When she entered her room, Jessica was in the corner, grinning mischievously on the phone. Alice figured she was sending texts to her son.
Alice ignored her, not bothering to change, collapsing on the bed. “Where were you?” Jessica asked.
“Saying goodbye to Ulysses.”
“Cool. Well I’m heading to bed a little early, unless you wanted to go do something.”
“No, I’m fine, I’m exhausted,” Alice replied. She rolled over and tried to go to sleep, her mind spinning through the events of the past week.
The next morning Alice said goodbye to Jessica at the airport. She never mentioned or questioned those texts and images she saw on her phone. Jessica told her she’d see her on the chat program their company uses in a few days. Alice smiled politely and made her way to her gate.
****
It was a week after Alice returned home. It was raining in Miami and she was watching the downpour from the couch in her living room. Angela had been calling her several times over the past few days. Alice ignored each call. Finally, she caved, deciding that her sister may start to worry.
Angela rose up, naked, stretching and yawning. She looked around Rodney’s apartment living room, seeing him and his brother – a black man of equally huge stature – lying in the middle surrounded by eight other white women. All were naked; all were cuddled up to the two black men, or with each other.
Angela stepped over the sleeping bodies of black men and white women, grabbed her phone and called her sister.
“How was the trip?” Angela asked.
“Fine.”
“You meet any hot guys?”
“Nope. It was pretty boring,” Alice answered.
“Well, if you’re bored, you should come out with us tonight. We need a tenth.”
“A tenth?”
“Yeah there are nine white women for two black men. If we had one more woman, each guy would get five women as their dates,” Angela said.
Alice paused, closing her eyes, shaking her head. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Please? We’ll all have fun.”
“No thanks.”
“Well if you change your mind, give me, or Rodney a call. You still have his number?” Angela asked.
Alice had forgotten all about it, “Yeah. But I’m – ”
“Well give him a call! He thought you were hot!” Angela interrupted Alice.
“I gotta go. We’ll talk later,” Alice said, quickly ending the call.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, reaching for her purse, rummaging through it, she found Rodney’s number on a small piece of paper.
Alice thought about the dreams she had. She saw herself choking on Rodney’s cock, looking up to his smug grin. She saw herself bouncing up and down on it, while Rodney looked on, occasionally slapping her ass, encouraging her to “ride that black dick.” Alice picture herself going off of birth control and Rodney’s semen filling her womb making her pregnant. She saw a future child, raising it on her own, with zero help from the father – Rodney. Her career would suffer, her dating life would suffer, and she would struggle to provide for the child.
She remembered the dream where Ulysses proposed to her. Alice smiled, thinking about what could’ve been with him but wasn’t meant to be. She thought about how amazing he was, not just for a black man, but for a man in general. She knew that if she met someone like Ulysses again, black or white, she would pace herself – not fall head over heels for him. Whatever race he was, they would take it slow, getting to know one another. Alice told herself she would never date the type of men Angela hung out with.
Making her way to her bedroom, she wondered how to deal with the loneliness in the meantime. She thought, removing her t-shirt and shorts. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll call Rodney, just once. Just one time.”
She opened her top drawer, pulling out a dildo, “Maybe it’ll be fun.”
Tossing the dildo to her bed, she picked up the piece of paper once more; running her thumb over Rodney’s number, smiling.
Alice tore the paper into several small pieces and threw it away. She joined her dildo on the bed.
The end.
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