Closed Doors Pg. 12

Ever closed your eyes listening to "Not Gon' Cry" and imagine yourself like Angela Bassett burning that fool's clothes in his own car? But instead of smoking a cigarette, you're smoking a spliff and your hair's not short cause ain't no man worth the locks of your hair??? I have. I almost did too. The party was a success. Drinks, great food, men and women galore. I never have sausage or salt-fish parties. Those who stayed back, knew which part of the party they were waiting for. The blinds were down as usual though some of the neighbors were there too. I had men and women walking around sharing out condoms while wearing little maid costumes. Typical and yet, effective. Everyone enjoyed themselves, those who wanted to wear masks because they were "shy" were more than welcomed to and those who didn't, respected those that did. But then it happened. I ran out of the B.S.Bitch wine that I love to share out and had to go into the laundry room to get some more. Imagine me in my six inch-heel knee length tall boots, fish nets, shorts and black glittery party top abruptly stopping mid-way to the door watching this man's unclaimed trash staring me in the face. Half-drunk I stumbled in a teary half-blind state. But someone caught me. It was my best friend. I could always depend on him. He didn't wipe my tears, give me any tissues, or even a hug to go with the catch. He carried me over to Doe's pile of unwanted goods and threw me on top of it. It happened so quickly I didn't even have time to process what was happening. Apparently he was being amused at me trying not to fall down with my heels when he saw me stop. And at the first sound of tears he had had enough. Door still open, he unzipped my shorts and without taking anything else off he put his mouth on my female and began to give me the kiss that I needed. Wrapped around Doe's clothes and being fondled on top of them gave me a sense of power over him. It may have been a false power but it felt great. He ate and ate as if his mouth itself was reminding me of the power I held inside of me. I ripped my own clothes off. Not that there was much below the fish nets. And he refused to let me return the favor. And every time I tried he would force me back down the only thing that he did let me do was ride him. And that was it. I never fucked him before. We had always just been close or just talk, never did we cross those lines. But that night, we did. There was no sense of time. I didn't care about the guests. They were probably helping themselves to each other. I don't know when they left. All I know was that my best friend was taking care of me. And that's all I needed.