Dr. Feelgood (15 page)

Love came up to me, talking to me from behind. “Mommy, can you read us a story?”

I turned around. “Now, it’s past your bedtime. That TV program you were watching took up your story time.”

“Hi, cutie,” Stardust said to her.

“Hello,” Love said, turning around with hurt written all over her face as she walked away.

“I can read them a story.”

I shook my head. “Oh, no. They need to know that nine o’clock means lights out.”

“Oh, Georgia, then why don’t you go ahead and read them a quick one. I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll be right here.” She pointed to my crushed velvet sofa. “I brought some Moose Head beer. I’ll just be sucking on a bottle and flipping through the stations.”

I handed her the remote. “Okay, well, I’ll be right back.” I headed toward the girls’ room.

“The beers and I will be waiting,” I heard her say as I walked.

Damn, that lady is fine.

“Okay there, little ladies, what do you want to read?”

One spoke and then the other. “The Barney book. The Good Night book.”

“We’ll read both. Now get under the covers.”

I later kissed and hugged the girls good night just before they dozed, and closed the door, heading back to my guest.

By the time eleven-thirty rolled around, the living room was dark and my bedroom door was locked. Flickering toffee-scented candlelight was all that illuminated my room. And the mirrored reflection of us, together, in my bed, lying side-by-side, looked sensual and beautiful.

I’d gotten used to the feel and touch of someone who looked like me. At first, it bothered me to see two heads with long hair, face-to-face, or two pelvic areas grinding without a penis, or two torsos rubbing against each other with four breasts hanging. Her skin matched mine in color, kind of a Hershey tone, and our legs were thick. Almost heavy. Hers are much longer than mine. Our shapes matched, hair color, nail color,
C
-shaped rear ends, tiny waists, wide hips, etc. It was like I was lying with myself. But, I couldn’t have done to myself what Stardust did to me.

“What is that?” I asked as I felt the front of her body up against the back of mine. We spooned and grinded, but a hardness approached my wetness and pulled out and then back in a little bit more. It felt stiff and narrow and long and cool, and it felt damn good.

“Reach back and feel it, baby.”

My right hand traveled over my right butt cheek and then in between. The immediate touch answered the question. It was the danggonned beer bottle.

“Turn on over to your back, Georgia. You’ve got a head-to-toe tongue bath coming.” She pulled the green bottle out as I gave her a look
like she was creative, yet stone nuts. “Lie back and relax.”

I scooted to the middle of the bed and spread my legs. She positioned herself to face my middle and spread me apart with her left hand, inserting the glass beer bottle with her right. And all the while she licked my point and kissed my point, and slobbered on my point, and played with my point until the thrust of the bottle and the feel of her wet mouth sent me into ecstasy. I closed my eyes and imagined how Makkai would be reacting if he were me and she was sucking his dick like she was sucking on my clit, or how fast he would cum if he were watching us.

Then, a rush hit my butt muscles. I grinded along with her movement, and my heartbeat flopped at light speed. Before I knew it I was forcing myself to not yell out her name. What if the girls knew that Mom was letting a lady lick her up and down? That would not be a good thing. She kept at it, even after I spewed my throb her way, torturing me on the heels of a fading orgasm until another one hit and then subsided. She put the
M
in multiple. My toes curled and flexed. She looked up at me and came up to kiss me on the mouth. Her lips were soft and wet, and her breath smelled like me. She smiled.

She stood up only to bend over so that her ass was in the air. I stood up and got behind her, watching my mirrored image grind alongside her plump backside. It was the motion a man would make if he had been preparing to enter her. But, I had nothing but my mound to grind her with.

“Next time, I’ll bring my strap-on,” she promised me.

“You’ll have to show me that. I wouldn’t begin to know how.”

“You’ll get it. If it’s been done to you enough, you’ll surely know how to give it.”

“If you say so.” I prepared to bend down and tongue tickle her from behind, when I felt a warm rush from my inner thigh down the inside of my leg. I stuck my middle finger inside of me at the same time as she moaned in anticipation of my lips. I was bleeding.

“O
h damn.”

Makkai pulled out of me, and his eyes bugged the size of ice cubes. He looked like he had seen a ghost, or at least the ghost of a condom. The invisible condom. It was gone.

“What?”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“What?”

“The condom is gone.” He looked in between my legs and all under the percale bedsheets.

I probed my insides and felt it. “It’s inside of me. I thought it was mighty wet, but I thought it was me.”

“Well, it wasn’t. It was me.” He was breathing hard.

“Calm down.”

He stood up and talked with his hands. “Monday, I came inside of you.”

I reached over beside the bed and nursed a warm glass of straight Hennessey. “And? I don’t
know why you wear those so tough anyway. It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

“How do you know? And that’s not the only reason.”

“I guarantee you. I don’t have anything.”

“How do you know I don’t?”

“You’re a doctor.”

“And doctors can get HIV and other diseases, too, Monday. Don’t just lie there, get that condom out of you.” He stepped into his black boxers and snatched his pants from the wicker chair.

“Makkai, calm down.”

“Get it out of you.”

“I will.” I lay back on the massive hotel bed.

“When was your last period?”

“I haven’t had a period in months. My mother went through menopause at forty-five. I’m just about there,” I said, finally stepping away from the bed toward the bathroom. But, not before I finished off my drink.

“I’ve gotta go anyway.”

“Why do we always come to this hotel, Makkai? When are you going to invite me over?” I spoke loudly as I ran warm water and soap on a white washcloth.

“Soon. When are you gonna invite me over?”

I bent down and inserted my middle fingers to remove the filled condom and tossed it into the trash. “Soon.”

“I’ll call you later,” he said tensely, disappearing before I came back out.

I lay back down after Makkai left, as naked as I was the day I came into the world. This man felt
good inside of me, but so had a lot of other men in my life. He was right. Sleeping with him would mean that a woman should protect herself mentally and physically, because he got around. But, so did I. And he was good. But, so was I. It just seemed that once we’d done it with a condom for a while and even got tested, that eventually we would just see what it felt like bare. Well, I guess I did just see what it felt like bare. It did feel pretty intense. I knew something was different.

As much as I don’t give a damn about having my own man and settling down, there was something that seemed very comfortable when I was with Makkai. It was like we were connected in a way, kinda like soul mates, but it was something perhaps even more than that. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. And on top of that, for some reason, deep down I really didn’t seem to like him very much. Just liked the way he made me feel. And, he was very, very generous.

Since Makkai had paid for the whole night at the Los Angeles Hilton, I decided to stay. I mean, why waste his money? I got dressed and headed out to get my dog, Soul, came back and used the fifty Makkai gave me to order room service. I laid up and watched
Casino
and
Scarface.
Loved me some DeNiro and Pacino. By midnight I still hadn’t really showered to completely wash Makkai off of me. I could still smell his manly aroma. I just laid back, enjoying the pillow-top mattress. My dog was curled up at the foot of the bed, knocked out, in the lap of luxury.

“Hello.” I spoke into my cell.

“Hey. What do you say you come on by?” His voice dragged.

“No thanks.” I turned from my back to my side. “I’m in bed already.”

His tone was dirty. “Just where I want to be with you. Look, I’ll make it worth your while”

I yawned. “No thanks, Paul. I’m in for the night.”

His tone dropped. “If you say so.”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Maybe. Good night.”

I’m perfectly content staying right here. Kinda hard to get with that old geezer now, no matter what he was willing to hand over today. Especially after Makkai Worthy put a hurtin’ on me but good.

“M
ary Jane, you are one fine lady.”

I broke down after at least four phone calls per day and tons of good morning emails over the past two months. Carlos talked me into meeting him for dinner at Dem Bones. The rib joint tripped me out because it was the most ghetto rib joint I’d ever seen, yet it was in a white neighborhood. The bench tables were covered by red and white gingham tablecloths. The floor was scattered with sawdust. It kinda looked westerny. And the smoky, mesquite-smelling place was packed. B.B. King songs served as background music.

“Thanks, Carlos.”

“May I take your order?” The waitress stood by with pencil and pad.

Carlos said to me, “I like the red-hot ones, but if you don’t do hot, they’ve got a few types of sauces. Just get what you want and enjoy yourself.”

I spoke while still eyeing the menu. “I’ll try the teriyaki honey pork ribs, with baked beans and potato salad,” I told the young girl.

“And you, sir?” she asked Carlos.

“The same sides, just give me the hottest ones you’ve got.”

“Yes, sir.” She took the menus. “That’ll be the fire engine red hots.”

“Sounds appropriate. And to drink, give me a Dos Equis. Do you want anything to drink?” Carlos asked me.

“Just lemonade please.”

The waitress smiled and scribbled quickly. “Okay.”

“Thanks,” we said in unison.

As she stepped away, he gave my face his full attention as he spoke. His trimmed moustache outlined his lips perfectly. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually here with you. You finally gave in and made time for me. I was about to show up at your job on all fours with my tongue to my chest.”

I crossed my arms. “There you go again.”

“Now, I didn’t mean that in a sexual way. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So, how’s work anyway?” He took off his jean jacket, exposing his muscular shoulders and arms under a black T-shirt.

“I love my job. Work is fine.”

“That’s saying a lot. I work with a bunch of knuckleheads.”

“Where’s your office located?” I asked, glancing between his face and his hunky chest.

“In Long Beach.”

“And how many hospitals do you service?”

The waitress set down our drinks as he replied,
“All of the Kaisers, and Cedars, and a couple in the Valley.”

“At least you get to be out and about.”

“That’s the cool part of it for sure. So, what do you like best about your job?”

I put the straw in my glass of lemonade. “Just helping people. Seeing them get well.”

“And you work with cool folks. Like wild-ass Makkai, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s cool.”

“You two are friends?”

I took a sip, eyeing him. “We work together.”

He swigged his cold brewski from the bottle and swallowed. “Knowing him, it’s more than that.”

“Like I said, he’s cool.”

He talked as though he were a tattletale. “That boy was a hoe from way back when we were in college. Sometimes, he’d get lovin’ three times a day, by three different women. They loved Makkai. He was very popular. And good-looking.”

“Yes, he is. Both of you are.”

“Well, thank you.”

I swirled the straw around the crushed ice. “I’m sure you had your share of ladies, too.”

He gulped another mouthful. “Like I said, I was internationally known as the man with twelve inches.”

There he goes again. He just can’t stop. “Sounds painful.”

“Not if you relax.”

“Okay. You say so.” So fine yet so darn cocky.

“So many women try to scoot. Like I said, you’ve just gotta relax.”

I simply eyed him. “Carlos, why are we talking about your penis again?”

“I’m sorry. I do need to stop that.”

“Is there any other part of you that you’d like to tell me about, like about your mind and heart and things like that?”

“Okay, I got you. I have an eight-year-old son who lives with his mother in Miami. I see him once a month. I make sure to do that. I talk to my mother and father on the phone every day. They live in Miami, too, and my mom is very close with my son’s mom. I was on the honor roll throughout most of my academic experience at USC. I have a dog named Bullet. He’s a Labrador. I like oldies but goodies, but can get down with some rap, too. Love to rent those black exploitation films, like …”

“Like what?”

“I was gonna say.”

“Like Dolomite, huh?”

“You said it.”

How did I know? Saved by the huge platters of ribs, we ate and talked and laughed long after we finished eating every bite, along with two slices of blueberry white chocolate pound cake. The waitress started looking at us funny like we were hogging the table. And we were.

Carlos asked, “What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”

“I thought we could go dancing at La Marina near the beach on Culver. It’s a tiny spot but they play great music.”

“I’ll follow you.”

We arrived, and he was right. The dance floor
was as big as my living room, but the jams were so right. We ordered more drinks and sat at a little corner table, watching the many different ages and races of folks as they crowded onto the dance floor when the DJ played
“Jungle Love”
by Morris Day and the Time. Carlos sprang to his feet and grabbed my hand. I followed him, bouncing and shaking my booty to the beat while we walked.