I was sitting on the train on my way to Harlem when I saw her sitting a few feet away from me. She was wearing all black and her eyes were buried in a book. Her twists sat right at the back of her neck. I watched her expressions change as she got further down the page. As she turned the page, she looked up and stared straight at me. I continued to stare back. She smiled and blew a bubble with her gum. I half smiled and looked away. I leaned forwards so that my dreads covered my face. I continued to watch her through the locks, even though they weren't that long. She closed her book and stood. She then walked over to me and sat down. "Do like what you see, when you look at me?" She giggled. "Yes I do. What's your name." I asked with a grin of amusement. "Why ? You won't see me again." She said. Then stood up. "Why won't I see you again?" I asked with a puzzled expression. "Because I said you won't." She giggled again. "Just tell me your name. All I want to know is your name." "Why must you know my name?" She put her hand on her hip and used the other to keep herself from falling. "Because I think you are beautiful." She rolled her eyes. "So you want to get to know because you like the way I look." She shook her head and scoffed. I stood up put my face to inches from hers. I could see our breathe intertwine as if we were meant to meet. "I want to know your name, because I want to get to know you. I like you style and you taste in reading." I saw her eyes move from my eyes to my lips. The trained stopped and she walked to the door. " You can call me Dyke-a delic for now." She smiled. Why call you that." "Because that is what I am. The doors closed and train started to move again. I sat down, unsatisfied. I put my headphones on my ears and All I heard was Marilyn Manson for the rest of the ride.
The next day I was skateboarding through time square, hanging up posters to promote my band when I saw her. She was standing across the street. Leaning against the wall. Wearing black jeans, black boots and a black shirt that said dyke-a-delic. I was smiled. I sped across the street and leaned up against the building beside her. "Are you waiting for me." I asked with a half smile. She looked over at me and smiled. "What makes you think that?" She popped a bubble with her gum. "I don't know, it was just a question. Do you always answer questions with questions?" "Yes, it's a habit I can't break. What are doing down here." She asked me. "I'm putting up poster for my band." I handed her one. She smiled. "Wow what kind of music do you play?" "Mostly rock, but we do all kinds. You should come see us tonight, I'll get you." I was anxious. I really liked being around her. She kinda fed my soul. " Aww aren't you sweet sure I'll come. Can I tag along with you, I'm kinda bored." "Sure just a few more to put up then I'm goin back to my house to eat something." "Ok". I finished hanging up the poster then we got on the train.
While we sat on the train, she kept watching me. "Why are you watching me?" "Because you were watching me. Do have a problem with me watching you?" "No" I said. "Then why are you complaining?" She raised her eyebrows and leaned closer to me. Our lips were almost touching. "I'm not complaining, I was making an observation." I leaned in closer so that our lips did touch. She pulled away and cleared her throat. Her face turned another color. "Are you blushing?" She giggled. "Leave me be you punk." "Why I gotta be a punk for?" I put my arm around her and pinched her stomach. "Because I said you are." She kept pushing my hand off her stomach. "My stop is coming up." I stood up with my skateboard, she stood up too. The train slowly stopped and the doors opened. I rolled through the doors, she followed. We slowly traveled the four blocks to my house.
"Wow you have a nice house, who do you live with?" She marveled at the two story house as if she never saw one before. "I live with my mother. Why are you just standing there come on." I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door. We walked in and I closed the door. I walked up stairs to my room and put my board in the closet. I pulled my outfit for the show from the closet and took off my shirt. Dyke-a-delic came into the room. "You have a nice house." She hadn't notice that my shirt was but when she did she turned away and started to leave the room. "Where are you going? You act like you never seen breasts before. Are you scared?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her into. She breathes quickened. I rubbed my lips against her cheek. "um, so where is your mother?" She pushed away from me and sat on the bed. She picked a magazine and opened it. "You really love you skateboarding. Have you ever done any of the tricks in the magazine." I could tell she was pretending to be interested in the magazine. I could her still thieving looks at me as she flipped the pages. I chuckled. "Yeah I've landed a few. You see this scar?" I asked pointing to my stomach. "I did a jump off of a park bench and landed on a pipe that was sticking out of the ground. It came 2 inched from puncturing my spleen. This one is from a few weeks ago, my friend pushed down a hill when I wasn't paying attention and I landed on the curb it's only a scrape on the elbow though." She walked over and rubbed my pipe scar. I watched her fingers go back and forth against rough surface. I held her hand and put it on my cheek. She rubbed my cheek. "Your hands are cold." I leaned in to kiss her, she tried to pull away but I pulled her back and our lips touched for along time. Our mouths opened and finally got to taste each others mouth. She put her hand on the back off my head and pushed my mouth in to hers. With the way she was kissing me it felt like she was trying to kiss my soul. She put her other hand on my chest and sent a tingle through my body. Then the phone rang. She pulled way and shook her head as if she was under a spell or trance. "um aren't you going to answer your phone?" She fanned herself and leaned on my desk. I picked up the receiver. "hello." "What up it's Jay. Are you on your way, remember we gonna get their early and do a last minute rehearsal before the show." He sounded anxious. " Oh yeah I'm getting dressed now. I almost done." I hung up the phone and got dressed. I put on my wife beater with a blood red buttoned down shirt over it. I left it open. Then I put on men's fitted dinged jeans with blood red Harley Davidson boots. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself. I liked the way the jeans fit on top of my curves. I walked over to my desk and leaned over her to get my sun glasses. My chest was in her face, I could feel her breath. Then I felt her touch again. The palm of her hand rubbed against my left nipple. I felt her teeth rub against my right. Before I knew it my eyes were closed and I was lost in another world. I moaned low and steady. She pushed her self up so that she was standing. But she never took her mouth away from my chest, Her saliva start saturating through my shirt. That is what snapped my back to reality and I stopped her. "Wait we can't. I have a show . We have to go." I pulled of my button down and pulled of my wife beater. Then I put my other shirt back on and buttoned it up, but not all the way you could still she my titi crack and my stomach from the bottom. She huffed in aggravation. "This sucks. You got all horny and now we can't do nothing." I picked up my guitar. "Lets go."
We walked the ten blocks to the club. Everybody was already there. "Whatsup guys?" "Hey Big T. Whats crackin?" "Mike how many times do I have to tell you, you are white ok." We all laughed. "Who is the chick" He asked. "This is^Å" I looked at her. She whispered her name in my ear. "Her name is Tish. Oh that's Mike he plays drums, that Jay he plays bass, that's Teddy her play piano." In unison they said "Hey tish" "Hi." She sat down and we rehearsed. After rehearsal the manager came in and said it was time for the show. Tish sat in front. People started piling in. The manager introduced us. "Everybody here knows who these guys are so I won't give a big intro. Give it up for Colorful essence."
Everyone started yelling and clapping. Mike counted us in and we started. We played three songs with me on guitar. On the fourth song I put it down and focused on singing. "Now this is a new I we wrote last night called "I do love myself" I was meant to be poem but we figured why not turn it into a song. The beat started and I sang. "I do love myself now I wanna love someone else. I wear my heart on my sleeve. My heart knows no one else's love." As I sang I looked at Tish. She smiled, I smiled back. After the song was over we went into another song. I unbuttoned my shirt exposing my chest. The girls yelled and ran to the stage trying to get a touch. I teased them. I leaned over them then leaned back up. I did let them get a touch, but only a small one. The song ended and so did the show. Sweat dripped down my body. Me shirt flapped as I jumped off the stage to sign autographs. Then I walked over to Tish. "You were good. I taught you were going to suck." She laughed. "Thank you for the honesty. Zenny the club manager came over. "Here is your money, the rest of the band has theirs already. I wanna talk to you about comin back next week. I'll give you the same amount of money." I smiled "Yeah we'll come back next week." "Alright same time don't be late." He shook my hand. I opened the envelope, there was $900 just like he promised. I stood up and buttoned my shirt.
The rest of the guys came back from putting the instruments in the van. "Since you have your lady friend with you we will see you tomorrow. Don't hurt her aight man. We all laughed. "I'll see you guys. I turned back to Tish. So what do you want to do? Are you hungry?" "Yeah a little." She smiled. "Come on I'll cook you something." I grabbed her hand and pulled out the chair. "Oh boi." "Oh boi what" Yes I can cook." I put my arm around her and we walked .
When we reached my house I headed for the kitchen. "Where is your mom?" SHe asked as she plopped onto the couch. "Oh I forgot to tell you what she does. She is a airplane attendant, she is in Hawaii right now. She'll be back next week." I yelled from the kitchen. "Well aint you lucky." Tish walked into the kitchen and stood beside me as I started making my alfredo sauce. "What are you making?" She layed her head on my shoulder. "You'll see." I sent her into the living room to watch t.v. After I was finished cooking we sat in the living room and ate. I handed her a plate. "What did you make?" "I made alfredo, but instead of using chicken I used lobster so it lobster alfredo." She looked at it then at me. I sat beside her. I smiled. I picked up her fork and put some noodles on it and lifted it to her mouth. She opened her mouth. I pulled the fork away and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She moaned as we kissed. I moved the plates from in our laps without removing my mouth from hers. I laid her back on the couch and pulled up her shirt. I rubbed my lips up and down her stomach. I took off her shirt. Revealing her beautiful body. I unhooked her bra and watched breasts and they came free. My head traveled down to her chest and her nipple entered my mouth I rolled the other one in between my fingers. Her mouthed opened and her moans flowed through the living room like music. I undid her jeans with my free hand she leaned up and I pulled them down. My fingers played in between her lips I pulled my head away from her nipple and look at her with a smug smile. I put my head in the middle of her legs and nibbled on her inner thigh. Her eyes rolled back and she trembled a little. I stopped and put my tongue as far inside her as it would go. She sucked in air and let it out. Tish pushed my head away and told me to stop. But I didn't , my tongue entered and exited her faster and faster. "Wait" Yelled through her orgasmic breaths. I stopped , she shook her head. "You're lethal. Close your mouth for right now." She sat up I looked her and grinned. "Stand up." "Why?" "No questions just do it." She stood and I laid down. I picked up her leg and pulled her pussy over my face. She tried to pull away. "You not goin nowhere." I put my tongue back inside her. Up and down she went. Her pussy covered my tongue. Soon she trembled. Her cumm oozed down into my mouth like warm maple syrup. She pulled my dreads as the juices flowed. I sat up an watch her spasm as her orgasm subsided.
Tish opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Why you smiling at me like that?" I tilted my head to the side and rubbed underneath her chin. " Because I can." She sat up and puled me into her and met half way in a passionate kiss. We laid back down with me on top again. "Get up." She commanded. "Why?" I asked with a scowl. "It's your turn, now get up." I got up and she got on top of me. She did the same thing that I did to her to me. But more slowly. After we were done we laid on the floor. Her head was on my chest. We stared at ceiling in silence until she broke it. "You know, I feel very happy and I don't even know you as well as I should." She leaned her head up and looked at me. I think you're just happy that you got some pussy." I laughed and shook my head. "No I'm serious I really am happy, not just because I got some pussy but I'm happy because I met someone that I really like." She sat up with a really serious expression on her face. Her forehead was all wrinkled. I kissed her forehead to erase the wrinkles. "Stop wrinkling your forehead. I like you to, but usually when I sleep with a girl is only a one night deal." "Well this aint no one night deal. So get that though out your head. You are gonna be stuck with me for awhile. Or until I get tired of you." Tish stuck out her tongue and I tackled her. We both laughed and looked at the plates of food that were sitting on the floor. "I'm hungry." we said in unison. We put our clothes back on and I put our food in the microwave. We sat on the couch and ate and stole glances at each other from across the couch.