I said, “Well, how did Tracy get in?”
“Science-fucking-fiction,” Yolanda said, spraying me with some of her drink. “I told her where to go, and who to talk to, and she got in with science fiction, just like I said she would. Then she tried the little black television show thing, and that didn’t work. She tried the freelance script writing thing for the major networks, and wasn’t paying any consistent bills. And then she lucked up with Led Astray because it was a raw emotion project that struck with the right people at the right time.”
She said, “But now your cousin’s luck has run the hell out with those two last films she tried to do, and what are we discussing now to get her back in, a science fiction movie. All she has to do is look good, and let those computer graphics people do what they have to do. Because, see, when white folks watch science fiction movies, as long as there are enough special effects going on, they can finally get past our damn color.”
I had heard enough from Yolanda, I really had. She made me not want to fuck with Hollywood at all. Was it that damned racist out there? Black people still seemed to be in movies. But how the hell were they getting in them if it was that difficult to pitch anything black?
“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom,” I said, just to get away from Yolanda.
She said, “Well, when you come back, I can tell you more of what you need to know.”
“I’m not fucking coming back,” I mumbled under my breath. I was using bitter language and everything. That was not even my style. Yolanda had really gotten under my skin. So I romped on my way to the bathroom, feeling shitty about my big cousin duping me with the Flyy Girl project, and somebody reached out and grabbed my arm.
I looked, and was ready to let whoever have a piece of my sour mind at the moment, and spotted Anthony Coolidge, who had taken a couple of media courses with me at UCLA. He was a slightly older guy who had returned to school to finish what he started years ago, after dropping out to get involved in straight-to-video movies. Once that stopped paying off for him, he was right back in school to finish his education.
He said, “I see you’re here mixing with the in-crowd.”
Anthony was mixed with Indian or something. He had the prettiest brown skin and thick curly hair that he managed to keep cut just right.
I was startled by him. He was over six feet tall and dressed in a charcoal gray suit, with white shirt, and an eye-popping tie.
“Where are you on your way to?” he asked me.
“The restroom,” I told him.
He said, “To rest, or to do something else?”
It was a corny joke, but he still held my attention with it somehow. He was hinting at being fresh.
“What do you think I’m about to do?” I asked him. I wanted to see where he was going with it.
He smiled with perfect white teeth and said, “To relieve yourself. We all have to do that at some point or another.”
He was being fresh and tactful at the same time.
So, fuck it, I decided to play his game. I had nothing better to do. My damn cousin was bullshitting me about my dream, and she had dragged me to another one of her bullshit-ass Hollywood parties. I was all dressed up in electric blue silk like a damn grown-up, black Barbie doll, so I decided to act grown.
“And what do you know about it?” I asked Anthony.
He stopped and searched my face to see if I was willing to go there.
He said, “I know plenty about release. Sometimes it just jumps up and grabs you without warning. You know what I mean?”
I asked him, “What if I don’t? What if I never been jumped up and grabbed before?”
He read my face to see if I was serious again.
“Well, there’s always a first time, too.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“And how do you know when it’s gonna be first?”
He looked deep into my eyes and said, “You just let it happen and be natural with it. And I don’t mean like, natural without protection. I mean natural emotions. When you feel it strong enough, you just let it go.”
I nodded to him. I said, “I’ll think about it while I’m in here . . . relieving myself,” I added with a grin.
He smiled back at me and said, “Yeah, you do that.”
I walked into the restroom and felt tingles all over. I had never gone there with a guy before, but I had imagined it. Every girl had her fantasies whether she allowed them to happen or not. But I was ready to allow them to happen now. Like Anthony said, when you feel it, you just let it go. And I was feeling it.
I did what I had to do in the bathroom, and made sure that everything was up to par with me, just in case I let somebody explore something that night. Like I said, I did have my fantasies.
When I walked back out from the restroom, I spotted my cousin Tracy. She had appeared just in the nick of time to cock-block my flow.
“It figures,” I mumbled to myself. Fortunately, I had driven myself to the event that night in my brand new Volkswagen Bug. I never said that Tracy didn’t take care of me. But that was besides the point. She had pulled the rug over my eyes regarding the real business of Hollywood, and I wasn’t feeling too happy about that.
Once she spotted me, I walked in her direction and away from Anthony on purpose. I would deal with him later.
When I reached her, Tracy asked me, “Are you okay?” She was just checking up on me, I guess.
I said, “Tracy, I really don’t feel like hanging out here all night. So I think I’m about ready to drive on home and see what my girls are up to.”
It was closing in on eleven o’clock on Saturday night, so the night was still young.
Tracy looked me over. “Are you sure?”
“Actually, if I had my own car before, I would have left a lot of these parties earlier. I mean, it’s just not my thing to hang around and talk if things are not getting accomplished by it,” I hinted to her.
She nodded to me. I’m sure she understood.
She said, “Well, drive safe tonight, and stay out of trouble.”
I looked over at her friend Dalvin and asked her, “And what kind of trouble are you gonna get into tonight?”
She smiled at me and declined to answer.
“Go on out of here, girl. I’ll see you when I see you. You’re responsible enough to know what to do.”
She was telling me in her way that she might not be coming home that night, and that was music to my ears. I was mapping out my own plans for the night.
So I kissed my cousin on the cheek, and walked back in Anthony’s direction on my way out.
As soon as I approached him, I asked him boldly, “Do you have a room here?” I didn’t have any time to ruin my plans with too much small talk out in the open. I didn’t want too many people to see me talking to him for too long. I would talk to him more in private later.
“I do,” he answered.
“Are you sharing it with anyone?”
“Not if I don’t have to.”
“I would prefer that you didn’t,” I told him.
“Well, then, I won’t.”
I said, “What room are you in?”
“Twelve-eleven.”
“I’ll meet you there in ten minutes,” I told him.
He hesitated. I guess I had caught him off guard with my urgency and forwardness, but I had no time to waste.
I smiled at him as I spoke and shook his hand to make my fake exit. I said, “If you’re not there, or if it’s too complicated, then I’m leaving. Now let me make my exit and then sneak up to see you.”
He smiled real calmly and said, “I like your style.”
I told him, “You make sure you make a clean exit, too.”
“I will.”
I let his hand go and waved good-bye. He waved back to me as I made my final rounds.
When I reached Yolanda again, she had her eyes wide open for Anthony.
“Who is that?”
“He goes to UCLA wi
th me, but I don’t really know him like that,” I told her.
She said, “Well, you need to get to know him.”
I grinned and shook my head. I said, “I’m just letting you know that I’m cutting out of here. I want to go catch up with my girls. You know, Tracy told me to enjoy myself while I’m still young so that’s what I’m gonna do.”
Yolanda said, “Are you trying to call us old in here?”
I grinned. “No, but you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” she responded to me. “Because I’m not old yet.” She was still staring over at Anthony when she said it.
“Well, let me get out of here,” I told her.
I walked away from her and found Kendra and Susan to say my good-byes to them, and to congratulate Susan on her engagement. Then I headed out of the ballroom toward the lobby area and managed to slide right onto a just arriving elevator. Since Tracy had taken a limo to the event, I didn’t worry about her spotting my car in the parking garage. My black Volkswagen didn’t really stand out in a parking lot anyway. Unless you were right next to it, you barely noticed it.
I rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor with no other guests onboard. It was a perfect setup.
I arrived on the twelfth floor and walked past Anthony’s room on purpose. I wanted to act lost, just in case someone spotted me there in the hallway. So I walked all the way down to the opposite end of the hall, slowly looking at the room numbers. By the time I turned around and began to make my way back up the hall toward his room, he walked out from the elevator ahead of me.
He turned immediately toward his room and didn’t even see me behind him.
“Looking for somebody?” I teased him.
He turned and spotted me. He grinned and said, “Yeah, I’m looking for this stunning UCLA college girl out here from Philadelphia.”
“Is she supposed to be coming to your room or something?”
“She said she was. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if she was serious,” he told me.
As we said all this he opened his room door and motioned for me to walk in. There were two double beds in the room. I sat on the bed closest to the bathroom and the front door. He sat on the dresser and faced me.
“So, who are you rooming with?” I asked him.
“This buddy of mine I’ve shot a few movies with.”
I nodded. I said, “He doesn’t mind you kicking him out?”
He smiled. “I would do the same for him. We already have that policy.”
“Oh, so you do this a lot then.” Maybe I was talking too much. I didn’t need all of that information. But I did ask him. Maybe I was asking too much.
He said, “Well, it’s just a policy based on a what-if. That’s not to say it’s going to happen every time.”
“So why are you here?”
There I was asking too many questions again. I guess I couldn’t help myself.
He said, “We’re trying to get in with the in-crowd. It’s a work situation thing. We don’t all have famous cousins to walk us in like you have,” he stated.
I didn’t even want to talk about Hollywood business anymore. I was feeling daring and sexual, so I changed the subject.
I said, “So, why did you feel the need to flirt with me?”
He smiled again and chuckled at me. “Actually, I didn’t think of it consciously. It just came out how it came out,” he said. “But I always noticed you at school. I just haven’t seen you away from school and looking like this.”
“What, like a debutante?”
He said, “Yeah. So I guess it turned me on a little bit. I mean, I’ve always been attracted to you, but you seemed like you were all about your work. Either that or you had a man already, so I didn’t really bother you.”
I nodded. I didn’t know if it was all game or not, but I didn’t really care. My girlish fantasies were on my mind, and I just didn’t know how to start them. Nevertheless, I still could have waited. But in my frustrations with Tracy and the whole Flyy Girl movie development, I was just becoming tired of waiting around for shit. I wanted something to happen. And this was it.
“So, here we are,” I hinted, and I uncrossed my legs.
Anthony chuckled and said, “Yeah, here we are,” but he still didn’t make any moves.
I grew impatient with him and said, “So, what do you want to do with me?” I didn’t have all night to play guessing games. I mean, he had started talking fresh to me, now he was getting all hesitant. Did he want my goodies or not?
“What do you want me to do?” he asked me back.
That was the right question to ask me.
I said, “You’ll do it?”
“Try me.”
I said, “Okay. I want to know what it feels like if you put your tongue on me.”
He said, “It’ll feel good.”
“Well . . . I wanna feel good then.”
He sunk to his knees on the floor right in front of me.
He said, “You do?”
He smelled good, too.
I looked into his dark eyes and said, “Yeah.”
Then he reached out with both hands and caressed my breasts. He started to scratch my nipples straight through my silk with his pinkie fingers, and they hardened instantly.
“Go on and lean back and close your eyes,” he told me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes with my legs still hanging off the bed.
Anthony slid his hands under my dress and found my panty and stocking lines to pull them off.
I relaxed, inhaling and exhaling. It was only sex. And I refused to allow myself to be freaked out about it like Raheema had been in Flyy Girl. I was just going to relax and let it happen.
Anthony pulled off my stockings, panties, and shoes, and spread my legs, while placing them over his shoulders. Then he sunk his head between my legs and inside of my dress.
Oh my God, I thought to myself. This is it. He’s about to do it.
I felt his cold, wet, licking tongue on my good spot and began to shiver. Then he reached up with his hands and started to softly scratch my nipples with his pinkie fingers again.
I moaned and reached down to grab his head through my dress.
“Unnnhhh.”
Talk about feeling good. Damn! What did I wait all that long for?
I began to work my hips into his mouth as he continued licking me.
“Uuuuewww, yeaaahhh,” I moaned to him.
He kept working my nipples with his fingers and my good part with his tongue until I was vibrating on the bed with pulsations running through my body.
I felt all wet down below and nasty, but I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. It felt good nasty. I’m not even gonna try and be discreet and lie about it. The truth was the truth, and that man was eating me out like some kind of addictive tropical fruit.
When he finally stopped, my body, mind, and soul were all exhausted. I was all limp on that bed like a peeled banana skin.
Anthony stood up from his position on the floor between my legs and asked me if he could put his thing inside of me.
He said, “I have protection.”
I couldn’t even talk. I just nodded to him weakly. There was no sense in stopping him. While I was already wet and nasty up between my legs, I figured I might as well let him finish the job. I didn’t feel like moving from the bed anyway. And he didn’t even bother to take the rest of my clothes off.
I said, “I’m still in my dress.” I figured he would want to take it off.
He said, “Leave it on. I like that. It’s kinky.”
Who was I to argue? I could barely move to take it off myself, so I left it on.
I happened to look down at Anthony’s thing while he slid the condom on, and I was scared to death. I don’t know what the average size was supposed to be, but it looked like he needed both hands to hold it. So I just closed my eyes and got ready to hold in the pain or scream from it.
As soon as it pushed up inside of me, I tried to pull back from him.
“Oh my God. Wait, wait,” I told him.
He said, “I got it. Just relax.”
I could feel a single tear roll down the side of my face as he entered me. I mean, there was no room left inside of me to move. But he found a way to position his body just right, so that he could slide his big thing in and out of me extra slow. And I made sure to hold on to his hips with both my hands to stop him from hurting me with any sudden movements.
“I got it,” he continued to whisper to me. “It’s nice and tight.”
“Is that good?” I whimpered to him.
“Oh, yesss,” he hissed to me. And he started moving faster.
But it didn’t hurt anymore. It was starting to feel warm. My whole insides felt warm. It felt like a giant, slippery worm was moving inside my body. So I moved with it. And moved with it. And moved with it.
“Oooh, shit,” Anthony moaned into my face. His body began to lose its steady rhythm until we became one. I couldn’t tell where his body ended and my body began. So I used all of the strength in my arms to pull him down to me and make us a human sandwich.
And it got hot. So hot that I lost control of my mouth and started squealing.
“Nnnnnhhh,” I moaned to him.
And “Uuuuuuhhhh,” he moaned back to me.
Our bodies became a mess of hot wetness as we shook like crazy in each other’s arms, burning up and sweating, with my damn silk dress still on between us.
I had to regain my breath for nearly five minutes before I had enough energy to speak again.
I said, “I feel so nasty right now.”
Anthony was still on top of me with all of his weight. When he laughed, he felt even heavier. But somehow it didn’t bother me. It just felt warm and comfortable. I guess that’s how a man was supposed to feel to a woman. No wonder we fell in love. He could lie on me like that forever, and I wouldn’t even care.
He said, “Girl, that felt like . . . it was tailor-made.”
I smiled. I said, “I didn’t know that big thing could fit inside of me. That’s amazing,” I told him.
He said, “Yeah . . . but it’s all about how you work it.”