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the lead and did everything. She started touching my nipples and sucking them. I tried to fight it, but her touch was feeling good. It took twenty minutes of her touching and pulling my nipples before I reached over and started sucking her nipples. We ended up in the bathroom, in the shower. She made me stand with my legs spread open and she got down on her knees. The shower had six showerheads and she knew how to use those things very well.Her wickedness. She sucked my breasts and put a showerhead down there, and that did it for me. I closed my eyes, and pretended a man was doing it, but her touch was different. A woman knows a woman better than a man, I can tell you that. Most guys I’ve dated have had beards or stubble. She was smooth. So, we did it that one time, and I thought that was that, but a week later she sent me a text and asked me if I was free for dinner again. She sent me a winky face. The winky face made me smile. So, we went out to the Lobster again, sat and talked normally, as if we had never been intimate, and after, I went over to her house again. The moment we got in the door, she was touching me, kissing me, on her knees. This time she had bought an African porn DVD, a strap-on, and liquor. I thought we were just going to touch each other like before, and she’d use her mouth, then we’d do that scissor thing again. I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I could go to jail for this. My mother and father would beat me like I was in
Twelve Years a Slave
.”
    Indigo stopped talking, twisted her lips, shifted side to side, sighed, closed her eyes.
    Ericka, Kwanzaa, and Destiny waited.
    A second later, Indigo continued. “I guess being with a tall woman was her ultimate fantasy. She admired Nigerian women. It was her strong desire to be with a Nigerian woman. So, that night she wanted to role-play, wear a strap-on and imagine she was a guy, and she wanted to pretend she was a guy doing a sexy girl and get into some headboard banging, hair pulling, sweaty, sloppy, neighbors-writing-hate-notes kind of sex. I didn’t like what she did.”
    Kwanzaa mumbled, “Jesus.”
    Destiny shushed Kwanzaa.
    Ericka shushed Destiny, then said, “What did she do that you didn’t like, Indigo?”
    Indigo took a breath. “Okay. Well. She was doing it to me doggie-style, which was fine because that way I couldn’t see her and imagined she was a man, despite her small hands on my waist, but she got aggressive and started twisting me and turning me and the positions got to be too much. It was a like a gym workout. She kept asking if the wood was good, so I started making all kinds of fake noises like it was the best fakepenis I’d ever had. She kept asking me if I liked her big fat dick. She wanted me to give head to that thing. She had lost her mind. I was done. I was just in it for the tongue. Then I showered and left. We never discussed it. We ran into each other in Manhattan Beach a few times, even talked on the phone once or twice. Then a long time went by before I ran into her at Sprouts. We barely chatted. It’s like it never happened.”
    Kwanzaa asked, “Someone we know?”
    Indigo said, “No one present, if that’s what you’re asking indirectly, Kwanzaa.”
    â€œJust asking.”
    â€œWhat did she look like?”
    â€œShe looks like a mixture of Zadie Smith and Leona Lewis, to be honest.”
    Kwanzaa said, “Wow. I bet y’all could’ve made some pretty babies. People would have thought you were the dark-skinned nanny, but those babies would have had some good hair.”
    The girls laughed.
    Ericka asked, “How did that even happen?”
    Indigo said, “We met at the Barnes and Noble in Manhattan Beach, by chance. I used to hang out there. She heard my accent, and then I heard hers, and we both talked about our countries, and Africa in general, how we wished all the nations were united, and Africa