Frost and condensation slimed down the bottle of E&J Erica pulled from her freezer. On top of her microwave was an assorted variety of shot glasses with token one liner messages imprinted on them from every walk of life. I was very amused to find that she had a penis shaped shot glass with two glass testicles to support it, they resembled bubbles a toddler would blow from a wand on a sunny spring day. It was a double shot glass roughly six inches long.
I playfully picked up the penis shaped shot glass and placed it in Erica’s hand. I then made a joke that she should use that glass for the rest of the night. It would be good practice before she puts the real thing in her mouth. Erica punched me on the shoulder with trained accuracy and swiftness, she had taken boxing classes ever since she was a small girl. She then said, (with attitude mind you) “ You wish your penis was half the size of my shot glass!”
“ You wish you knew what a penis felt like!” I half laughed and half dodged a quick right hand jab that Erica hurled in my direction. Erica was 22 years old and still a virgin. She was a virgin more by choice than by lack of male suitors- that had to be the case because male attention was to Erica, what sweat must be to a gym full of basketball players- I know that much for a fact; a fair share of that male attention came from me.
During our senior year of high school we became great friends because we had common interests in politics, poetry and music. Our conversations varied between detailed discussions analyzing the United States involvement in Middle Eastern conflicts and intimate poetry readings describing our every want, desire and need. Somewhere between the Middle East and the poetry slams I developed feelings for her. When she would speak my eyes would become heavy, and it became hard to lift them higher than the level of her chest or the oval of her mouth and lips. Suddenly Erica became the subject of many of my x-rated daydreams and fantasies. While I was imagining how amazing it would be to have her bent over face down and ass up, Erica, only saw me as the boy she shared poetry with.
Erica took the bottle and took it into the living room where our other two friends waited. My eyes widened as Erica walked past me and through the kitchen door. She walked in and out of my life many times since we graduated high school; and every time she walked out I held my breathe; taking in every angle of her beautiful backside. Her hips swayed like a pendulum, or more like a wrecking ball, Erica had the type of ass that made men stop and stare as if they were Neo from the matrix, the type of ass that normally would only be witnessed bouncing on B.E.T. Uncut or sliding down a pole in Magic City.
I reach over to Erica’s microwave and grab three shot glasses as I do I hear Melissa’s voice ringing in a bossy tone from Erica’s living room. “ Don’t forget to bring some cups and Soda!”
“ Cups and Soda?” I mutter to myself. “ Why the fuck do you want soda? I thought we were taking shots.”
Melissa’s voice returned with annoyance and thunder, “ Who do you think your cursing at like that? Now get the damn cups like I asked you to before we have a problem.”
“ You two fight like a damn married couple,” Jeremiah said laughingly. His deep baritone voice boomed from the living room. His voice was the type you would hear on the Quiet Storm introducing songs by Luther Vandross and other baby making music. It always reminded me of Dos Equis bottles and chest hair. “ You two should just fuck and get it over with. The sexual frustration between you guys is so strong I can see it in the air, like when you exhale in the winter or something.”
Jeremiah knew Melissa and I argued every time we were in the same room. I confided to him once that she made me so mad that she actually turned me on. She wasn’t an unattractive person on the outside. She was a light bright, her complexion was similar to potato bread or pancakes. Her hair was mahogany brown and her almond shaped eyes were of a similar shade. On the inside however, she was a hideous fire breathing dragon. Her tongue spat words hot enough to burn water and boil flesh. I was usually the victim of her heated verbal abuse because my mouth wasn’t much better. I made a promise to myself to use the sword between my legs to slay that fire breathing dragon inside of her but that’s another story.
The four of us were all graduates of the same high school. It had been some time since we last saw each other but things were pretty much the same. Erica seemed oblivious to me undressing her with my mind, Melissa threatened to ruthie me on several occasions and Jeremiah sat back and watch the show unfold. Every once and a while he would comment on how sexually frustrated Melissa and I were. His comments were basically the equivalent of attempting to extinguish a fire with a match and a canister of lighter fluid.
After awhile the empty air space in our cups were filled by the stench of liquor and the effervescence of Coca-Cola.
We toasted to friendship, success and happiness. The liquor made me feel more cordial and talkative. I laughed freely as I brought my cup to my lips and sipped gratefully. My chest lightly burned and I felt warm all over, the sensation reminded me of the warmth clothes collect when they are fresh from the dryer or fresh off an ironing board. My cheeks hurt from smiling but I wasn’t really sure what I was smiling about or when I first started cheessing.
I looked into the rich chocolate colored drink inside my cup and wonder how much I drank already. I counted five cups of EnJ and coke along with the three shots we took as a group, toasting to our health. Melissa’s face was starting to flush, the liquor was making her blush, her cheeks resembled red stop lights when she smiled. Her eyes were also turning red, the dragon inside her was now breathing alcoholic fumes instead of blazing flames. I never took her for a happy drunk. Jeremiah removed his sweater stating that he was feeling a bit hot. He wiped his brow as sweat began to bead on his forehead and face. His radio quality voice made me want to hear music. The rise and fall of our laughter and chatter didn’t have the musicality necessary for me to be in the perfect place to ride the waves of drunken splendor I was currently experiencing. Erica was on the same page apparently. She rose from her seat with a slight stumble using the arm of her “L” shaped sofa to regain her balance. I once again gazed at her beauty. Her ebony skin was even colored like chocolate milk or black sand on an African shoreline. She wore her hair cut short, it succeeded in highlighting her high cheeks bones and perfectly symmetrical face. Her jeans and shirt were plain, most likely Wal-mart brand. They did nothing to bring attention to her body. But after years of working out and training her body in her father’s boxing gym Erica’s body emphasized its self.
Erica plugged in her Ipod to her speaker system and played “Bad Girl” by Usher. I sung the words to myself and watched as she danced by her self. Watching her dance I started to fantasize how she would move in bed. I sang to her, in a very bad Usher impersonation, “ Get at me bad girl,” and motioned for her to dance with me. She gave me a look that said, “ I’m drunk but not that drunk” and returned to her seat.
I felt played but it didn’t matter. I was played by her many a time while I was sober, at least now I could blame it on the alcohol. Besides Erica was still a virgin, she wasn’t experienced enough for me at all. I thought of how annoying it would be to have to tell her what to do and how to do it. It wasn’t worth the trouble of trying so hard to get with her if I had to play sex ed. teacher once I succeeded.
I noticed Melissa and Jeremiah getting comfortable on their side of the sofa. Jeremiah’s arm was tightly wrapped around her shoulder, Melissa’s head was pressed against his chest as if she was checking if his heart was still beating. She noticed me noticing them and raised from Jeremiah’s embrace. She reached for her cup and almost knocked over the bottle of E&J sitting in the middle of the living room table. We all laughed drunkenly at her mishap. I gently rapped on Erica’s thigh as I laughed deeply, the liquor heightening the hilarity of the moment like how lime accentuates the taste of a Corona at a bar. Sex glimmered in Melissa’s eye as Jeremiah re-established his arm on her shoulder. As she sipped her cup her mahogany eyes met mine and then I knew that someone was going to get lucky tonight, and that person was not me.
Erica must’ve noticed the good vibrations emanating from their side of the room as well. She stood up and gathered the attention of all those in the living room.
“ We should play a game.” Erica slurred when she spoke. Her sentence met my ears in slow motion.
Melissa was getting comfortable cuddled up with Jeremiah. Her body language showed that she was annoyed by Erica interrupting what was percolating on their side of the sofa.
“ And what game did you have in mind?” Melissa questioned, the dragon inside her was beginning to heat up.
“ Truth… or… Dare!”
“ You do realize that we are adults right? What’s next spin the bottle?” Melissa laughed at her own joke and begun to pour herself another mixed drink. A devious, yet sexy, smiled crept on Erica’s lips. I didn’t know why but I liked this side of her.
“ That’s exactly right we are adults. So you won’t mind making things a bit “X” rated.?” Erica smiled that devious sex charged smile as she spoke. Before I knew it I was on my feet advocating truth or dare. My sudden burst of energy must’ve been persuasive because Jeremiah’s deep baritone was soon backing my every word. Outnumbered, Melissa quelled her dragon’s tongue and agreed to play. I laid the ground rules for our adult version of truth of dare. No one had to do a dare they did not feel comfortable doing. However, if that was the case they were required to take a straight shot of E&J, and there was no getting around it. This was a fitting punishment because we were all so inebriated just the thought of drinking more brandy was almost like puking. Men could not be dared to do anything that would require their lips touching. However, sexual contact between females was permitted and in the case of Jeremiah and I, absolutely encouraged.
With the rules laid down the game began. Erica went first since it was her idea to play. She turned towards me and pointed a long skinny finger towards my chest. She then said, “ I dare Melissa to take a body shot off him.”
With her finger pointed directly at me there was no mistaking who “him” was. Melissa didn’t say anything at all, she only grabbed a shot glass, filled it to the brim with E&J and said to me,“ Take your shirt off.” Her eyes looked determined for some reason, it was like the eye of the tiger or something. Melissa seemed ready to really start the game of strong. Following orders I lost my shirt and tossed it on the sofa next to where Erica sat. I look great without a shirt on. All the years of playing basketball and working out with those Ultimate Push-Ups seen on television gave me a slender athletic build and great abs.
Melissa ordered me to lay on the floor. She then mounted me and poured the liquor on my dark brown skin. It felt like steady raindrops were falling on my stomach area. I could feel the warmth between Melissa’s legs, she was wearing a medium length skirt so I’m almost certain she could feel the blood rushing towards my member as my nature began to rise. She sucked all the liquor from the crevice of my bellybutton. Her tongue then worked along the indentations of my stomach muscles, her mouth moved like a vacuum extension sucking all the liquor from the hard to reach spaces. When she was finished she ran her hands across my chest and brought her mouth to my ears. She then said fairly audibly, “ You’re bigger than I thought you were.” she kissed me on the cheek and returned to her seat.
Melissa’s turn was next. She looked at Erica and I felt the dragon’s flame heat in revenge. “ Erica, truth or dare?” Melissa asked, her own impish smile flashed upon her face.
“ Dare” answered Erica with a defiant tone. It seemed to me that Erica was out to prove that she wasn’t as innocent as her peers thought she was. Maybe my teasing about her virginity really did get to her?
“ I dare you to strip down to your bra and panties.”
Erica was of a dark skin tone but there was a flush of color that flooded her cheeks. If I wasn’t sure that Erica wasn’t capable of it, I would’ve swore that she was blushing. Erica took of her baggy Wal-mart brand shirt and dropped it to her feet. Her bra was white lace it reminded me of cotton or loose leaf paper. The juxtaposition between her skin tone and her brassiere was like milk and chocolate chip cookies but exponentially more enticing. Erica then removed her loose fitting jeans. I expected Erica, to be wearing granny panties, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was actually wearing a thong. Her butt completely engulfed it, Erica’s body was more stunning than I could’ve ever dreamed. God could use her figure as a stencil to paint the perfect woman.
Jeremiah, during his turn, dared Melissa to also strip down to her bra and panties. Melissa looked at Erica’s body and seemed to second guess trying to follow up the show that Erica put on. Determined not to be undone she grabbed her shot glass and filled it with liquid confidence. She drained it in one motion. Before taking the shot her cheeks resembles two red stop lights, but after taking the last shot her face flushed again and her cheeks turned into huge stop signs. With the extra liquor in her system she lowered the spaghetti strings of her skirt and allowed gravity to undress her before our very eyes. Melissa’s body was very slender, she was like the black version of Pop-eye’s wife Olive Oyl. Her chest was big for her thin physique and navy her push up bra made her breast look like lemon colored water balloons. One could say she resembled an upper case “P.”
I was laying on the floor still, shirtless, sticky and sporting a mild erection. Everyone in the room remained silent, the only sound was Erica’s speakers playing “Cross The Line” by John Legend. My buzz was beginning to wear off; so I knew that I wasn’t under the influence when I noticed everyone’s eyes sticking to me like flies on flypaper. Jeremiah looked as at his wrist watch as if time was just added to the endanger species list and the two half-naked females looked also impatient. It was then that my common sense kicked in and I realized it was mine turn.
Normally when it came to sexual jokes, innuendos or witty remarks ideas would come to me with every flick of my tongue. I’m a self proclaimed high class, intelligent, sexual being. My thought process and the gutter were interchangeable parts of the same intricate machinery, but, for some reason I was drawing blanks. I had no idea of what to do with my turn. I started to stall until some freaky idea bubbled in my mind’s cauldron, but all I could do was mumble and stutter like a two year old just beginning to speak. Erica sense my inability to come up with an adequate dare or question whispered into my ear. Her stroke of genius painted a sexual image in my mind so vivid that Rembrandt and Di Vinci rolled in their graves in envy.
“Jeremiah” I called out clearly. He answered my call with a look that said, “ It’s about damn time.” I thought to myself that Jeremiah was definitely the one getting lucky tonight. With that thought cooking on the back burner of my mind’s stove I inquired, “ Truth or Dare?”
“ Dare!” Jeremiah answered exactly how I hoped that he would.
“ Ok then, I dare you to bless Melissa right here and right now.” Jeremiah looked as if I didn’t know what I meant. Melissa however followed where my dare was going. She laid down on the sofa stomach side up and lifted her legs straight into the air, her body bent in a right angle. Slowly she peeled of her navy panties like they were saran wrapped to her body. Melissa then spread her legs, her private area was the color of cotton candy and probably just as sticky on your mouth and fingers. She beckoned Jeremiah and wrapped his head in her legs. From my point of view her legs looked like a yellow tie fixed around his shirt collar.
Melissa’s stomach muscles tightened and her chest ebbed and flowed as she rode waves of stimulation. She moaned softly and occasionally ran her fingers across the linen on Jeremiah’s shirt back. Erica’s shocked face said, “ I didn’t think they’d actually do it.”
But what it did not do was hide the fact that she getting very turned on by watching Jeremiah go down on Melissa. The thought that Jeremiah was getting so lucky tonight once again recurred in my mind.
Jeremiah finished deep sea diving and came up for air; Melissa continued to lay on the sofa. She was still breathing deeply, her eyes wide as dinner and plates and occasionally blinking. The fire breathing dragon underneath her cute exterior was now spewing flames of desire rather than wrath.
“ Truth or Dare?” Melissa sat up and looked dead at me, a bead of sweat dripping down her nose and falling into the valley between her breast. I begun to look around, avoiding her question as if I was not sure whom she was speaking to. “ You” she pointed at me to make no mistake of who she was talking to. “ Truth or Dare?” I never understood why she just didn’t call me by name , but nonetheless, I answered her,
“Dare!”
“Good” Melissa looked into my eyes and then looked at Erica. “ It’s no secret you’ve had a thing for Erica since high school. There’s no point in denying it, you’re not the only one who’s sex intelligent here.”
Her words made me feel like my stomach was floating, my inner most feelings were being placed on Front street for the entire world to hear. Erica only looked at me, her dark skin glowing in the moonlight. The few years since high school were great to her, she was a Pinot or a Chardonnay, only becoming more exquisite with time. Something told me that she knew how I felt about her all along, that my feelings for her was only as secretive as the inner flap of an old novel. I focused back on Melissa and prepared to face whatever she had planned for me.
“ I dare you to take Erica’s virginity.”
I turned towards Erica expecting some sort of protest, some sort of outrage that Melissa would even make something as precious as a her v-card a subject of a drunken game. Erica simply unstrapped her bra and her white laced panties soon followed. A throbbing sensation was pulsing in my pants and the room suddenly turned tropical getaway warm.
The room swirled and transformed. Erica’s room was messier than I expected, her clothes were scattered all over her walk in closet and her bed was a tossed salad of sky blue linen, mismatched stripped pillows and crumpled sheets. Her room was stifling. As I sucked on her neck I tasted salt and sweat rather than the creamy whipped chocolate I imagined. Her breast which were ripe fruits when she first exposed them felt like stress balls when I groped and squeezed them. I pull her hair lightly, and arch her face to kiss her, she shoves her tongue down my throat and I taste E&J and I feel like I want to gag. She lays on her back and spreads her legs. I mount her, preparing to enter her walls. I’m erect my member filling with anticipation for that moist warmth I’ll feel once I push inside her like a knife cutting through melted butter, but, her body is cold inside. She feels like a glacier, an ice cave void of pleasure filled with disappointment. “This isn’t right“… I hear my voice saying “ This isn’t right.”
I snap out of my daydream and gaze at Erica’s naked body. The desire is still ever present but my will is broken. My sexual desire for Erica could flood dams and power small cities, but my respect for her is like the sun in the morning sky. It’s power is limitless. I looked into her almond colored eyes and say “ I can’t do it. I can‘t let you lose it like this.” The sound of my peers jaws crashing into the ground wasn’t nearly as loud as my dreams shattering. I grabbed my shot glass, took a shot of E&J and placed the empty bottle on the living room table. I then collected my shirt from the side of the sofa and straightened myself up before I prepared to leave. As I did I kissed Erica deeply. She tasted Hersey chocolate, creamy and rich, just how I always imagined she would. As I walked down Erica’s drive way my cell vibrated on my hip. It was a text from Erica reading, “Thank you.” But what it really said was, “ The boy I used to share poetry with has really grown up.” Erica would stay in my life a bit longer this time.