Janessa’s face lit up as she ventured a guess. “This is about Geren, right?”
“Kind of,” Tempest reluctantly admitted. “I need your help with something.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot how to ride a dick or something like that, because if you need lessons, I might have to charge a sistah fifty bucks an hour.”
Tempest retrieved the pillow and banged Janessa on the head with it repeatedly. “Hellified sex isn’t a problem. I have that covered.”
Janessa hopped up and started jumping up and down on the bed like she’d won the lotto. “I knew it! You gave it up last night! You go, gurl!”
Tempest sat on the bed and noticed Janessa’s new television, in the corner by the closet. “You finally got a TV, huh? Now you can watch all your favorite shows without smelling Fred’s prostate.”
They both doubled over in laughter.
“Don’t even try to change the subject.” Janessa chuckled. “I just want to know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you make him licky-licky before you let him sticky-sticky?”
“The only thing Geren licked at my place last night were stamps. He helped me get the flyers for the community day at the center ready to mail on Monday.”
“Hold up! You mean to tell me you had that fine-ass nucca in your apartment alone, and you two were stuffing envelopes all night?”
“Stuffing envelopes, watching movies, and talking about life in general.”
“What movies?”
“The Mack and Foxy Brown. Can you believe he’d never seen either one of those?”
“Damn, where is bro man from? Alaska?”
Tempest giggled. “No, he grew up in the Metro area. He’s originally from Potomac.”
“That explains it then. He’s one of those uppity, bourgeois negroes from the suburbs.”
“Not hardly,” Tempest disagreed. “Geren is extremely down to earth. He made me feel so comfortable. I felt like I could tell him anything and everything. In fact, I practically told him my life story.”
Janessa couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in Tempest’s eyes, a gleam that hadn’t been there in a long time. “Tempest, you really like the dude, huh?”
“Yeah, I do.” Tempest blushed. “We’re hooking up next weekend.”
“Good for you!” Janessa put her arm around Tempest’s shoulder and gave her a big squeeze. “I have a feeling Dvontè and I will be seeing a lot more of each other also.”
Tempest was reluctant to ask, since she already knew the answer. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”
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sp; Janessa turned her head in the other direction to hide her disgrace and let go of Tempest. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, sis. He’s just so sexy and romantic, and one thing led to another.”
Tempest fell silent. Any comment she had to make would have been negative in nature.
“He threw on some slow jams, I still had a buzz from the cheap champagne at the wedding reception, and he started sucking my fingers. That did my ass in! You know how I get when a man sucks my fingers and toes.”
Tempest still refused to put her two cents in, and Janessa was tired of trying to justify her actions. “Look, I’m grown, so let’s just drop it.”
“Fine with me,” Tempest said. “I have nothing to say about it. It’s your life, Janessa.”
The tension in the room was thick. Janessa tried to break the ice. “If you didn’t come over here for sex tips, what do you need my help with?”