Chapter Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
Okay, I think I might have this thing licked! It’s been two weeks and I haven’t had one woman. Of course, I haven’t left my house, and that might have something to do with it.
But now I’m all out of sick days and vacation days and, Lord forgive me, I even used up three bereavement days when I called my superior and told him that my grandmother had died.
Sorry, Grandma!
So today will be my first day back out into the world. I’m confident that between all of the gay porn I’ve watched combined with the hours of phone sex with Zhan (my phone bill is going to be outrageous!) I’ll be back to my old self again.
It was just past nine o’clock and I was sipping some green tea and listening to a morning radio show.
I could hear Chevy snoring like a hog in the bedroom above me.
I didn’t know what she’d been doing, but working wasn’t it because she’d been hanging out until dawn and sleeping until noon for two weeks.
I couldn’t imagine that she was on vacation, but I had my own demons to deal with so I hadn’t had the time to question her about hers.
Okay, the clock says nine thirty: time to hit the road. I placed my teacup in the sink, turned off the radio, snatched up my keys, and marched out the front door.
“Good morning, Ms.Anderson,” I sang to my neighbor, who was walking her border collie past my house.
She was a small gray-haired white woman who’d never been seen without her fuchsia lipstick, a hideous color on her and something I think that Chevy would simply adore.
Even now, at nine thirty in the morning, her lips were smeared with it even though she was in curlers and a housedress.
“Morning, Noah!” She waved and then smiled to reveal a line of pink across her crooked yellow teeth.
That sight is enough to keep me off “fish” for the rest of my life, I told myself as I bounded up the street toward the train station.
On the subway platform, I was met with wall-to-wall people, indicating that the trains were backed up. What else was new?
Leaning over, I peered down the dark tunnel in search of the train, but the only thing I saw were rats scurrying across the tracks.
I cursed myself for not picking up a newspaper as I began to try to amuse myself by surveying my fellow straphangers.
The neighborhood was changing so quickly: not more than four years ago you wouldn’t have seen a white face, and now there must have been at least twenty of them.
Blond-, brown-, and auburn-haired men in their Wall Street business attire.
College-aged white girls in the low-rise jeans and cropped tops, with long flowing hair.
The Utica Avenue train station is beginning to look like the 125th Harlem station, I thought to myself.
What black Brooklyn neighborhood would be next? I wondered.
Bushwick was the most likely candidate.
My eyes roamed from face to face. An old black man leaned up against one of the steel beams, looking at his watch and mumbling to himself; a young mother was wagging her finger in the face of her small child; and, to the horror of a middle-aged woman, two teenage boys played a game of who-can-spit-the-farthest-across-the-tracks.
I laughed to myself before peering down the tunnel again.
I sighed and thanked the Lord when I saw the dim yellow headlights of an approaching train coming from the previous station.
As I stepped back and prepared myself for the mad rush into the car, my back hit soft, supple breasts and my nose was instantly filled with the scent of Krizia perfume, and before I could even turn around I already knew I was in trouble.
“Excuse me,” I said as I swiftly spun around on my heels and came face-to-face with a statuesque brown-skinned woman with locs. She was so beautiful, she was perfection; she was so astonishing that I thought, This is what Venus the goddess of love must look like.
“No problem,” she said, barely looking at me. “Is it coming?”
If you want me to! my Johnson piped up, and I could already feel him beginning to stiffen.
“Um, yeah it is,” I said as I took in her Coca-Cola-bottle shape. Her breasts were standing at attention and, oh, my, are those nipples I see pushing through the thin material of her blouse? I looked closer. Yep, this beauty was braless!
Stop it!
I turned briskly away from her.
C’mon, man, don’t fight it! my penis screamed.
“Shut up!” I hissed at my crotch. The old man leaning on the beam stopped his mumbling and gave me a wary look.
When the train arrived and the door opened I didn’t step in but stepped aside and said, “After you,” to the goddess Venus, who smiled at me and stepped in. My eyes fell on a behind that was plump and shaped like an apple.
“Goddamn,” I heard myself utter as she walked by me.
We jammed in like sardines and somehow I ended up behind the Venus, both of our hands clinging to the same pole.
“I’m sorry,” I bent down and whispered in her ear as the train jerked out of the station.
“Sorry for what?” she said, turning sweet eyes on me.
“I’m apologizing early, because I know at some point I might…um…um…” I didn’t know quite how to phrase it.
Was it me, or did her smile just move from sweet to seductive?
She wiggled her index finger, indicating for me to bend in closer, so I did.
“Rub up against me?” she whispered and then let out a little giggle.
My head jerked back in surprise, and I stupidly shook it up and down.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” she said and gave me a wink.
I would have thought that I was still in bed, still asleep and dreaming, if it wasn’t for the broad smile the old man on the other side of the pole was giving me.
My mouth went dry and I backed my pelvis as far away as I could from her apple-shaped ass, but with each station stop, more people piled in, pushing me closer to my end.
When we hit Jay Street–Borough Hall, the lights went out. White women clutched their purses tighter to their bodies and someone uttered a curse word beneath his breath just as Venus pushed her ass back, closing the one-inch space I had managed to keep between us.
The train pulled off and into the tunnel, throwing us into darkness, and Venus used that opportunity as well as the jostling of the train to her advantage and began rubbing her behind against my dick with expert precision.
Oh, the pleasure!
Sweat trickled down my temples and I found my hand grabbing a hold of her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“The next stop for this train will be Chambers Street,” the conductor belted out over the speakers, and a miserable groan went up from the passengers who needed to get off at one of the three stations we were skipping.
But Venus and I, well, we groaned with pleasure! We would have at least three more minutes to ride this erotic wave of bliss.
Just outside Chambers Street, the train came to a sudden halt and Venus and I slowed our feverish humping down to a slow grind that had me seeing stars.
I bit down on my lip to keep from hollering out.
She had brought me to the point of no return.
I felt Johnson jerk and stiffen, and I knew he was going to blow.
Venus must have felt it too, because she grabbed a hold of the hand I had placed on her hip and squeezed.
The train jerked forward and I nearly bit a hole through my lip as I spewed semen all over my brand-spanking-new, just-out-of-the-package Calvin Klein briefs, and Venus, well, she screamed, “Oh fuck!” before letting out a long shuddering breath and then falling limp against me.
There was some giggling, and then a church woman hollered from across the car, “Don’t you be using that type of language in public!”
The lights came on and I swear all eyes were on us.
Venus pulled herself upright again and swiped some damp strands of hair from her face.
When we pulled into the Chambers Street stop, she walked off as if nothing at all had happened between us. She didn’t even turn around and wave goodbye. Nothing.
I knew now what cheap felt like.
I watched her calmly walk up the stairs and disappear before the doors slid closed again, and I was left wondering if I’d dreamed the whole thing.
The old man across from me was laughing now, laughing and pointing down at the wet spot seeping through my rust-colored linen pants. I knew then that it wasn’t a dream at all, that it was a nightmare instead, one filled with women and seedy encounters.
One from which there seemed to be no hope of ever waking up.