An Urban Drama (2 page)

Lorenzo smiled at me. “I could show you that right now if you wanted to see it, but what I got to show you, you gotta come with me to see.”

“Why can’t you just tell me what it is?”

“’Cause I want you to hold it in your hands and know that it’s for real.”

“Sounds like we still talkin’ about your dick.”

“Yeah, you wanna see it, the way you keep on talkin’ about it.”

“You must be smokin’ that rock you sellin’. I don’t wanna see that dried-up little thing you got.”

“Cool. Since
we
both know it ain’t about no dick, you can come with me so I can show you what I gotta show you.”

I went along with him. We told Teena and Chris that we would be back, and it wasn’t long before we were in his apartment. I don’t have to tell you that ‘
da
crib’ was laid. The whole place had a black and white theme. The furniture was white leather and just about everything else was black. He had every kind of electronic device you could possibly imagine, plus a few things that I had no idea what they were.

“I hope I can find it. I ain’t looked at them in years,” he said as he went into the bedroom.

I followed him and sat on the bed while he searched in the closet. I picked up the remote and turned on the flat-screen TV. While he searched the closet I flipped channels, wondering what I would say when he came out of the closet and sat down next to me, talking ’bout he can’t find whatever it is that he’s looking for. As far as I was concerned, this was nothing more than a clever way to get me here. I started to call him out on it, but I decided to just let it ride and see where Lorenzo was going with this.

“I know they’re in here somewhere. I never throw anything out.” The search continued for a minute or two more before he finally said, “Here they are.” He came out of the closest and sat next to me on the bed. “This should prove to you that I didn’t just forget about you.”

“What are those?” I asked.

“Here,” he said, and handed me two envelopes. They were addressed to Nina Thomas at
Hamilton
University
in
Hamilton
,
Virginia
. They were marked
r
eturn to
s
ender,
n
o
s
uch
a
ddress
. “I wrote those letters to you and mailed them, but they came back.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s ’cause I went to
Hampton
University
, in
Hampton
,
Virginia
, not
Hamilton
, silly.” I suddenly felt myself getting all warm and sentimental. Not only did he try to write, but he saved the letters for five years.

“Oh shit, really? Damn, I feel stupid.”

“You should feel stupid. How many times did I tell you it was Hampton, not
Hamilton
?”

“A bunch of times, Nina,” Lorenzo said, and that’s when I saw it. I got up and walked over to his dresser to look at the picture stuck on the mirror. It was faded and the edges were all curled up, but there it was—my high school graduation picture.

“I can’t believe you still have this.”

“Never forgot you, Nina. I thought about you every day.”

I felt a rush of warmth when he kissed me. It was like it was all happening in slow motion. Maybe it was him, maybe it was the rum and weed, I don’t know, but it seemed as though his touch made my head spin. I felt myself losing control of the situation, so I pulled away.

“Slow down, handsome. We got plenty of time for all that.”

“All right, all right, but I don’t think you know how I’m feeling right now,” Lorenzo said.

“Yeah, I do, but we left Teena and Chris at the bar.”

“So? They’ll be all right. They looked like they
was
gettin’ along just fine.”

“Maybe, but I would be mad as hell at her if she run off with somebody and left me with a stranger.”

“All right, all right,” he said,
then
kissed me. “We can go back for them, but you gotta promise me something right now.”

“What’s that?” I asked and he held me tighter.

“Promise you’ll never leave me again,” Lorenzo said, and he kissed me again.

“Never.”

Lorenzo was right: Teena and Chris were getting along just fine without us. We got back to the bar in time to take Teena to the Escalade so she could follow Chris wherever he was going. After we dropped them off, I went back to Lorenzo’s apartment with him. As soon as we got through the door, he was all over me. We were both naked before I knew it.

There we were, both of us standing in his living room, breathing hard, and surrounded by a pile of clothes. “What?” I said as we stood there staring at each other.

“You are so beautiful, Nina. Let’s take a shower so I can bathe you,” Lorenzo said.

When the water temperature was right, h
e led me by the hand into the shower and picked up a bar of soap. He began rubbing the soap between his hands until both were lathered heavily. I occupied myself by rubbing his rather large and very hard erection between my hands.

With the bar of soap in one hand, he began to lather my body, sliding his hands delicately over every inch of my body. My eyes fluttered shut and my head drifted back as I continued to massage his erection. Once he had soaped my whole body, Lorenzo pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. He slid his body up and down against mine, staring into my eyes the whole time. “You are so beautiful, Nina.”

I tried to say something, but all I could do was moan. The feeling of his chest against my nipples made them swell. “Turn around,” Lorenzo said, and I quickly complied, turning my body into the shower. He started again, sliding his body against mine. He massaged my breasts gently, squeezing my nipples as the water beat against my body, washing away the soap.

Lorenzo ran his hand across my stomach, fingering my navel. His hand made the occasional pass across my pubic hair. He started kissing and licking my neck, sucking and gently biting my earlobes. Then his index finger found my clit. My eyes and mouth both opened wide. Again, I tried to speak as his finger massaged my clit. Again, no words could escape. His touch was soft and gentle yet firm, all at once. It felt as if waves of electric current emanated from my clit and spread throughout my body. I reached for the wall to steady myself; my knees locked, and my body shuddered from the inside out.

I forced myself to pull away from him. I quickly washed the remaining soap from his body and pulled him out of the shower.
We slowly dried one another, each of us exploring the other’s body with the towel, our hands, and our eyes.

“Lie down. I’m gonna give you a massage.” He kneeled on the floor and poured a little baby oil on my legs, rubbing it in slowly. He began massaging my calves, then did the same to my thighs, exploring with his tongue until I felt my body shake. Rising from his knees, he sat next to me on the bed and applied oil to my arms and chest.

I took the bottle from him. “Lay down on your back. Let me do you,” I said.

Lorenzo smiled his reply and quickly complied with my wishes. Now it was my turn to kneel on the bed next to him. I poured the lotion into my hands and rubbed them together,
then
I began to massage his thighs gently. I straddled his torso as he looked on with great anticipation. I slid down on him and started to move up and down slowly, then in circles. I reached for the baby oil and poured it across his chest, rubbing it in with my fingertips. Once I had covered his chest, I leaned forward and kissed him. I moved from side to side, rubbing my chest across his in beat with the music. I started to move my hips faster while I tasted his tongue, then I sat up and went to work. After awhile, I stopped and moved my legs so my feet were flat on the bed. In this position, I proceeded to fuck the shit out of him.

I guess you can tell that I’m just a little dick happy. You know, excited to the point of smiling from ear to ear at the sight of one, and the feel of it in my hands—soft and silky to the touch yet hard and firm. So you know I was glad to be back with Lorenzo, ’cause he had it going on down there. Besides, I still had mad love for him.

It’s like we could feel each other sometimes, you know. One minute we’d be talking, and then we’d just look at each other. The next thing you know, we were into it, having mad sex. It didn’t matter where we were or what was going on around us. We would do it anywhere.

I remember one Saturday night we were on our way to the movies, and I looked over at Lorenzo and said, “Turn down that street.” Well, naturally he complied with my request. He knew what time it was. “Pull over behind that building there.” As soon as he stopped the car, I got out. “You
coming?”
I asked, and started walking toward the building. Lorenzo turned off the truck and followed me. Once I got to the building, I walked down a short flight of steps leading to a door. I leaned against the door. “Come here.” I kissed him, and he reached under my skirt. I stepped out of my panties and handed them to him. “Hold on to these for me.” The kissing began again, until I stopped suddenly and pushed him away from me. “Sit down on the steps.”

He did it. Quick.

“Take it out so I can ride you.” I gathered my skirt around my waist and turned around. I grabbed hold of it and put it in me,
then
I started grinding my hips into his lap. Once we were done, we went on to the movies.

While I was at
Hampton
I never really had what you would call a boyfriend. There were guys I saw ’cause they were paid and liked to give me money; guys I saw just to go out and be seen with—but they had money too—and then there was Raymond.
Me and him
never went anywhere. We never did anything together and he never had any money to spend on me, but damn, that nigga could fuck.

Just like I’d had other men, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that over past five years, Lorenzo had been saving
all that
dick for me. I knew that there had to be somebody he was fucking. More likely a whole bunch of women looking to fuck a baller—a baller with skills. Shit, I knew he probably had a gang of women, but it was cool. I wasn’t worried. None of them had shit on me. And besides, I had history with him, and if that first night back together was any indicator, I could just relax and let it come to me.

And it did.

But you know there had to be some drama first. Like this one time we were at Sam Goody looking at CDs when one of his women walked up on him. I was on one aisle and he was listening to a CD on the headphones on the next aisle, so he didn’t see her coming. I’d been watching her since she’d come in the store, wondering what possessed her to put that bad weave in her hair, and we are not even gonna talk about her outfit and that ridiculous shade of pink. She was looking around, but as soon as she saw Lorenzo she started straight for him.

Well, Pinky walked her narrow ass up to him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Lorenzo started looking around to see where I was. When he finally saw me, I was looking dead at him. I just stood there and waited to see how he handled it. Lorenzo eased her arms from around his neck, took off the headphones and put a polite distance between them. It wasn’t long before he turned around and pointed me out to her. She looked over at me and waved. She said a few more words,
then
she walked out of the store.

When I asked him who she was, he told me that she was one of his sister’s friends, and that he barely knew her. “Come on, now. I saw the way that woman kissed you. You gave her some of that dick. Only question is, is whether she’s still gettin’ it?”