“The Body” was shocked when I informed him about my virginity. Then this big-ass grin spread across his face.
“Damn, your cherry’s still intact?” he asked, moving in closer to me on the sofa.
“Intact and ready to be busted,” I replied.
