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"That’s a real nice dress you’re wearin’. Where’d you get it?" the woman asked.
"Saks."
I have to say, she was wearin’ the hell out of that leather, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. I turned away and took another sip of my drink. "Saks, huh?" the woman asked. "You gotta have wild dough to shop there."
"Actually, it was a gift."
"Yeah, you got it like that," she said, and looked me over. "What you think?" she said, and held out her arms. "You think I could get some nigga to drop nice shit like that on me?"
I finished my drink and signaled for the bartender, before I gave her an answer. "Honey, the way you’re wearing that leather, I’m sure getting men to do what you want is not your problem in life."
She put her hands on her breasts. "You think?" she asked.
We both laughed, and I knew she was trying to hit on me. I looked at her again. I could tell that she was a little on the ghetto side, but she was a beautiful woman, and sexy as hell. I’ve never told anybody this, not even Tyrone, but I’d been with a woman before. I never told anybody about my lesbian freshmen year.
Her name was Amy Cranston. She was my roommate. She was a gorgeous blonde from California. They used to call her Everybody Wants Amy, because every boy on campus wanted her. One weekend during first quarter, we had both just gotten back to the room from different parties. We were both a little drunk, and were talking and giggling about the night we’d had.
After a while, I got up and started getting undressed to get ready for bed. Those days, I slept in a big T-shirt and panties. I didn’t really think anything of it when Amy stopped talking as I took off my bra. Once I was in the bed, she stood up. "Avonte."
"Yes, Amy."
"There’s something I just gotta tell you. Something I’ve wanted to tell you since I got here."
"What now, Amy?"
When she started taking off her clothes, once again, I didn’t think anything of it, until she came and sat down on the bed next to me. "Avonte, I’m a lesbian," Amy said, giggling. She slid her hand under the cover and began rubbing my thigh. "And I’ve wanted you since I walked in this room."
I lay there paralyzed and in shook. My roommate, Everybody Wants Amy, was easing my panties to one side, and I felt her finger on my clit.
"I’ve never done anything like this before," I mumbled. "I mean with a girl."
Amy eased the covers off of my body, and began lowering her head. "Just relax, Avonte. You don’t have to do anything."
My secret relationship with Amy lasted for the rest of the school year. During the summer, she transferred to UCLA, and we never communicated after that. Since then, I hadn’t been approached by any other woman. That is, until now.
"So, what’s you’re name?" she asked.
"Avonte," I said, thinking that there was no harm in talking to her.
"Qianna Patterson," she said, and held out her hand.
"Good to meet you?"
"So, uh, let me ask you a question; you here by yourself?"
"No, I came here with somebody. He’s gone to the men’s room."
"That’s too bad." Qianna took a step closer to me.
"Why’s that?" I asked, knowing what she’d say.
"’Cause you and me coulda had some fun together," Qianna said, as Devin finally came to the bar.
"Hey," Devin said, and kissed me on the cheek. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes, baby. I was starting to get a little worried."
"I ran into an old friend from college."