Sixty-Nine (11 page)

“Well, I’m going. And he invited you guys, too.”

“He invited us?” Darla raised her eyebrows.

“Yes. He knows the owner who’s some former boxing champ.” Rebe was perky. “So what’s up? You two wanna go, or what?”

“I don’t know,” said Darla. “I doubt it.”

“You know, I think I would.” Magnolia sipped her last sip of coffee.

“There ya go.” Rebe nodded.

Magnolia said, “But I’d probably just stand there in shock. Traumatized.”

“Armani said the first time, we should just watch and take it all in. Then, if we decide it’s not for us, we don’t have to
go back. No harm.”

“Okay.” Magnolia gave a thumbs-up nod.

“So, we’ll go soon. Maybe next month so we can build up the nerve.”

Darla said, “We’ve straight out all lost our minds.”

The drink girl approached with their water, juice, and tea, and poured more coffee for Magnolia.

“Thanks,” Magnolia said for them. She eyed her friends back and forth, again changing the subject. “I joined an adult site.”
Her words spilled.

Rebe asked, “You did?”

“Yep. And I had phone sex with this guy. It was a trip.”

Rebe smiled. “With a stranger, huh? Good girl.”

“You put a photo up?” Darla asked, putting a straw in her tea.

“Just a boob shot.”

“You are brave,” Rebe said.

“I told you I was curious. But not too curious, because wait. Neal…”

Darla jumped in. “Oh no. There’s that name again.”

“Listen. Neal tried to pull a fast one on me. Well, my dumb ass agreed to come by and talk, and he had the nerve to have his
new girl upstairs. They tried to set me up for a threesome.”

Rebe said, “Now that is some kinky shit there. You did say tried, right? You didn’t.”

“Ahh, no. Of course not. If I were ever to decide to be with two or more people at the same time, he would not be one of them.
That, I can tell you for sure.”

Darla shook her head. “Ahh, that’s messed up. So they tried to ambush you?”

Magnolia explained, “Yeah, and her sad ass is so pathetic. These women just do whatever these men want them to. She’s cool
with him having me on his mind while they screw. Not.”

Rebe picked up her water. “That is a trip. I hope you never see him again. Really. That’s just so disrespectful.”

Darla joked, “Magnolia, you know you were probably hoping to get laid by him when you went over in the first place. You’re
not fooling me one bit.”

“Well if I was, he ruined that for sure.”

“Man oh man. Slick old Neal. Kinky dude.”

“Yep. We knew that.” Darla sipped her tea.

Rebe said, “Just when you try to get a little bit wilder, he one-ups you.”

“And so Darla, what’s your status update anyway?” Magnolia asked.

“None. Just still trying to open this store.”

Rebe asked. “Did you like any of the spots you saw?”

“Yeah. Just still working it out. It takes time. Gotta get things lined up.”

Magnolia said nothing.

Rebe sipped her water and put the glass back down. “Okay. No extracurricular?”

“None.”

“Still got Aaron on the brain?” Magnolia asked.

“That. And even when I was having sex, I still had the orgasm thing. I’d probably bore a man to tears. I’d be better off just
doing the battery operated boyfriend thing.”

Rebe told Darla, speaking closer to the table, “See, you need to read up on why you’re not being able to come. I heard that
not having an orgasm is either a libido thing, or an issue you might need to get checked out, like blood flow. Or…”

Magnolia spoke up to complete her own version of the sentence. “Or, you’re not asking for what you want in bed.”

“Oh really? Well, what if I don’t know what it is I want in the first place?”

Magnolia continued, “I’ll tell you one thing. I’m no expert, but Darla, a man can play around all he wants to down there,
and there’s one main spot that’s only for the purpose of a woman having an orgasm, and no other reason. And that’s the lovely
clitoris.”

Rebe nodded, uncrossing and then crossing her legs. “Heck yeah, I know that’s right.”

“Darla, there are a lot of women who don’t even come vaginally, but orally, now that is a must. And it’s a beautiful thing.”
It seemed she had a flashback.

Darla thought back. “I can imagine. I think I’d gotten just about there before, but I admit, I pulled back.”

Rebe looked unconvinced. “Believe me, if someone was doing it right, there’d be no pulling back.”

Magnolia said, talking like she had a cure for cancer, “Darla, here’s what you’ve got to do.” She had one hand on her orange
juice and lowered her tone. “If you notice him licking it, or missing it, or close to it, whatever, tell him to take that
bad boy in his mouth and suck on it. ‘Suck’ is the magic word. Suck. I promise you. I may not know much, but that I do know.
A man who has those skills is a valuable asset to any woman.” She scooted her hips. “Hell, I’m getting horny. Where’s our
food? I need to eat and go home and get on my play site.”

Rebe said, “I know that’s right. I’m starving.”

Magnolia said, “So, Rebe, Darla wants to know what Make It Rain means.”

“I do not. Don’t even lie. That’s your question,” Darla said, giving Magnolia a look.

Rebe answered, “Whoever asked, that’s when the customers throw the money in the air and it falls down like rain.”

Magnolia said, “Oh, I thought it meant, like, to come all over someone. Like skeet?”

“Oh no. Even I knew that. You are old,” Darla joked and then asked in a lower tone, “Rebe, what I do want to know is, is it
true what they say about the champagne room? Do they have sex in there?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t.”

“No.”

“Okay, so if someone wants you to, then what?” Darla asked.

“I’ll say no.”

“You’re not even curious?”

Rebe said, “Even I know that sometimes curiosity can kill the cat.”

Magnolia laughed.

Rebe asked her, “Magnolia, so, are you trying to find a man online to marry and have kids with, or what?”

“Oh, hell no. And as far as having kids, I’m sure my eggs are dead anyway. They say by the time you’re forty, the three-hundred
thousand eggs you had at twenty-one are down to like nine thousand, and you haven’t got a snowball’s chance in hell at getting
pregnant.”

Rebe said, “I heard that madness. But I think it’s not the number of eggs, it’s the quality. You could still have some good
ones left.”

Magnolia looked around, back toward the direction of the waiter. “Speaking of eggs. Really. Where is our damn food?”

“For real.” Darla caught the waiter’s eye and flagged him down.

Magnolia continued, “I say, expecting that picket fence, fidelity, two and one-half kids, and a dog, or cat, or frigging hamster,
is just a mirage. Be glad you have a roof and a job and your health. Life ain’t but a minute. Screw the rest.”

“I plan to,” Rebe joked.

Magnolia said, “I’m starting to believe you will. Making up for lost time. What are you on, some kind of Viagra for women
or something?”

As they laughed, the waiter came up and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

Darla pointed toward the kitchen. “Young man, where’s our food?”

Rebe watched Darla’s facial expressions, inching to a frown.

He said, looking hurried, “I apologize. We’re just very busy. I’ll check on it now. I’ll make sure we bring it out right away,
ma’am.”

Rebe got ready to say something but Darla beat her to it.

“And young man, listen to me. Please don’t use the word
ma’am
. You wouldn’t know what we mean unless you were a forty-year-old female and someone said it to you. But, please, take our
word for it. It’s not good.” Rebe and Magnolia nodded at him.

He spoke fast and almost bowed. “Oh, okay, please know that I apologize. I had no idea. It won’t happen again.”

“Good,” said Darla.

“Sorry.” The waiter turned around just as their food was brought over by another server.

Darla watched them pass out the plates, steam doing its dance off the hot entrees, the smells of green peppers and butter
and salmon made themselves known. The potent smell intoxicated Darla as she inhaled and savored the aromas; however, it was
not enough to make her forget about her other hunger. Darla said in a low voice, still on the previous topic, “Suck it, huh?”

Rebe’s mouth dropped and she laughed. “Uh oh. Seems like you’re ready.”

All Darla did in reply was bow her head. The others did as well. She said, “God bless this food for the nourishments of our
bodies.”

“Amen,” they all said together.

They grabbed their silverware and began to eat, while Darla gave each of them an unbelievable look like they were all going
to burn in hell.

All because of a sex promise.

She also prayed that Magnolia picked up the tab for their breakfast meals.

Thankfully for Darla, her prayer was answered.

I
t had been a minute since the drama of Neal inviting Magnolia over for a threesome with him and his new woman. Magnolia had
been online every night since she first signed up for GFF. She was bound and determined to spill over into the world that
she’d for years talked herself out of taste testing. She felt sad for Keyonna, but also a little envious that Keyonna was
not jealous or rigid. It made Magnolia wonder if exploring beyond the boundaries was so bad after all.

Magnolia searched through the naughty videos and watched women with women, guys with guys, big breasted, big dicks, different
nationalities, and fetishes. At first she was in amazement at what was out there in the world, and with what people were willing
to do. Some women squirted their liquid orgasms like water, some sat on fake penises that had suction cups secured to a coffee
table or against the wall, and some inserted foot-long dildos in every orifice, while most of the members just wanted a sex
partner for the evening.

Magnolia, once again, for the fourth time, had phone sex with Carl, and even did a webcam chat with HungHenry, and then with
BigBoom. She’d had her sixth request to play from LeanAndJean. She denied, again. The new Magnolia was willing, but just wasn’t
into couples.

She searched and selected and watched, and then another chat request chimed. LeanAndJean. She clicked deny, and then sent
them a message.
No thanks, LeanAndJean. Maybe when it’s Lean without the Jean.

She chuckled to herself.
Even then. No.

She turned to her cell and thought about maybe calling someone over who she knew from her past. Someone to do her the way
she could possibly now be open to. But the ones in her past were so-so at best. She scrolled through some numbers and got
to the
G
’s, and then saw Neal’s name. A thought came to her head. To again log on to his account at Ocean Bank.

Don’t.

Don’t.

She did.

Curiosity took her by the hand and squeezed. Before she knew it, she’d clicked the browser and logged in, reading about a
debit in the amount of seventy-three dollars and four cents at Charlotte Russe, and a debit in the amount of twenty-nine dollars
and ninety-five cents to Grown Folks Finder.com. Magnolia’s antenna shot straight up. She closed down the connection.

Her computer chimed. LeanAndJean replied to her message.
That can be arranged.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. A bell went off in Magnolia’s swift brain that told her maybe, just maybe the name LeanAndJean was
really Neal and Keyonna. Neal spelled backward. She looked closely at her own photo and remembered that she wore the black
angel charm in the shot. She spoke as if she was not in her bedroom alone. “That sucker is a member of this site. Could he
have figured out it’s me? Maybe that’s why he tried that mess and invited me over. He knew I was on this damn site.”

This time, it was Magnolia who initiated the chat request. The chat box expanded, accepted. And someone typed.

Hello sexy.

She typed,
Hi.

Thanks for requesting.

No problem. I’ve been overwhelmed by the site. It’s hard to maneuver.

We see. We knew you were pretty new. Never saw you before the other day.

Yes I am new. Who am I talking to?

This is Lean.

Lean, huh? Okay. So you got rid of Jean?

She’s not home right now. But she liked your photo, too. She’s a breast woman.

Oh really?

Yes. But I can tell from your profile you’re only into men. It’s cool.

Okay. So, you play alone.

Yes. But you’d like her.

Really? So why do you call yourself lean?

I’m tall. Low percent body fat. But I’m a big guy.

Uh-huh. Big all over, I hope?

I am.

Nice. You’re not going to ask what I look like?

No. I saw enough. We’re both into breasts.

I see. Well, I do have enough to feed the needy. So you live in Miami.

Yes.

Good.

Do you think we could meet?

Maybe.

He just went for it.
Like tonight?

Possibly.

Say the Holiday Inn Miami Beach. At eleven.

Magnolia replied as though she couldn’t wait.
Sure.

Cool. Check the front desk. Ask for the room number for Jean Lean. They’ll tell you. I’ll tell them Tangie will ask. No worries.

Got it. See you then.

Bye, Tangie.

And that quick, Magnolia got so excited she couldn’t contain herself.
See. This is gonna be good. No worries my ass.
She’d set a date to meet a stranger to have sex, only this stranger was her ex-boyfriend. But this time, Magnolia just may
have been one step ahead of him.

Four knocks on the door.

“Just a minute,” a female voice said.

Footsteps.

Magnolia heard the door unlock and the knob turn. The door opened.

She, a white woman with golden eyes and platinum, shoulder length hair, fake black lashes, and skin so brown one would’ve
thought she applied an entire bottle of bronzer, stood before Magnolia. “Tangie?” she asked.

“Yes,” Magnolia said, and then she remembered.
Oh no. I just know this is not who I think it is.
She gave a cautious sigh and braced herself.

“I’m Jean,” the platinum woman said. “Come in.” She stepped aside wearing a short red dress, and opened the door wider.

Magnolia counted to three and crossed the threshold, aligned her canvas bag over her shoulder, and prepared for what lie ahead,
holding her inhale and then forcing a release of air.

The platinum-haired woman told Magnolia, “Glad you came. I know you’re probably a little nervous coming by yourself. I know
I would be, too.”

“Yes,” was all Magnolia said as she stepped inside the narrow entryway, her feet cooperating but her mind suddenly told her
not to go farther, yet the large off-white room was before her, and lying across the king poster bed at a six-foot-six angle,
wearing only boxers, with the remote in his hand, looking like Michael Jordan himself, was lean Randall Richardson, Rebe’s
ex-husband.

There was the sound of the door closing, and the audio of Fox Sports on the flat screen.

“Hi, Magnolia.” His voice was deep and friendly, and slow. He smiled like they were at a family reunion.

That damn face. That damn voice. Damn.
“Randall.” She nodded. Her expression was even more stressed than her voice.

“Surprise, huh?” He had to have known her answer.

“Yes. To say the least.” Magnolia stood still. “What in the world are you guys, I mean you and Kandi, doing here? It is Kandi,
right? Not Jean,” she asked, expecting Randall to answer.

“It is,” Kandi said from behind her.

Randall said, “Small world.”

Magnolia blinked her sight back to Kandi. “I knew you looked familiar. I’ve only seen you in photos from when Trinity came
by for your daughter’s birthday party.”

“Yes. I saw you on Trinity’s Facebook page.”

“So you knew who I was when you opened the door?”

Kandi nodded and gave a soft grin, looking like she wanted to say more.

Magnolia looked at Randall as she readjusted her purse strap. “I’m going to go.”

Randall spoke up. “You don’t have to.” A half-empty bottle of bourbon was on the nightstand. He sat up along the corner of
the bed. His muscular legs went on forever. His chest was defined and hairy. His six-pack was an eight-pack. His biceps were
chiseled.

Magnolia looked down to fight the sight, and then looked at Kandi and then back at him. “Oh, yes I do. This really is not
turning out the way I thought it would. I mean, I’m open to new things in my life, but being here. No.”

“Magnolia, as far as Kandi and I are concerned, it turned out just the way we wanted it to.”

“So, you knew it was me?”

“Your description, your breasts, and that ladybug on your neck.”

Magnolia touched her neck. “You are kidding me. You saw that in the photo.”

His speech was unsteady. Almost a slur. “Barely. But if not for the tattoo, I’d be able to draw your cleavage in my sleep
if necessary. I’ve noticed everything about you from the first day Rebe brought me to your house to meet you.”

Magnolia was half surprised, half not. She glanced over at Randall’s wife, ready to duck if necessary.

Kandi added, “I saw you online first, and then he looked closer. He wasn’t one-hundred percent sure but, actually, I’m really
glad he was right.” Kandi kept her sights on Magnolia’s chest. “Nice.”

Magnolia noticed her notice. “Oh my goodness. Really, I have to go.”

“Please don’t,” Randall said.

“You of all people know that Rebe is basically my sister. I just can’t.” She turned back toward the door while her devotion
skills were still intact.

“Don’t run away. Stay. Just for a minute.”

“Please,” Kandi said, now sitting on the settee at the foot of the bed, spreading her legs, pantieless.

Magnolia faced them and paced her breaths, eyes saying she was in a place where she didn’t belong. She watched, and Randall
came to a tall stance and then knelt down to his wife, meeting her waxed vagina as she opened her legs. And he went to town,
keeping an eye on Magnolia, who looked frozen in place. Randall kept up his mouth between Kandi’s slender legs and ate her.
Her white tan surrounded his dark, bald head. He did his oral thing and she squealed, tossing her head back. And by the time
they changed places, Magnolia had dropped her bag onto the floor and stood closer to the bed, watching Kandi suck Randall’s
tall dick all the way down to her tonsils.

The sight was forbidden.

Magnolia watched the kinky goings-on, similar to Neal and Keyonna getting freaky, and this time, she asked permission for
her internal self to let her witness the act for herself. Seeing two people get down like that had her absolutely mesmerized.

Randall’s eyes were filled with lust. “Touch her back. Just put your hand on her back while she sucks. Go ahead,” he urged,
looking at Magnolia’s hand and then at his wife, as if drawing an imaginary line to guide her.

Magnolia took a deep breath and placed her fingertip on Kandi’s lower back, standing behind her, and then she used her whole
hand. She noticed the smoothness of Kandi’s skin, unlike any man she’d ever touched before.

She had a bird’s-eye view of Kandi’s dick-sucking skills, and preferred to look at the deep throat action as opposed to into
Randall’s familiar eyes. That would have ruined her self-talk, speaking to her better judgment, trying to convince it that
it was not really Randall. It was only a black dick, getting some head, that it really wasn’t the dick of her best friend’s
former husband.

Within thirty seconds, Kandi was on all fours, backed up to Randall who was deep inside, delving and pumping his stiffness,
looking back at Magnolia, who watched closely. Kandi’s lower back was tramped out with a scripted stamp that claimed her as
his, that read,
Randall’s.

Now caught up in the allure of erotic voyeurism, Magnolia was at the point of no return, and she lifted her own dress, put
her hand inside her panties and fingered herself. She was soaked.

Randall reached back and took her hand, placing it on his back. He found her other hand and placed it on his shoulder and
brought her closer to him so that her full breasts pressed against his back. He smelled of alcohol. She smelled of gardenia.

She found herself moving in the same motion as his fucking.

And it was as though another person, a vixen disguised as Magnolia, suddenly said, “Fuck her. Get that pussy. Let me see how
you fuck her. Show me what that big dick can do.” She’d gone further into the sin den, and played along.

And Kandi moaned a long moan like a cat in heat. She looked back with her golden, bedroom eyes, and arched her back, taking
in the sight of Magnolia behind her man. Kandi fucked Randall back faster and harder. Her intense wetness meeting his thrusting
penis made sultry sloshing sounds.

Randall grabbed the back of Magnolia’s head, bringing her face to his neck. He instantly yelled. “Ahh, yeah. Ummgh. Ummgh.”
His frame tensed up and he lost control.

Magnolia spoke along the skin of his shoulder. “That’s it. That’s how you come inside of that pussy.” Her words came from
a mind that was caught up. Caught up into the newness of the freaky.

Randall wound down his release and also wound back up just as fast.

Magnolia rose from the bed behind him and stood, shaking her head. It was like at that very instant, her guilt had gotten
over its amnesia. And her sanity hit hard again.