When I got to the hotel, Tammy had checked in already. The desk clerk gave me the key to room 413. I went upstairs. I let myself in. I was taken aback by the sight before me. Tammy and two other women were seated on an ostensibly large bed. They were kissing and groping one another. Finally, Tammy saw me.
“Gail.” She got up and walked toward me.
I looked at her. I raised my eyebrows a bit. This slight gesture evoked all I wanted to say. Tammy took my hand and kissed me. Her breath, lips, were warm and laced with wine. Pinot.
Or was it Chardonnay?
“Don’t worry,” Tammy whispered in my ear. “I know them very well. We’ll have fun. I promise.”
I didn’t doubt that fun was to be had. I wanted fun. Fun, I could do. But I wanted Tammy for myself. Who were these women? Why did Tammy opt for the bigger experience? Were she and I, together, not enough?
Tammy pulled me further into the room, toward the bed where the other women waited.
“This is Gail,” she said as she pointed to me.
“Hello, Gail,” said a pecan-colored woman. She had naturally red hair that hung down to her waist. It was locked. Her breasts billowed out over the top of her shirt. A blatant invitation.
“That’s Sierra,” Tammy said.
“Hello, Sierra.”
Then Tammy pointed to the other woman. She was brown-skinned. Her hair was cut in what we used to call a “Caesar.” African designed earrings hung from each ear. She seemed average to me. But then she smiled and said, “Hello, Gail.” They were the same words uttere
d by the other woman, but this time, they were sexually infused. There was a heat to them and her smile lit up the room.
“This is Bronique.” Tammy massaged the woman’s shoulder.
“Bronique, you have a lovely voice,” I said.
“Thank you.” She smiled that sexy smile again. I decided to sit down next to her. This could be fun after all, I thought.
Tammy handed me a large glass of wine, then took center stage. “Now that we’re all acquainted, I’d like to propose a toast.”
We lifted our glasses and waited. Our suite had a balcony. The doors of which were thrown open. Warm air and faint city noises rushed in. The sky was several shades lighter than our wine. The view from where I sat was breathtaking.
“Here’s to love, lasciviousness, and lesbians,” Tammy said. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” we said.
I drained my glass. Bronique got up to get me another drink. I watched Sierra as she got up and walked to the small bedside table. She put a Sade CD into the CD player. Tammy sat down beside me.
“Good-looking women,” I whispered to Tammy as I checked out the other women’s bodies. “But who are they? I thought this was going to be just you and me?”
“I know. But Bronique and Sierra are old friends and they wanted to try something new. All of us, together, here, is something new. Don’t you want to try something new? I thought I’d surprise you.”
“I’m very surprised,” I said.
“I thought you’d be pleased. I think you are…especially with Bronique. I saw the way you looked at her. I think she’s into you, too. Did you see that ass? Girl!! Shhh, here she comes.”
“I thought you’d like more wine,” Bronique said. She bent slightly to hand me the glass.
Our hands touched and a warmth spread through me.
“Come. Sit,” I said. I patted the space beside me. Tammy got up and walked toward Sierra. Bronique sat down.
“So, what is it that you do, Bronique?”
“I do voice-overs,” she said. The sound of her voice thrilled me.