I looked through my closet, trying to find something decent to wear. I found some black slacks and a colorful blouse. A pair of
black shoes completed the outfit. I put makeup on, for the first time in months, and combed my hair into a style. Then I sat in a chair and waited for Jacqui to arrive.
Ten o’clock got there and then ten-thirty. If there’s one thing I’ve always been it’s punctual, and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s when people are late. But at around a quarter to eleven, my cell rang.
“Come on down, bitch! I’m ready for you.”
Well, it’s about time, I thought. My nerves were at full tilt as I descended the stairs. What was I getting myself into?
When I opened the door to the car, I saw that Jacqui’s full-figured body was barely covered. Her blouse was extremely low-cut, exposing much of her very large breasts, and she had on one of the shortest skirts known to woman.
She looked me up and down.
“Well…I guess I should have worn a different outfit,” I said.
“That’s okay, baby, you ain’t gonna have it on that long.”
I guess that comment should have bothered me, but it didn’t. In fact, I started wondering what her breasts looked like under her blouse.
As soon as I sat down, she peeled out onto the road as if she were being chased.
“Slow down, Jacqui!”
“Don’t worry, baby! I got control!”
“Just don’t kill us. I’m too young to die!”
She laughed at me and just kept on driving fast. Consequently, we got to the club in record time.
Surrender. I had never been there before. Dark lighting, very crowded, loud and upbeat music and black lesbians everywhere—some butch, some femme. Women were dancing together; it seemed, in every inch of the room. The energy was thick. As soon as we entered, Jacqui grabbed my hand and brought me to the bar.
“Hey, Lekisha!”
“Hey! How you been?”
It was obvious that Jacqui was a regular customer. Lekisha looked at me and smiled.
“Two rum and Cokes,” Jacqui said. “Put a lot of rum in hers.”
“Jacqui, I don’t drink!”
“Well, you need to start!”
Jacqui handed me the drink. “Here,” she said.
“Well…okay.” I took some sips. “It’s strong!”
“Good!” She took our drinks and put them over to the side. Then she dragged me to the edge of the dance floor. I started to panic, because I never dance. But Jacqui didn’t care, and before long we were standing in the middle of it. But we weren’t alone. We were surrounded by what seemed like a million lesbians, all moving to the beat.
Jacqui put her hands on my waist while she wiggled her hips. The alcohol I had consumed was beginning to take affect. Her large breasts bounced inside her top. Her big behind moved up and down to the music. She pulled me close to her. I began to move a little, at least as best as I could.
“Girl, you got it!” Jacqui was being kind, because she could tell I was hopeless. Yet dancing with her was really fun. Later she pulled me off the floor and we walked back to our drinks.
At much as I hated to admit it, I was falling under Jacqui’s spell. And the truth of the matter was, my panties were wet, too. Before long, Jacqui put her lips on mine. They felt so good. Our lips seemed to melt into each other.
She looked me dead in the eyes. “I’m taking you to my place now, and you’re gonna let me do whatever I want, understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”