Keith’s parents were some of the richest motherfuckers I’d ever met. They hosted their only son’s high school graduation party in a ballroom at the Grand Hyatt Hotel in downtown Denver. It looked like a wedding, just filled with a bunch of teenagers and old relatives that couldn’t take the noise. Keith was your typical rich kid so he got anything he asked for. Under his instruction, the ballroom looked and sounded more like a club than anything else. The lights were low, the music was loud, and the girls from my school were all appropriately half-dressed. It was going to be a good night. I could feel it.
“Yo, Darren!” screamed my favorite white boy.
He was dressed in an expensive silver metallic suit with a purple tie. He was all flash, the life of any party, especially his own.
“What up, Man?” I replied as Keith walked up to me, “This is one serious party.”
“You know how I do. If I don’t give you a taste of the finer things in life, who will?” he asked jokingly.
“Anyway,” I said, dismissing his question with a laugh.
“But yo, I gotta go kiss my grandma then find Sherry so I’ll holla at you later.”
“Alright, Man,” I said as I dapped up my friend before he left. Sherry was Keith’s black girlfriend. Yes, Keith was “that white guy”: had all black friends, a black girlfriend and a voice that deceived you into thinking his pigmentation was much darker than it actually was. But he was cool, was just being who he was. He was my boy. He had the money and the brains of a CFO but more swagger than any white dude I’ve ever known.
I looked around the party for my other boys. Keith, myself, Dante and Mo were the stars of my school’s basketball team. We ran that court with ease. We were more than just teammates; we were best friends. I’d known Dante and Mo since kindergarten. Keith was new to town freshman year so when Dante, Mo and I saw him walk into practice we were skeptical from the get-go. We didn’t trust this 6’5”, fourteen-year-old, Caucasian. We acted like we didn’t think he was good enough but the truth was we were intimidated. We were the stars, even as freshman, and the trio wasn’t looking for a fourth man. But time passed, egos softened and we had to admit he was good. Four years later the four of us were inseparable. We were all headed to different colleges in the fall but that wouldn't matter. We'd be friends for life.
Mo and Dante were hovering over the punch bowl when I approached them. It must have been spiked.
“What’s up, Bro?” Dante asked me as he handed me a drink. He was dressed to impress as usual, one of those ‘gotta keep my shoe game, my hat game, my unnecessary-glasses-with-different-colored-frames game on point at all times’ kind of dudes. Dante wore all red air force ones, black jeans, a red hoodie, a leather jacket, a Twin Cities fitted, and red-rimmed glasses that he did not need.
“What up, Man?” I responded as I took the drink and sipped. Yep, it was spiked.
“Yo, you see Kayla? She’s been asking about you all night,” Mo informed me as he looked around the large and crowded room. Mo had a simpler style like myself. Keith worked the room looking like a giant CEO of Microsoft. Dante looked like an up-and-coming model/rapper/actor but Mo and I were more down to Earth, I guess. We both were dressed simply in dark blue jeans, Timberland boots and a t-shirt. My t-shirt was black to match the new black Tims I got a couple months ago, thanks to Kayla. I wore a diamond chain, well, close enough to diamond, and two diamond studs in my ears. The earrings were real, also thanks to Kayla. What can I say? I was spoiled. Kayla was always buying me gifts. This was her way to keep me faithful, her sad attempt. It didn’t matter what her friends told her about me, didn’t matter how many girls said they slept with me, or how many “important” dates I forgot, or phone calls I didn’t return, Kayla thought that as long as she kept swiping Daddy’s credit card, my heart and my penis belonged to her and only her.
“No, I haven’t seen her yet,” I told Mo.
“Well, you need to check your girl. She keeps hanging around us waiting on you and we tryna snag our own pussy tonight. Ya feel me?”
“I feel you,” I said with a laugh. I didn’t even have time to walk away from my friends before I felt a pair of tiny, cold hands covering my eyes.
“Guess who?” Kayla asked. Her high-pitched squeal was easy to recognize. I moved her hands away from my face and caught the tail end of Dante rolling his eyes while Mo held back a laugh. Kayla was the most popular girl in school. She was about 5’5”, had long blonde hair and enough booty to make a black girl jealous. She had a perfect face, a tight body, the perfect personality, good grades, was head cheerleader, blah, blah, blah. Every girl hated her and every guy wanted her, but she was mine. We had been a “couple” for about six months now. I’d met her parents and her grandparents. I was a regular at family dinners but what can I say? A brotha had to eat. I had no problem eating her mom’s food and letting her spend her Daddy’s money on my wardrobe but I wouldn’t be caught dead with this girl in my mother’s house.
I turned and faced her.
“Hey, Baby,” I said, kissing her on the lips.
“Where’ve you been? I tried calling you after your party.”
“With Denise,” would have been the wrong thing to say so I settled for, “Just busy, sorry.”
“It’s okay. At least you’re here now,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.
“Mmm, you smell good,” she said. She buried her face in my neck and it felt good. My neck was my spot. Information she knew.
“Gotta smell good for you, Baby, always for you,” I lied.
“Ok, Love Birds,” Mo interrupted, “we’ll see y’all later.”
“Bye guys!” Kayla responded, bubbly as ever, as Mo and Dante walked away. As I gave my boys a head nod, I noticed a girl just beyond Dante’s left shoulder. She had long black hair and wore a tight black dress that looked like sex painted on top of sin. Her face was gorgeous and her body was fine as hell. Our eyes met and she smiled, gave me a wink. I could tell she was just waiting for me to look at her. I wondered how long she was watching. I made a mental note of her gaze but gave her no physical response. I looked back down at Kayla before she followed my wandering eye.
“You want to get out of here?” she asked.
“I just got here.”
The girl in black moved towards Kayla and me. She stopped and started talking to this guy that I think was in my photography class, but I wasn’t sure.
“But, I have a surprise for you,” Kayla whined. I tried to focus on the girl in front of me but, as fine as she was, new pussy always looked better than old pussy. Kayla took my left hand with her right, looked around the room, checking our limited level of privacy and slid my hand down her pants. I felt her silky smooth skin and nothing else, no granny panties, no boy shorts, no nothing.
“I shaved her clean for you, Daddy,” she said, trying to whisper seductively but eventually having to speak up because the music was so loud. She felt damn good. I let my hand linger there, enjoying the fact that we could be spotted at any moment. I curled my middle finger up inside of her, making her moan before I pulled my hand out of her pants and back into my pocket.
“Damn, Baby,” I exhaled, halfway speaking to her, halfway to myself. I was torn. Kayla had skills to say the least. She would do anything I asked her to do in or out of the bedroom. A week ago I told her that I wondered what she would feel like completely shaved and now here she was, as smooth as pure silk. But she was getting too clingy. A girl who would do anything for you eventually is going to want everything from you. I needed her to know that her pussy didn’t control me, that I wasn’t going to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted like she did for me. Her pussy did make me weak; I just didn’t need her knowing that. Besides, the less affected I acted by her, the more she needed to please me.
“She feels good,” I said casually. I bent down to give her a kiss and the girl in the black dress caught my eye again. The dude from photography class was talking her ear off. She was clearly uninterested as she unapologetically stared at me. I started kissing Kayla but kept my eyes, unlike Kayla’s, open. I stared at the girl in the black dress as I sucked on Kayla’s tongue that was already in the back of my throat. She was standing only about ten feet away from us and I felt like she was the one I was kissing. The girl in the black dress stared at me, stared at me and bit her bottom lip. She was bold. Anyone who had any sense and a good pair of contact lenses could see what she was doing but I guess she didn’t care. The more I kissed Kayla the more she bit her bottom lip, licked her top lip, and slid her fingers up and down the middle of her dress. Holy shit, she was turning me on.
“Ouch!” Kayla screamed. My eyes quickly darted back to the girl in front of me. She was repeatedly touching her lip and drawing back fingers smeared with blood.
“Darren! What the hell? You bit me!” she yelled.
She was getting loud.
Keith, who happened to be walking by, gave me a ‘Please, No Drama’ look. I gave him a head nod, letting him know I wouldn’t disrespect him like that.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Kayla, trying to calm her down.
I didn’t even notice I bit her, didn’t feel my jaw clenching, my teeth closing down on her thin lip. I was way too lost in thought.
The girl in the black dress licked her lips one last time, turned her back to me and started walking out of the club-like ballroom, leaving that guy from my photography class standing alone, still rambling. She reached the exit that led to the hotel’s main lobby, pivoted to give me one last look, then left. My eyes were glued to her body and this time I couldn’t hide it.
Kayla finally stopped touching her lip when she realized I was no longer engaged in our situation, realized my ‘I’m sorry’ was nowhere near sincere, realized I was checking out another girl. Now both Kayla and I were staring towards the exit. With all of my might I tore my gaze away from my next potential conquest and looked down at a girl who was obsessed with me. She had tears in her eyes. She said nothing, just stared deep into my eyes for a moment and then walked away.
I wasn’t fazed.
I got what I wanted without having to try. Kayla knew she was not the apple of my eye, that she could be replaced. That’s how I needed it. No commitments. No strings. She ran over to her friends that engulfed her into a sea of pity, hugging her, stroking her hair, telling her it was okay, telling her I was an asshole, and giving me looks of death.
Once again, I went unfazed.
I turned away from that bullshit and headed for the exit. I hated to leave my boy’s party so soon but opportunities like this didn’t come up all the time. Well, they did, but still, the girl was fine. When I finally made my way through the crowd and out into the lobby I looked around for her but had no luck.
“Damn,” I said.
“Looking for me?” a voice behind me breathed seductively.
I turned and saw her. She looked even better under the bright lights in the lobby. She wasn’t a girl though. She was a woman, clearly older than me but still sexy as hell. Her skin was some kind of caramel, olive tone and I couldn’t figure out her race. She looked foreign and exotic, Persian, or Italian, or Jewish, or, Moroccan, or maybe she was just mixed with black and white. I had no fucking clue but it didn’t matter to me. Fine was fine.
“Why would I be looking for you?”
I liked her confidence. It was rare.
“Alright, and if I was looking for you?”
“You’d be a very smart man, which I think you are.”
“I thought so. Come with me.”
She took my hand and led me to a set of elevators. I didn’t stop her or question her, just followed her. I usually liked to take charge but this game of follow-the-fine-as-fuck-stranger-who-clearly-wants-you was fun and was getting interesting.
Elevator doors opened and we stepped in quickly.
“Sorry if I messed things up with your girlfriend.”
“No you’re not. But, don’t worry; she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Sure she isn’t. So how do you know the graduate?”
“Keith? He’s one of my best friends. We go to school together.”
“So you’re what? Eighteen?”
“Almost nineteen,” I lied. My next birthday was eight months away. I was always the youngest in my class but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“How old are you?”
“Older than you.”
“Okay,” I said with a smile and a laugh.
“So where exactly are you taking me?” I finally asked.
She walked in front of me and pushed a button that brought the elevator to a screeching halt. I held on to a pole that ran across the side of the small, moving box in order not to fall. I looked up and saw that we were somewhere between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors. She turned and looked at me. I felt slightly intimidated but tried my hardest not to let it show.
“So, this is where you’re taking me?”
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with me here?”
She stepped towards me and put her hands under my t-shirt. Her palms were warm and soft. I let her feel my stomach. Girls loved to rub the pack and I was proud of it. Her hands moved lower and stopped at my belt. The woman in the black dress got down on her knees, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and searched for my dick. Big D was hard as fuck. She massaged him with both hands until he found his way inside her warm, wet mouth.
“Holy shit,” was all I could say.
I moved in and out. She sucked hard on my dick, her lips tightly wrapping around me, refusing to release any suction. Big D moved in deeper. Head just wasn’t head without deep throat. Anything else was useless to me. Luckily, she could take it. I fucked the back of her throat like a porn star and she took it like a professional. I couldn’t believe what was happening but I was no fool. I didn’t question it. I just enjoyed it. She sucked and sucked and sucked. Her lips pulled tighter and tighter as my dick went deeper and deeper. I grabbed her hair for full control and she massaged my balls. I pounded and pounded and pounded, faster, faster, faster. She gagged as my dick took the place of her breath. Music to my ears. Faster, faster, faster. She grabbed my thighs and held on for dear life. A mighty rushing wave was building up inside of me. I took it a little bit slower, wanting this moment to last. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and rubbed it on her face. She liked that. Her tongue searched the sides of her own mouth, desperately seeking my shaft. She left a trail of saliva on her cheeks until her mouth could no longer live without me inside of it. Her tongue swept Big D inside again as her head moved back and forth over my dick. The wave rose once more and was unstoppable. I jerked in the wet, warm, tightness of her mouth and a sea of my juices exploded and rushed down her throat. She swallowed like a woman in the desert, my cum, water sent from God. She pulled away from me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She gave my dick a gentle kiss, stood up and pulled up my boxers and my jeans for me. She buckled the belt she previously freed and neatly pulled my t-shirt back down over my pants. I couldn’t believe any of it.
“Who, the fuck, are you?” I asked in between breaths.
She smiled and laughed a little. She came closer and kissed me on my neck.
“I was in the lobby and saw you when you arrived. You stopped me in my tracks. I couldn’t help myself. You are one fine young man. I just had to follow you into that party.
“You weren’t a guest at the party?”
“Damn. That’s crazy.”
“I guess a little crazy never hurt anyone.”
“Damn sure didn’t hurt me.”
That made her laugh. She pushed another button and the elevator continued on its journey like nothing ever happened. If these walls could talk…
“I should probably get back,” she said.
“Where’re you going?”
“I’m on a date, told him I had to make a quick phone call.”
I laughed hard. She was unbelievable, unforgettable. She laughed with me.
“Well, I hope you enjoy your date,” I said, not really knowing what else to say. The fog of euphoric confusion thickening around my head.
“Trust me, this is the best date I’ve ever been on,” she said as the elevator came to a stop. The small screen above the double doors flashed the letter “L”.
We walked out together, side by side, then faced each other. A man that looked like he was in his forties was leaving the hotel’s restaurant in a hurry. He looked worried. The man paced the lobby, looked over his shoulder, looked at his watch, walked over to the front desk and asked the woman behind the counter something, she shook her head and frowned, then he paced some more. That must have been her date. Her back was to him so she couldn’t see the panic she was causing. I would have warned her but I didn’t want her to leave, didn’t want this dream to vanish.
“So are you going to tell me your name or what?” I asked, stalling.
“Does it matter?”
“Well, I guess that depends.”
“On if I’m ever going to see you again.”
She looked at me and squinted a little.
“Are you sure you’re eighteen?” she asked.
“Nineteen in two months,” I lied again.
“Well, if you’re interested, meet me here next Saturday at eight. Maybe we can make it to a room next time.”
“Are you serious?”
“What can I say, you’re just so damn cute.”
She stroked my cheek and made me feel like I was just a kid. Girls at school told me how much of a man I was, how strong and sexy I was compared to the other guys and here was this woman, who knows how old she was, I’d guess thirty tops, telling me I was cute. It was not what I was used to but I didn’t mind it. I kind of liked it. She was an older woman who clearly knew what she wanted, and clearly wasn’t afraid to go for it. If she wanted to meet me here again, why the fuck would I say no? This was crazy but like she said, a little crazy never hurt anyone.
“Check in under the name Thompson and I’ll meet you in the room around 8:15.”
“You’ll be my Mrs. Thompson for the night?” I asked playfully.
“For the night.”
“Anna! Anna!” the panicked man called out in our direction.
She turned and walked away from me. I watched her perfect body as she worked that black dress.
She reached her frantic date, took his hand and stroked his arm. I could see her lips moving but couldn’t make out the lie she was telling. I wondered what she was doing with that old man. She was clearly out of his league.
I contemplated whether I should go back to the party or just call it a night. I was dying to tell Keith, Mo, and Dante what just happened to me, even though they wouldn’t believe me, but I didn’t feel like running into Kayla again. My night was just transformed into pure heaven and I didn’t want her whiny ass ruining it for me.
I left the hotel and headed to my mom’s car that she let me use for the night. I drove down the street not really sure where I was going to go. I didn’t want to go home yet. I was too amped up and it was only midnight. I drove out of the city and headed south on I-25 towards home. I didn’t know where to go but I didn’t care either. I would drive in circles thinking about the girl in the black dress, the woman, Anna.