Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale Read Free

her. Either way, I intended to enjoy my last week in New York City.
    It was Saturday morning and Dallas had left early for a speech class she was taking for credit toward a second master’s in communicative disorders. The instructor had given the class a break when she went over to talk with Marcus, a friend she’d made in class.
    “What’s up?” she asked.
    “Hey. You,” he replied.
    “What are you getting into tonight? My girlfriend is in town, and I’m looking for something for us to do later,” she told him.
    “What does your girl look like?” Marcus asked.
    “Does that determine what’s going on tonight?” she asked.
    “Maybe,” he said.
    “She’s about five-ten, brown skin, light brown eyes, and long hair. She’s sexy, but all my friends are,” Dallas said, attempting to arrange the plans for the evening.
    “How old is she?” Marcus asked.
    “She’s thirty,” Dallas responded.
    “Oh, yeah, what does she like to do?” he asked.
    “She isn’t really into the hip-hop club scene. She would enjoy a nice jazz or poetry spot.”
    “Is she freaky? You think she’d be down for a threesome?”
    “Maybe,” Dallas replied.
    “Well, I can grab one of my boys and we can take you guys out,” he offered.
    “Aiight, I’ll let her know,” Dallas said and returned to her seat.
     
    • • •
    I was sitting on the sofa, thinking about Troy and allowing my hands to linger over my pussy when I heard Dallas coming in the front door.
    “Hey, girl, we’re going out tonight. I figured we could hit a spot on Long Island since you’re into spoken word,” Dallas said.
    My body was calling for Troy. That orgasm I was about to have before Dallas walked in begged to be released, and since I was having neither, I was down for some poetic justice.
    “That’s cool with me. Who are we hanging with?” I asked. Dallas didn’t have a car so I knew she’d found someone to chauffeur us around.
    “Marcus, my friend from school, is going to take us out. He’s working on his master’s in international business and bringing a friend for you,” she said.
    He was the first educated man with whom Dallas dealt. I remembered him vaguely from one of her stories. My mind was fixated on Troy, and I was about to write him out of my diary when he called.
    “Hello,” I said.
    “What’s up, girlfriend? Yo, sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. I definitely want to link up before you leave out,” Troy said.
    He was good at his shit. Immediately, I was ready to cancel my plans with Dallas and spend the rest of my evening with him, but since I already committed, I decided to postpone any adventure between the two of us until the time was right.
    “I’m going out with Dallas tonight,” I said.
    “Is that Jason?” Dallas asked, shifting her focus from what she was doing to my conversation. I looked at her and shook my head, as if she was disturbing me. She went back to what she was doing, but was still eavesdropping.
    “You sound like her,” Troy said. “When I first spoke to you on the phone, I thought it was her.”
    “If it were, what would you have said?”
    “That Jason wanted to speak to you, and when she put you on the phone, I would have been on the other end.” Troy laughed at his plot to get next to me without his boy or my girl recognizing the scandal taking place.
    Troy had his way with women. He was the type who could pull any lady, from classy to trashy, all in the same breath. He didn’t have to try hard either. He exuded a strong vibe, and regardless how high your guard, it was coming down at some point.
    “Let’s hook up tomorrow. Don’t stand me up either,” I replied jokingly.
    “Until next time. Stay sweet, girlfriend.”
    We ended our conversation, and I grabbed my things and hit the road with Dallas. Marcus seemed to be cool when he picked us up. For some reason, his boy was unable to make it, so it was just the three of us. It was okay because I wasn’t trying to hook up with his