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Fuck it, I can record the whole thing next time. I just want to fuck her face, I silently told myself. It was only two or three minutes into the video when I pressed stop, locked the phone and threw it down on the bed below me. As she sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed I grabbed her by the head and got in the zone. This time there wasn't any hesitance, there wasn't any nervousness, there was only a craving I needed to settle and a mission to complete. Like an army of men trying to enter a castle I slammed hard against the wall - her throat in this case - until finally my troops entered the castle and flooded its insides. When I was finally done, and my release flooded the back of her throat I wondered what she'd do next. However, she quickly answered the question without saying a word. She took my release in stride, swallowed every drop and continued sucking. My movements halted but hers did not. She was steady at work, sucking hard so she could get out every drop I had to offer. My pulsating cock was extremely sensitive and I couldn't help but moan as she continued.
Finally India stopped, adjusted her red and black wig, and looked up at me. When she did, she stuck out her tongue to show me nothing was left and then said triumphantly, “All done”! I was drained, relieved and impressed. She'd kept her word, delivered everything she said and pleased me. Once again I thanked the universe for what it had done for me. It was true that just three days before, the only woman I'd been dealing with as of late cut me off. Yet here was a new, giving woman, which had persuaded me to come to her apartment just to please me. More importantly she had delivered and relieved me immediately after I arrived at her apartment. This was beautiful and I thanked the universe for the delivery of such a blessing and what could be a wonderful replacement.
I got dressed and plopped down beside India on the bed. A moment or so afterwards, I was still on a natural high and enjoying the moment and the music. Then she tapped me on the leg, look back at me and asked, “So how was it?”
“Huh?”, I asked.
“Did you enjoy what I just did? Do I have some skills?”, she asked slowly. “Oh! Yes, of course. I thought you knew that already based on my reactions and how things ended”, I replied.
“You came, but that could have been because you were fucking my mouth. That doesn't mean you enjoyed everything”, she said.
“Yes, I enjoyed it. All of it. I would have came the first time around but I like finishing a certain way. You definitely have skills”, I said and laughed.
She joined me in laughter and then said, “Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it my love”. She left me there for a few minutes while she smoked a cigarette in the hallway and then removed her daughter from the bathtub. Relaxing in her bed, reflecting as the smooth tunes caressed my eardrums. Staring at the ceiling a song or so later I nearly dozed off. Then I heard her voice and snapped back to the land of the living. She asked if I was hungry, and although I could have used a snack I turned down the offer. Something was telling me not to eat at her place so I followed my instincts. She sat beside me and continued drinking. First some of the vodka then some of the lemon lime soda that she had in a cup with ice. I couldn't understand why she didn't just combine the two. I also didn't care enough to ask her why she was purposely keeping the two liquids separated. I assume that she was probably just trying to stretch out the amount of liquor that she had since it wasn't much.
When everything was back on the floor she turned to me, called out to me as if I was on the other side of the room, and extended her arms to hug me. Baffled by her actions I leaned forward and partially hugged her back. “I can't believe you're actually here! You don't know how long I've wanted to hang out with you”, she said. “Oh yeah?”, was all I could muster out.
“Yes. Since I first met you I wanted to jump on you. Plus you've always had such a cool demeanor. For a long time I wondered what it would be like hanging out with you”, she said.
“I had no idea. You definitely kept whatever you felt to yourself. I'm glad we were able to meet up”, I said while thinking about the great oral sex I'd just received. She removed her arm from my shoulder and the veil that was concealing her true self. Perhaps if I wasn't thinking with my dick would have seen it.
She started by reflecting on the times when she first interacted with the staff members at the program. She told me who she was fond of and who she didn't care for. I knew the past would come up, so I wasn't bothered by the topic. I listened indifferently as she reflected and recapped some events that affected her children in very minor ways. She thanked me again for being such a positive influence on her son. I appreciate a compliment as much as the next person, but she was starting to make it seem like I was the sole savior of her teen. In reality he wasn't in as bad a situation as many of his peers. However, I didn't say anything to dispute her claim.
India stood up, did a Jackson Five spin move, faced me and asked, “You want to see something?”
“Sure”, I replied in hesitance.
“I want to show you my earrings”, she said eagerly. She rummaged through a stack of papers and found one. She gave me her earring to observe it and held it out for me to see. It was a flat bronze cross. The top was round and bent back in on itself. It wasn't the cross most people wore, but I wasn't exactly sure why she wanted to show me. Once again I acknowledged her but didn't truly respond.
Suddenly she bellowed out, “Fuck! I can't find that shit!” I was taken back for a moment. This mild mannered woman had suddenly grown angry quite quickly. I took note of that and observed closely as she began searching aggressively. Few seconds later she went still and silent. She looked at me and softly said, “I found it”. It was if a switch had be turned off and she was back to whoever she was a few moments before. I noted this as well as I instantly recognized the second symbol.
“The eye of Horus”, I said and smiled.
“Yes! You know! I don't know why I'm surprised, it's you I'm talking to”, she said. We laughed in unison and she began explaining the significance that each symbol held to her.
“I was brought up with the church and all of that so that's why the cross. I've grown past it though. I dealt with a few Muslim cats who tried to show me their ways, - lifestyle - but I can't rock with them too much. It throws people off when they see the other one because they aren't sure why I'm wearing it”, she explained.
“Why do you wear it?”, I asked.
“I don't know. I was doing research on a few religions a while back. I studied Buddhism, Christianity and another religion that I can't remember the name of right now. They are all interesting to me, but I can't fuck with them. Anyway, while I was doing research I came across this symbol and I instantly felt connected with it. I can't explain why, but I just feel a connection with it”, she said. As she she spoke, and held the large gold plated earring in her ear I wondered if she knew what Horus was to the Egyptians. I too have a huge interest in the ancient Egyptian deity. I considered divulging the information but chose not to.
India continued and soon she was bragging about the fact that people of other ethnic and religious groups admired her mind and her style. Funny enough I could relate, but again I didn't say anything about myself or my views. I simply let her talk while I continued to listen. I commented briefly by saying, “Oh okay”, or “Yeah I got you”. Seldom did I say more than a sentence or two. This was difficult to do since I'm usually very talkative and love speaking on topics like these - research and religion not the bragging. I didn't expect her to be into these things, but the fact that she liked doing research was a plus. That reminded me of the woman who'd just cut me off. It also reminded me of myself. I liked that about India and took note of it as well. Then the conversation shifted and she began talking about work.
She reminded me that she was in the construction industry for thirteen years. She spoke about how the men there would challenge her and expect her to fail. She mentioned that they'd ask her to lift more than they thought she could and how she adapted some of their mannerisms. I could tell, it explained why she was so straightforward and why she was blunt about a lot of other things. I had never touched her and she was extremely blunt about what she wanted to do to me. Perhaps this was why, perhaps this was normal to her. I didn't mind the blunt, bold attitude but I could see how some men may be intimidated by it. As opposed to fearing it, I embraced it. After all, at this point I was a firm believer of honesty being the best policy.
She admitted that she was unemployed, and I could tell it was difficult for her to do so. Before these last couple of months I had been unemployed for a while. I could fully relate, but again I didn't say much. Things had gone too smoothly and I didn't want to reveal too much of my hand. I felt that the less she knew, the better. Soon she began to vent, express her frustration about her current situation. She told me that she'd still been paying dues towards her union and that meant that they were obligated to bring her work opportunities. Apparently they'd failed to do so and she was furious about it. She went on to say,“Word I told the dude in charge that if he doesn't stop playing and get me some work I'm going to stab him! I can get away with that shit if I have to.”
What? Did she really just say that? How does she expect to just get away with something of that magnitude? I peered at her through the corner of my eyes as her words took my mind from a warning to a full alarm blaze. She looked towards her bedroom door and said sternly, “I told him, I'm crazy! He better not play with me”. People say things like that all the time. It's usually just a joke, but I could tell that she wasn't joking.
She wasn't laughing, her tone was serious and she's said it as if it was a reenactment of the very moment she'd been describing. The alarm was going off in my mind, something wasn't right here. I did my best not to react and stood silent as she continued to divulge information about the conversation with what seemed like her boss.
After a short rant she went on to tell me that she was stressed by the lack of work she had, the fact that they were supposed to be assisting her in finding employment and that she was also considering going to the union representatives to see what could be done. Clearly she needed to be working, she has a family to feed. Clearly she’d considered the proper actions to take with the representatives and how a visit to their office may improve her situation. However, the fact that she not threatened the person in charge of her site and felt she could get away with causing him bodily harm had me baffled to say the least. My defenses were up and I was curious about what else would come to the surface if I allowed her to do most of the talking. Afterwards she switched the topic back to me, she asked how my daughter was doing and asked how work was going. I spoke a bit about how proud I was of my daughter and how alike we are. She smiled and then said that she had always admired how I treated children. “You’ve got a gift that a lot of educators don’t have. You see kids as people not just numbers and test scores. It’s great, but sadly it’s rare”, she said. As I was thanking her for the compliment we heard a voice coming from down the hallway. “Mom”, her son called out.
I was curious to see how her son would react to seeing me in the bedroom with his mother. I’d hoped to be gone before he arrived or to leave after he’d gone to sleep. Clearly the universe had other plans. She told him she was in the room, and he came over and knocked on the door.
“Come in baby”, she said.
“Hey Ma. Oh! What up Jay?”, he said in excitement.
I rose, and greeted him. “Hey Tyson. How have you been?”, I asked.
“I’m good man. You grew your hair? That’s crazy. Looks good though. Where you been?
I haven’t seen you in a minute! Mom said you were coming over but I wasn’t sure if you….”, Tyson said and was interrupted.
“He didn’t believe me Jay”, India said cockily
“I didn’t, I can’t lie”, Tyson said and we all began laughing.
After we caught up for a bit he exited the room and inquired if dinner was ready. India told him it would be ready in another twenty minutes or so. He walked out the room and said he’d leave us alone.
“Good seeing you again Jay”, he said and closed the door
“Likewise”, I shouted back.
With a huge smile on her face India looked at me and said, “I tell you Jay, you kept my boy out of so much trouble. I appreciate it. He does too, he’ll just never say it. He’s got that pride you men have.”
I laughed for a moment and then said, “It’s all good. He doesn’t need to thank me and neither do you. I am happy to do my part. Kids need stuff like that, they need help, we all do.”
“You’re right about that!”, she said in agreement. Then she excused herself from the room.
I took this opportunity to check my phone and see if a friend of mine was available to grab dinner. Since I hadn’t eaten and wasn’t going to eat here I thought it bests to make other plans. After a phone call or two she walked in. She asked again if I wanted to eat, because the food would be ready sooner than anticipated. I lied and told her that a friend of mine had already asked me to meet him and we had planned on getting something to eat. Then she asked if I’d like to take some food home with me for the next day because if so she’d gladly put a portion of the food to the side for me beforehand. I told her that I appreciated the gesture but it wouldn’t be necessary. She seemed disappointed, but she didn’t make a big deal of it. She stepped out the room once again to smoke a cigarette. This time the door was cracked and the smoke and its smell seeped into the room. It was a turn off, and it motivated me to leave quicker.
She stood out of the room for a few minutes and then peeked in the room to tell me that she’d be serving the kids their food and returning to the room. I saw an opportunity for me to leave and took a stab at it.
“Y’all about to eat?”, I asked.
“No, they are. I’m not eating now. I still have you here and I want to keep spending time with you”, she replied.
“Are you sure? It’s okay, I have to go soon anyway. The time you told me you were free is almost up too”, I said hoping to convince her.
“Yes my love, I’m sure. I’ll be right back”, she said and walked away.
Damn, that would have been a perfect time to exit. “I guess I’m not leaving just yet”, I said in a low voice. About two or three minutes later she returned and as she walked in my phone rang. I walked over to my phone to discover that my friend Akeem was calling me back,
Akeem was down to meet, he asked where I was, and was excited when I told him I’d tell him later. Akeem knew a woman was involved and would be interrogating me at dinner. I could hear the excitement in his tone and quickly transitioned into a different conversation. We set a meeting place and a time and then hung up. Once we hung up I was ready to roll out, but I wanted to be courteous since India was so nice to me. I asked India what time she was leaving her home and if she was heading downtown towards Manhattan. She didn’t seem sure about the time that she was leaving but she was heading to Brooklyn. That meant that she’d be going in the same direction as me. For clarity I said, “I’m leaving in a few minutes. I ask because if you are heading downtown and leaving soon too then I don’t mind waiting for you. We can take the train together if you want.”
“That sounds cool. Let me see if my family member is ready to meet me. If they are then I can get dressed quickly and head out with you”, she said. “If not it’s okay. I’m not rushing you. I just figured I’d offer since I knew we were probably heading in the same direction”, I said calmly.
“Got you. I appreciate that my love”, she said and smiled.
A few minutes later, as I was beginning to grow impatient she got a text and told me that she was going to get ready to leave with me. “Just give me a few minutes, like ten”, she said. I hadn’t expected to hear such a low number, and was fine with waiting the few minutes she required. After I told her that I was more than willing to wait for her she rose up from the bed, closed the door and turned towards me. “I’m gonna have to put draws on now. I like being like this”, she said. Once again she lifted her dress up to show me her pussy. I laughed and she joined me a second later. “I’m serious. I’d much rather be home, half naked with my pussy free. Draws bother me. I like being naked”, she said and stuck her tongue out.
“You’re wild”, I said and laughed.
She finished getting ready, let her eldest know that she’d be back later and after I said bye to him and his little sister, on the large bed in the living room, we left. We headed out of her building and began walking towards the train station. A block or so later the smell of weed graced our nostrils and we reacted almost simultaneously.
“You smelled that too?”. I asked.
“Yup!”, she confirmed.
“Nice! It smelled pretty good, right?”, I asked.
“It sure did. Wait, you smoke?”, she asked with much curiosity in her tone.
After a quick laugh I replied, “Occasionally. I used to smoke a lot when I was younger, but once my daughter was born I scaled back big time”
“Shit, I wish I could smoke more often. I can’t always afford it. It helps with my condition though. I prefer to smoke the weed than to pop pain pills. I don’t like that shit”, she said.
That led to a lengthy conversation about medical marijuana, how to obtain it and how long she had her medical condition - which I wasn’t aware of prior to this discussion. It was an interesting conversation, in which I learned that she had more vices than I’d liked. Smoking cigarettes, weed, and drinking is a lot to be doing simultaneously. I began to debate if this would be someone who I wanted to deal with on a physical level moving forward. These things weren’t a crime in my mind, but I preferred that the women I dealt with didn’t smoke either substance. I could bend for one, but she was doing both.
We got to the train station and she didn’t have a metrocard - New York City’s method of transportation. More accurately she had a card, but it wasn’t loaded with any cash, therefore she couldn’t travel without putting money on it. The train station had a digital reader that said when the next train would arrive. We had a few minutes so I wasn’t worried about missing the train. I watched for seven minutes while she struggled to get the proper amount of money on her card. She needed to put two fares on her metrocard - five dollars and fifty cents - and she only put in five dollars. Over and over again the machine told her that she hadn’t inserted enough money. Finally I walked over and asked a question I already knew the answer to, “What’s wrong?” She blamed the machine and called it names, all without realizing that it was her own human error that was hindering her from proceeding. I pointed out that she required another half of a dollar in order to have the proper amount of cash on her card and be able to take the train. Apparently she didn’t have the needed coins. Once again I was nice and gave her the fifty cents she needed to get to and from the place she had to go.
It was odd to me that she wasn’t able to see such an obvious thing. I even thought to myself that perhaps she’d done it purposely so I’d pay the difference for her. It would have been easier and less time consuming for her to ask, but maybe she’d chosen not to go that route. We swiped our metrocards and headed upstairs to the platform. A few minutes later, while on the platform my friend Akeem called me back. He called to update me, he wanted to let me know that he was about to leave the apartment he was at and would be heading into Manhattan to the agreed upon meeting place. When I hung up she asked, “Is he waiting for you already?” I shook my head, expecting for her to ask me more questions but she didn’t.
She was silent, so I decided to bring up a topic to test the waters. “You know, you never answered my question the other day. I noticed that, but didn’t say anything at the time. Did you not want to tell me?”, I asked.
Confusion flooded her face and she asked, “What didn’t I answer Jay?”
“I asked how many people you were dealing with. You said ‘I got hoes. I won’t lie’, but you never said a definitive number. You only said that you’d only been sleeping with one guy but cut him off two weeks ago after the two of you slept together”, I reminded her. “Damn. I’m shocked you even remember that” she said. Clearly she didn’t realize how serious I was about some of the things that we’d discussed. “I did answer though, I told you in that conversation that it was only two people. The dude I cut off was part of that two, so it’s just you and one other person right now. I don’t really talk to him like that though, and I haven’t slept with him. I haven’t done anything with him to be honest”, she said.
“So just me and this other guy right now?”, I asked for clarity - although I didn’t believe her.
“Yes my love”. She said.
We spoke a bit more and then got on the train together. We agreed that it would be best to take this local train over to the nearest stop where the express trains ran. Once we arrived there we could get off of this train and then take the express to the stop where we would depart at. We sat on the train together, her at the end of the long bench, me to the right of her. I wanted to pick her brain more and see how she would react towards certain things. Especially since I was uncertain about her and our future at the moment. Since I’d begun working on my book nearly a year before I’d discovered that a nice amount of the ladies I knew read romance and erotica novels. I thought if I brought that up it would provide me with some information and maybe it could lead to some other interesting conversations.
“Do you read romance or erotica books?”, I asked.
“What’s that?”, she asked.
A bit shocked that she didn’t know what I was talking about I did my best to give examples that I thought she’d know. “50 shades of gray is a popular series, and two of the three books have already been made into films. There’s also a famous black author named Zane who has a bunch of books out, they are successful, and she had a TV series and a movie too”, I explained.
Immediately she replied saying, “Fuck that shit. I don’t read that shit. I know who Zane is. I’ve heard of her. Didn’t know a lot of that, but I don’t have any interest in that shit. I’m a freak, I get it in when I need to. I don’t need any books to turn me on.”
“Okay gangster. Excuse me for asking”, I said and laughed.
She laughed a bit too and then said, “Nah it’s not like that. I just think that’s a waste of time. I don’t need that to get turned on or to cum. There are better ways of getting off. Why did you ask about that?”
Instead of giving the real reason I asked I decided to shift the conversation in a different direction. “Well, usually when I’m single I date multiple women. I guess you can call it dating. We’ll get back to that part, but I was seeing three women when the first 50 Shades movie came out. Right before that Zane had a movie come out. Two of the three women I was dealing with were interested in seeing the films. One wanted to see the Zane film pretty badly, the other wanted to see the Shades one. They both asked me repeatedly to go with them. When Zane’s film came out the one who’d been asking about that film asked me if she paid for my ticket and snacks would I go with her”, I said and was cut off.
“You went with her?”, she asked shocked, obviously hoping I’d said no.
“Yeah”, I said and laughed. Then I asked, “Why wouldn’t I go?”
“Oh nah, you’re fucking up!”, she said adamantly.
What? How was I fucking up? What was she talking about?
“How am I fucking up? How did I? It was a few years ago at this point”, I replied.
“You went out with her! You’re fucking up”, she repeated
“I don’t understand. Please elaborate”, I said.
“Maybe we’re different, but I think that’s a problem a lot of people have. No offense, but I separate things. Girlfriend, a person you are fucking and someone you are dating are all different. Each person gets to do different things”, she said with an extremely serious look on her face.
“Oh, really?”, I asked.
“Yes! If we are fucking then that’s all we are doing. Fucking! I ain’t going to the movies with a nigga. I ain’t going on dates, and I definitely ain’t watching that corny shit.
I don’t care who is paying”, she exclaimed.
It took all of my superpowers not to react and show my excitement. This meant that I could fuck her, or just get head and she wouldn’t expect anything else. If that was the case I probably wouldn’t have to give her the talk I gave people when I started dealing with them. This was a beautiful thing, and it truly excited me. It sucked that I had to hide it at that moment, I definitely didn’t want to. However, I’d spent the bulk of my time with her holding my cards, and concealing my true intentions. At this point it would be highly foolish of me to show my cards. I’d have no choice but to bite my skilled tongue and keep my contentment to myself.
We pulled out of one train station and rode into the next. “So that’s how you feel?”, I asked and laughed - to hold in my excitement. “Yeah. You have to know your role. People have to know what they are and are not. If you don’t it lets people get too excited. It causes too many problems”, she said. I almost whispered, “Thank you universe”, but I caught myself and didn’t. “I like your style gangster”, I said and gave her a pound - bumped fists with her.
“I just think that’s how it has to be. Sorry if you’re offended”, she said politely. “No need to apologize. Honesty is the best policy. I appreciate your honesty. It’s very refreshing”, I assured her.
“Thanks”, she said and smiled.
We rode the last few stops in silence. All I could think about was how great the conversations during this train ride were. I recapped the night and knew that she wasn’t perfect, it was possible that she was a bit off. However, she did have some good stuff going on too. That last conversation was echoing in my mind and I couldn’t shake her words from my mind. I don’t know who was happier, me or my dick. When we got to the stop where were supposed to get off we both looked in anticipation to see if the express train was in the station. Sadly it wasn’t, so we got off the train and waited on the platform. I looked back at the digital reader to see what time the next train was scheduled to arrive. When I looked back to my right where she’d been standing she was gone. I looked forward and saw her walking towards the back of the train station.
Thinking nothing of it, I started strolling towards her. “Shit, she’s walking fast”, I said and laughed. When I caught up to her she was at the end of the platform. She looked around and walked closer to the edge of the platform. It was as if she was going to go into the tunnel itself. Suddenly I wondered if she was trying to do something kinky and take me into the beginning of the tunnel and give me head back there. I wasn’t against it, but I didn’t think she wanted to risk jail time or an extremely high priced fine. I definitely didn’t. She stopped right before the tunnel and shot me a look of confusion. “Did you need to stay in the middle of the platform?” she asked.
“No. I just didn’t need to walk as fast as you. Plus I took a look at the thing to see when's the next train”, I said.
“I hope it’s soon and I hope it isn’t packed either. I hate that shit”, she said.
“I feel you. Let me ask you a question. If we had more time at your house would you have…”, I was interrupted.
“Sucked your dick again? Hell yeah. Especially since you taste so good”, she said. I blushed and laughed. “Thanks. I appreciate that. Sucks that we didn’t have more time then”, I said.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll see you again real soon”, she said.
She leaned forward and looked down the tunnel to see if the train was coming. Then she looked at me and said, “I hope this shit isn’t packed. I hate when the train is packed. People want to be all on top of you or sit so close to you that half of their ass is on you. I hate that. It’s fucking annoying.”
“True”, I said holding the sound of the letter “u” and trying to lighten the mood. “I can’t take that. I hate when people are all on top of me when I didn’t ask them to be. Fuck you need to be all up on me for? I can’t do it. I’ll stab someone on the train. I don’t give a fuck. I’m crazy, and I can get away with it. All they're going to do if I stab someone is send me to the crazy house for six months and then they’ll let me out again. That ain't shit, I don’t care about that”, she said aggressively.
What the fuck? What’s going on? Did this woman just say again? Again, as in this happened before? She did say again right? Maybe I need to get out of here. Maybe I don’t need to get on the train with her. It’s probably best that I don’t, I thought to myself just as the train began to enter the station.
It was too late, I was already standing next to her. I hoped that the train wasn’t packed. I hoped that the crazy lady I was about to get on the train with would be on her best behavior. We moved closer to the edge of the platform as the train came to a crawl and then stopped. She stood just inches from the door. She was so close, she could have kissed it if she put her lips out just a little.
As the train slowed down it was easy to see that it was pretty much empty. When it halted I had no intentions of rushing into the train. I stepped back and let everyone who was exiting the train do so. India zipped in as soon as possible and fled to a seat. “C’mon”, she blurted out just before rushing into the train car. When I got inside I strolled to the seat and sat beside her. I was relieved that the train was empty and hoped that it would stay that way for the few stops that we were going to be on it. The last thing I needed was to be in the midst of some type of physical altercation or for the police to think that I was helping this crazy woman assault someone. I sat down beside her and nervously asked, “Are you good?”
“I’m good now”, she said panting. “I just needed to make sure I got a seat”, she said firmly. The train was nearly empty. There were maybe fifteen of us in the entire train car. Suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about all of the crazy shit she’d said tonight. It was weird that I was even on the train with her at this point. The door to the next car was calling out to me, and as we pulled out of the station felt her slide her arm inside of mine. She locked her arm inside of mine and scooted closer to me. What is this woman doing?, I asked myself. I don’t do public displays of af ection, I normally don’t hold hands or allow this. How do I tell this crazy lady that without causing a scene on the train?
At least I don’t have to deal with this for very long. This train is only five or six stops to where I need to get off of the train. I guess if I really have to I can bite the bullet and deal with the arm thing. Hopefully no one I knew would get on the train in the meantime. If so I’d have to move my arm quicker than The Flash could run. Just then an announcement blasted through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, due to an earlier incident on this line there are no express trains. This train is going local until Times Square. We apologize for the inconvenience and we will move as quickly as possible”, the conductor said. Fuck! I was stuck on the train, with my arm entangled with this crazy woman’s arm. What’s next?
“Good, I can take a nap then”, she said. I looked away so my facial expression wouldn’t be seen by India’s crazy ass. Then my defense systems rose, and my body grew tense at a rapid rate as I felt India’s head rest on my shoulder. What the fuck? What is this woman doing? Who told her I’d be okay with this? Wait, didn’t she just say a few minutes ago that she doesn’t do stuf like this? We aren’t even fucking. She’s given me head once, according to what she said on the previous train that meant that she had zero privileges. That was accurate to my standards, and she needed to know that as well. Before I could open my mouth to speak I felt her caressing my arm.
I haven’t been in the gym in eons, why is this woman caressing my arm? Over and over again she was squeezing and feeling on my arm. Then she pulled herself even closer to me. What the fuck is this woman doing? I was in awe, just sitting there looking around the train car as if it would provide me with answers to the questions flying around in my mind. I know the people sitting across from us can see my reactions, I could tell that they were picking up the vibes. My discomfort was clear, but not to her. Finally a few stops later the squeezing and caressing had stopped. I heard a low noise over the train and the people talking. Except I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
I focused in on the noise and discovered that it was India. She was snoring while laying on my shoulder. All I could do was shake my head. The train ride could not go fast enough! I wanted out, I wanted to be off the train, and I wanted to be done with this woman. Had she committed a crime? No. Did she do anything crazy that embarrassed me? No. What she had done was overstep and contradict herself. I didn’t like the position that I was in and I was no longer concerned with when I’d get my dick sucked again or when I’d see her again. All I wanted at that moment was for this train ride to be over.
Then a few stops later the train came to an abrupt stop and she woke up. I’m thinking great, maybe she’ll get off of me. She had to have felt the tension when she awoke. My body was stiffened and I was quite still. She glanced up at me and then took her line stepping to a new level. She attempted to hold my hand. Not once, not twice, but several times. I moved my hand away as she tried to smoothly grab my hand or interlock her fingers in mine. NO!
She was beyond reaching at this point and she had gone against everything she said on the last train. I am beyond done with this woman at this point! I shot her a fierce look, and moved my arm completely away from hers to make sure that she got the point. I couldn’t believe my ears when she sucked her teeth and got upset. You’re mad at me when you are the one acting like we’re an item, on the train? How dare this bold and crazy woman! I was offended, beyond bothered and ready to give her a piece of my mind. However, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as the train pushed forward.
Just before the train got to Times Square she woke up again
“Do you get off here?” she asked after stuttering a few times.
“No. Next stop. This is forty second street”, I answered.
“Okay, I’ll get off with you so we can get on the next train together”, she said.
What? No way. I moved back, looked at her and asked, “What? Why would you get off the train if you can practically take this train to where you need to be?”
“So we can spend more time together”, she said calmly.
“I’m not getting on any trains when I get off. I’m going to meet my boy and we are going to eat. I told you that already”, I said with a bit of irritation in my voice. “Oh, okay. I guess I’ll stay on here then. So, when are you going to come spend some time with me?”, she asked.
What? Am I not sitting right besides her, right now? What is wrong with this lady? “She’s crazy”, my brain reminded me. Trying my best not to get a reaction out of her, I said as sweet as I could, “I’m right next to you silly. What are you talking about?” She grabbed my arm again, pulled me towards her and said softly, “You are”. I shook my head, not caring if she saw me or not. This was too much for one train ride. Apparently she wasn’t done though, because she kept asking me questions.
“What about Thursday night? I know you said you’re off from work, so we should be able to meet early again right?”, she asked.
Holy shit! I have to be careful what I say around this woman. She’s paying too much attention. I forgot I had even texted her that the day before.
I don’t like lying but at this point I needed to. I couldn’t see her again, especially not two days later. “No, they hit me up earlier. I have to go in, because someone called out”, I said trying to let her down easy.
“So come after work then I don’t care”, she said.
“I get out of work like eleven or twelve at night. That’s after doing a full time shift at two different jobs. Then I live far from you, so that’s hard”, I said. She pulled me even closer and whispered in my ear, “It can’t be that hard when you’re getting your dick sucked and going to sleep right after”.
All I could do was laugh. First, it was cute that she was trying to convince me. Second, did she just say, “going to sleep”? As in I’d be staying the night at her place? Nah, that’s not happening.
Before I could respond she spoke again.
“Besides, you don’t have to come to my place every time. I can come to your crib. It's easier for me to get to your house anyway. You said you live in Queens right now right?” Once again I laughed before replying. “No, you’d have to go from the Bronx, into Manhattan, then into Brooklyn, to then go into Queens. You’re definitely not thinking this through”, I said.
“No, that’s not true at all. The BX99 goes from the Bronx, over that one bridge and into Queens. I could be at your place in less than an hour”, she said confidently. Oh hell no! How the fuck does she even know that? I sure didn’t. Plus why would I allow this woman to come to my apartment? So she could be waiting on my stoop in the pouring rain unannounced on a random night?
I laughed nervously, and realized that the train was pulling into my stop. Thank Horus! I was finally going to be free of this madness.
“This is me”, I said and pointed to the window.
“Okay my love, we’ll talk soon”, she said and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. It seemed like she wanted to leave her lips on my cheek permanently. I nodded, got up and said,“Bye’. I put on my backpack, and walked happily towards the door. I was relieved that I was going to leave and be free of this drama. As the train slowed down, out the corner of my left eye I saw something moving. I turned my head to the left and saw her sitting at the edge of her seat, waving her arm to say goodbye, and smiling. She was giddy and I kept saying the same one thing in my mind over and over. “Hurry up and open the doors. Hurry up and open the doors.”
The train doors opened, I ran off the train and leapt up the stairs two at a time. When I got to the top of the stairs I kept running. At least in my mind anyway. In reality, when the train doors opened I told myself not to look back at her, strolled towards the steps ahead of me and took great pride in watching the train pull out of the station. I couldn’t believe what had just taken place and I needed to talk to someone about it. I felt like I should just call my entire inner circle of friends and tell them all about the ordeal simultaneously. This was a wild and wacky night. Instead I told Akeem about it and introduced him to one of my favorite places to eat in that area. We ate, had dumplings, and laughed about the craziness that I’d just endured. When we were done and about to part ways at the very train station where I’d parted ways with India, Akeem asked me a question. With a huge smile on his face he asked, “Are you going to go see her on Thursday night?”
