It started off innocently enough. A decent spring day in the old hometown. I was preparing to go and see my girlfriend. She had moved to another city to work after college. I was still doing my student-as-you-can-afford-it thing. You know when you got money, you go. When you don’t you work instead. It had been a few months since I had seen her so I was pretty much thrilled about having awakened that day. Even though the train ride was gonna take about half a day, I was still hyped about the trip. I got to get the hell outta town. See places I don’t get to see. Be somewhere I don’t live. Winter was over and the snow was melting (when isn’t that a good thing?), the earth getting warmer and such.
I was getting all my ducks in a row that day. Dropped mom off at work (downtown parking is an expensive mess!) Was packed and picking up the last things before the trip. I decided to stop by a cousin’s place who lived in the area. So I found a spot to park and walked up them four double flights of stairs (high ceilings ya know…) to her apartment. We chilled and chatted for about an hour. I then started hearing my empty stomach complain about my mistreatment of it. So I asked cuz if she wanted anything while I was out. Got the order and off I went.
Cuz lived in Cass Corridor. For those not from Tha D, it is a place where you found one of the nicest theaters in the city, a high school where some of the best and brightest of Detroit attended, an elementary school with TRUE international flavor, a homeless shelter or two several bars, a few “short stay” hotels and motels, the projects and at least one cat house. Needless to say, it was a very interesting neighborhood. Since then a casino grew up and the area got cleaned up some and new housing happened. But back in the day, every day was an adventure.
So I jumped in the car and plotted my path to the nearest McFood. Drive straight three blocks to the main drag, bust a left, right on the next big street, cross the freeway and food! Simple right? But did I mention I was in the Cass Corridor at around 10 in the a.m.? I didn’t manage to get the three blocks much less busting the left before “it” happened.
I get two blocks and am at a stop sign. I see this girl in a short skirt carrying a back pack. So I immediately think of a cheerleader. Remember high school close by, 10 a.m. and it wasn’t the weekend. So I didn’t think her being there too unusual for a split second. So I turn my head to check for the traffic that this sign had me stopping for. I see a car or two coming by so while I am waiting my mind starts to ponder the cheerleader. Why do you ask? She wasn’t AT the school. The bus lines rode the two adjacent streets. She was walking north and for her to catch a freight she needed to be going either east or west. It was winter break for DPS students. She wasn’t in a Pickle Factory cheerleader uniform. So she seemed a little outta place.
My eyes turned back in her direction to make sure no last minute traffic from that direction was coming. And I notice her paying me a little more attention than I thought I rated. This makes me curious and her seeming out of place made me pause a second. Thought she might be in trouble or lost or something. She then starts heading toward me with definite intent. So I am thinking “O.K. damsel in distress time.” So I move my hand to the switch to roll down the window so I can listen to the story she is about to lay on me. Before I could roll the window down things got real surreal on me.
Homegirl almost messed up my day! Cause she flashed this little mischievous smile at me and did one of them little shy wave things. And with her other hand pulled up the front of her little cheerleader skirt. Which apparently was the only thing she had on between her waist and her ankles!
Time stopped for me. Either that or I forgot to keep track of the time because I was staring. BUT I do remember that she was light brown like a Nestle’s caramel. Her thighs swelled just so right in the middle. You know the kind that taper at the top and the bottom? Yeah them… And her Gateway to Heaven had a neatly trimmed Bermuda Triangle patch that seemed to make me wanna vanish into it. I remember it like it was yesterday. Okay that image is forever burned into my mind and I can’t (wouldn’t dream of trying to) shake it if I could.
Now I know you are asking how that could possibly ruin a day? Well, let’s recap. On my way outta town so money is in pocket. Haven’t seen girlfriend in months. I really liked what I saw (a very effective marketing plan she had…) AND I come from a long line of horndogs who take the “be fruitful and multiply” thing as a challenge. Oh yeah, and one of them “short stay” hotels was in spitting distance. Anybody else see the train wreck that was headed my way?
I can only imagine what my face looked like when she did it. I am sure my eyes bugged out and my mouth fell open. Whether it was from shock or desire I am still not clear on. Probably both cause she was rather hot for a “16 year old”. But time managed to start back up again and my thought process started moving. More importantly the sudden tightness of my underwear was warning me of the impending train wreck that was STILL walking in my direction! And that thing under her skirt was talking to me like the Borg Queen or something! “I am The Coochie! Lower your resistances and surrender to your desires. I will add your physical and genetic distinctiveness to my own! You will service me! Resistance is futile!”
I had to think fast to avoid falling into that wondrous dark hole. And I couldn’t think of shyt to say because she managed to push the right button without saying one damn word. I also knew that I had no desire to talk her out of whatever she wanted to do to me. So talking was out. I could only act to save myself and time was fast running out! So I took action. Lift right foot. Adjust right foot to starboard. Reengage right foot post haste!
Yeah, that’s right! I stabbed the hell up outta there! I ain’t no fool! And the rumors are true. You heard it but didn’t believe it. Yeah, I know, a black man running from pussy. Strange but true! But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Or choosing your old bush with the many hookups is better than one time new bush. Or something like that.
Of course that encounter left me with an erection that stubbornly did not go away for about an hour. But hey, the big head wins sometimes too. I guess that the little head was protesting and thought to make me suffer for a while. But you know what was on my mind for the next 18 hours don’t ya? Of course my girlfriend had to “suffer” for what the girl in the skirt did. I don’t recall her complaining much though…
