While I stood there in the mirror primping for Basil, I admired the fantastic job Boom had done. I glanced at my clock. Fifteen more minutes before Basil was due to arrive. Decision time. Was it better to take the subtle approach and put something on top of the lingerie that would keep my sexual readiness at bay, or was it better to answer the door damn near naked and get straight to the point?
By the time my doorbell rang, I’d come to the conclusion that a head-on attack was the best course of action. I swung the door open, greeting Basil in my Black Sex Goddess getup. His jaw almost hit the floor. He had a dozen roses tucked safely under his arm. They almost hit the floor also, but he managed to hold onto them. His lips star
ted trembling and he turned around and placed his back to me. He looked down at his wristwatch.
“I’m sorry, Rayne,” he whimpered. “I must be early. I haven’t given you time to get properly dressed.”
Was he kidding?
“Umm, Basil, I am dressed,” I replied seductively, reaching out in the hallway, grabbing him by the back of his shoulders, and pulling him back into me. I slipped my tongue into his ear canal and relieved him of the roses. “Are these for me?”
“Ye…ye…yes,” he stuttered. “I thought you might like them.”
“Of course, I like them. I’m female.” I used my free hand, lifted his coat jacket, and started palming his ass. “All female.” Basil started making these gurgling sounds. Scared the shit out of me. “You okay?”
“I’m…I’m…I’m fine.”
I let go of his ass. “Turn around and look at me. I spent a lot of time and hard-earned money to make sure I looked good for you tonight. Appetizing even.”
“I can’t turn around,” he whispered.
“Why not?”
“I have to go, Rayne.” Basil was halfway down the hallway to the elevator before my name left his lips.
“Why are you leaving?” I shouted after him, totally confused. I took a few steps out into the hallway.
He jumped into the elevator and peeked around the corner. His eyes were watering and his lips were still trembling. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Rayne. I promise.”
I was stunned. What the hell was going on?
“I’m sorry, Rayne!” I heard him yell as the elevator doors eased shut.
I suddenly realized that I was standing exposed in the hallway and made a beeline for my door. As I was about to close my door, I saw it. I almost missed it because of the dark green carpet. I squatted down and touched it with my fingertips, drawing it up to my nose. It wasn’t urine. It was exactly what I thought it was. It was semen.
“Damn, a virgin!” I yelled out with delight.
I ended up eating the Mongolian beef and escalloped potatoes alone, but I was relishing the thought of discovering a bonafide male virgin in his late twenties. He had to be a virgin. There was no other explanation for him squirting his pants like that when I’d barely touched him. No wonder he hadn’t hooked up with anyone. That was cool by me, though. I was determined to turn Basil’s ass out.
Chance and I spent the following afternoon in Georgetown Park Mall doing Chance’s favorite pastime: shopping. I’d always ponder over the same outfit for two or three walk-bys before I purchased it. Chance spotted an outfit she liked and whipped out her credit card at the speed of lightning.
During a lunch/foot rest break at the deli, Chance was once again afforded the opportunity to get her laugh on at my expense.
“Chica, what the fuck is wrong with you? You keep picking up these whack ass men!”
“Basil isn’t whack,” I stated defensively, taking a bite of my chicken breast on wheat. “I think he’s sweet and has a ton of potential.”
“Potential?” Chance guffawed. “A twenty-nine-year-old male virgin?”
“Yes, I see this as a good thing. I can mold him into what I need in a man.”
“You’ve been messing with that ciggaweed again, haven’t you?”
“Chance, you know good and well I haven’t messed with that since freshman year in college.”
“Humph, ain’t a damn thing wrong with smoking weed,” she said, referring to the regular chronic she and Ricky partook of. Chance took a sip of her lemonade. “You’re acting like you’ve been smoking something. Getting all worked up over a virgin. You need a man that’s already been schooled on lovemaking; not some fool that cums in his drawers the second you touch his ass.”
I ignored Chance and concentrated on my food. Once I made my mind up about something, it was a done deal.