Page 43 of Dionysus
The DJ’s voice boomed through the speakers. “We have a birthday in the house tonight. Shout out to you, Samara. Happy birthday, girl. This request comes from Keith.”
The music came on; he came around and got behind me. He placed his hands back on my waist, pulling me back closerto him. “Follow my lead,” he whispered in my ear as we began gliding back.
I could feel his hands tap on my thighs along with the beat of the music. My head turned slightly to glance at him. He nodded his head to the music as we glided all over the floor. We were floating backward; it was so intimate, so smooth, so sexy. I was in a trance. Keith and I skated until the song went off. He helped me off the floor and went to the bathroom. I pulled my phone out to see that I had a message from Dio. I didn’t know if I wanted to check, but I did.
I hurried and put my phone back in my purse as Keith was coming back. “I got another surprise for you, come on,” he said as he squatted down to take my skates off.
He was being a gentleman and although I would have much rather been with Dio, I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t enjoying myself. By the time we got in the car, my phone was vibrating nonstop, and I knew it was Dio trying to get a hold of me. Keith had ridden for about fifteen minutes before I noticed we werepulling up to Bishop’s. My eyes widened. “What are we doing here?”
“Come on, I told you I got a surprise for you.”
He parked and we both got out. He stuck his key into the door and when he did the lights popped on. “Surprise!” everyone said.
It was his friends that I had been hanging around. A bright smile graced my face. He leaned down toward my ear, “I just wanted you to know what it felt like to have friends to celebrate with.”
It was nice, but the reality was that these were his friends and people I was getting to know. I saw Indigo in the back dancing in the kitchen over a birthday cake and Bishop’s grimacing face. I didn’t know how to feel, but it wasn’t what I was expecting, and my anxiety was at an all-time high.
Keith had gotten lost in the crowd, leaving me standing there. I eased the door open and stepped outside. I was ready to go, but I didn’t have my car. I pulled my phone out to call Chevy to pick me up, but decided against it, knowing I was at Bishop’s house.Shit!I swallowed my pride and did what I didn’t want to do.
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Dio said he wanted to step out for a while, leaving me alone at the house. I scrolled through my phone, staring at Sasha’s number. I had told her to come over, and she still hadn't shown up. I was starting to believe that we were done for real. I was willing to beg at this point with no explanation needed I felt lonely, I felt like the one lady whom I was supposed to call my wife didn’t fuck with me anymore between the universe and myself we fucked up.
I rolled myself a blunt and called Preach. I figured he and I could relate, and he could talk some sense into me. The phone rang once, “Waddup, Zu?”
I heard what sounded like a piano in the back. I couldn’t tell if it was a church song or one of those R&B songs that someone had adapted for a church setting. I looked at the phone and placed it to my ear, “Nigga you at church?”
“Yes, nig, I mean yes, I am and it’s youth night. You should have told Dio to slide through. Look, let me get back to you. Amen!” he said before hanging up.
I hung up the phone, agitated. I knew there was no use in calling the other guys because they were probably hugged up or fucking on their girls. I snatched the lighter off the table and began smoking until the sound of my back door opened. Right then, I knew it was Sasha. I sat back on the couch and waited for her to come into the living room while I smoked. Her heels clicked on the kitchen floor. When she appeared from the dark kitchen, I was glad that Dio had left for a while.
Sasha was naked. She stood there looking as good as the first day I laid eyes on her. “I decided. I want to fuck.”
I pulled on the blunt then exhaled the smoke as I watched her stand there waiting for an answer. She knew I wasn’t going to turn her down, so I was confused as to why she didn’t come over here and hop on the dick. I glanced at my lap, then at her. She shook her head no. “Bet.”
I placed the blunt back in my mouth as I got up from the couch, pulled my shirt off, and stepped up to her. I ran my hand up her pussy lips so I could feel how wet she was and just like I thought; faucet. I took one arm, wrapped it under her ass, picked her up, and tossed her over my shoulders. If it weren’t for Dio, I would have fucked her where she stood. Instead, I carried her up the steps to my bedroom. Sasha was getting this dick tonight.
I kept glancing at the GPS to make sure I was going in the right direction. When Mars called me, I left the house as quickly as I could. I didn’t care about my birthday. All I cared about was being around her. Had I known it was her birthday I could have made the shit special for her but instead another nigga was doing it.
Turn Right.The GPS called out.
I knew I had messed up with her. I should have told her how I felt when I saw her, but the timing was off. Samara meant a lot to me, and I wasn’t losing her to another nigga. She felt like I only wanted to be her friend when, in fact, I wanted much more. Yeah, I put her on pause for Bianca, and now I was paying for it. When coming out of that coma, I knew then I wanted to be better for not only myself but her. I didn’t know how to explain it at the time, but I was ready now. I had always been about action, and although I was learning to grow up, I still believed actions speak louder than words.
Turn left.
When I pulled up to the neighborhood, I unlatched my seatbelt and sat up so I could see the address more clearly.You have arrived.I didn’t have to pull into the driveway because she was standing outside. I hopped out of the car and jogged over to her. “You good?”
Mars raised her eyes to me. “My birthday, your birthday. Dio, I—”
I placed my finger to her lips, “Let me get you back, and we can talk about it.”
I wanted to be as understanding as possible because sometimes it was hard for her to explain how she felt, and being in this atmosphere wasn’t it. We had some shit to talk about, and I didn’t want to do it here. I held my hand out for hers, “Come on.”
She took my hand, and there was that energy passing through us. Our eyes landed on each other. I said it before, I was in love with this girl, and there was no denying it.
“Ayo, Samara. You, ok?” the nigga came walking down the driveway.
“Nigga she good,” I told him.
