Read Online The Blackbirds by Eric Jerome Dickey - Free Book Online

asked, “You go down on him?”
    â€œWhile he had a condom on. I did a little somethin’-somethin’.”
    Indigo said, “Smart girl.”
    â€œNow. I’ve confessed. Don’t judge me. Let’s move on to the next girl confession.”
    Indigo laughed. “This is fun. Finding out how freaky my friends really are sure is fun.”
    Ericka said, “This magazine says that at least one out of four women has had some sort of same-sex sexual experience. I know I haven’t. Which one of you chicas have? ’Fess up.”
    Destiny, Kwanzaa, and Indigo shifted in discomfort, but no one answered.
    Ericka repeated, “C’mon now. Nobody? Really? Not one of you had at least a girl kiss?”
    They laughed as massage chairs hummed and kneaded backs and spines.
    Indigo took a deep breath and said, “Dammit. That question, of all questions. Really? I mean freakin’ really?”
    Ericka leaned forward. “You’re joking. Indigo, you? You’re the one out of four?”
    Destiny stared at Indigo’s expression. “Oh, my God. She’s dead serious.”
    Kwanzaa stopped blinking. “No way, Little Miss Africa. You were with a woman for real?”
    Indigo sighed. “I hate this game. Dammit. Yes. I went somewhere over the rainbow.”
    Kwanzaa shifted. “Look at the hypocrite. This is about to get real interesting.”
    Destiny asked, “Why haven’t you ever mentioned that you’re bisexual before?”
    Ericka wanted to know, “How many times?”
    Indigo answered, “
Twice
. Not bisexual. Crept over the rainbow and hurried back home to Auntie Em. No place like home. Now will you nosey bimbos calm down and get your nails done?”
    Destiny said, “We need a better word than
bimbos
. Bimbos are stupid bitches.”
    Kwanzaa asked, “Were you in Oz for two days, or two times, or for two orgasms? How was sharing key lime pies? Did it turn into a pie-eating contest? Don’t get quiet now, birthday girl.”
    Indigo hummed. “Well, I tried to get all oral the first time.”
    Kwanzaa scrunched. “Yuck. Coochies are ugly.”
    Destiny laughed. “Mine isn’t. Yours might be atrocious, but mine is awesome. Hakeem Mitchell told me mine looked and tasted so good it he wished he could give it five stars on Yelp.”
    Ericka asked Indigo, “You liked going down on her? What was that like for you?”
    Indigo said, “It was a long time ago. She liked me, wanted me like that, and I guess I was being nosey and wanted to see what the hoopla was all about. I mean, all these parades and the two doctors on
Grey’s Anatomy
made being with a girl look like it was so yummy. I see it on television all the time, they have women with women almost on every show nowadays. I mean, there are more gay people on television than black people, so it was in my brain and I guess I started to wonder if all that was worth marching for. She had a boyfriend and her child lived with the father. She’s married now, matter of fact. I ran into her and her husband not long ago when I was shopping at Sprouts. We didn’t say anything about it. Just said hi and bye and kept it moving. Her husband doesn’t know, and as far as I know she doesn’t go there anymore. She was gentle in everything she did,
until
the strap-on.”
    At the same time Ericka and Kwanzaa said, “Strap-on?”
    Destiny said, “
Damn
. You took that to another level.”
    Rapid questions came from Destiny, Kwanzaa, and Ericka.
    Indigo snapped, “Dammit, be quiet and let me tell the whole damn story.
Uninterrupted
. Geesh. It was her idea, but I didn’t have any objections. She was attracted to me. She asked me out on a date and took me to the Lobster restaurant in Santa Monica. It was so damn strange letting a girl take me out, but I went. We went out to dinner one night and then went back to her house. She took