Page 28 of Keeping Busy
That must’ve been the right thing to say, because Busy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. “Oooh shit,Pudding. Don’t fuck around and make me forget we’re pretending up in here.”
Maddox
7
Heavy dropped us off at Mecca’s place after dinner. I noticed that once again, the first thing Mecca did when she entered her condo was to start working on removing those sky-high sandals.
“You got, like an aversion to high heels, but you stay wearing them.” I commented.
She looked at me and nodded like she didn’t understand my point. “High heels make my legs look good. They accentuate the calf muscles, and emphasize the curvature. They just hurt like hell.”
“Newsflash Pudding, you’ve got some sexy ass legs. You don’t need to torture yourself with twelve inch heels. Your legs would look sexy in high top Converse.”
She hit me with the million-dollar smile that I could definitely get used to, as she padded past me in her bare feet. “Thanks, Busy. Be right back.”
I made myself comfortable on her sofa until she returned, wearing black biker shorts and a cropped Hampton University t-shirt.
Fuck!I thought to myself. Why did she have to be so sexy? And why couldn’t my mind stop replaying what she’d told Miller at the restaurant.
“I’m too busy being his.”
I shook my head slightly to clear it and patted the sofa next to me. “Come sit down, and I’ll rub your feet. I know they hurt after those sandals.”
She sighed heavily, as she made her way over to the sofa and plopped down next to me. “I’m a dancer, my feet always hurt. Doesn’t matter if I’m wearing high heeled sandals or gym shoes.”
I pulled her right leg into my lap, trying not to get distracted by the silky smoothness of her honey colored skin. I wrapped my hands around her foot.
“When you hang up your cleats, you should follow your true calling and become a certified masseuse.” She practically moaned, which between her foot in my lap, how sexy she sounded and how relaxed she looked made me have to adjust myself, because my dick was trying to grow.
“Yo, there’s something I always wanted to ask you ever since we were shorties on the block.”
Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of me rubbing her foot, but she slowly peeled them open. “What’s that?” Her voice was raspy, choked with placidity.
“What the hell did you used to spend all that time talking to my grandmother about?”
Mecca’s body quivered with laughter.
“I’m not saying she was boring or anything,” I continued, “but you would be over there for hours and hours. I thought that was the weirdest shit when I was in high school.” I tapped her leg lightly, so she knew to put her right one down and give me her left one.
She placed her left leg in my lap. “Oh man, I was over there getting wisdom. Between your grandmother and Auntie Bo, I learned how to be a woman.”
Well, that shit was intriguing. “What do you mean?”
“They just poured into me. I could talk to them about anything. Anything. And I did. I think I told your grandmother when I lost my virginity.”
“Straight up? That’s weird, Pudding. I didn’t even tell her when I lost mine.”
She chuckled. “Your grandmother and Auntie Bo would listen and give advice, but they weren’t judgy. I’ve had a lot of messed up experiences in my life, and they walked me through all of that.”
“Like what? Or is it too personal?”
“Like why I decided to take up boxing. Everybody thinks I took it up, because I wanted sexy arms like Angela Bassett inWhat’s Love Got to Do with It, but I’m not that vain.”
“But you let people think that?”
“To be honest Busy, one of the biggest lessons your grandmother and my great aunt taught me is to not give no fucks about what people think. They can think what they wanna think. I used to suffer from nice-girl syndrome, like a lot of women do. I wanted people to think I’m nice, to like me. Now, I’m on some, take me as I am or kiss my ass...quick.”
“Why’d you take up boxing, Mecca?” It was more than curiosity. It was the perverse need for her to confide in me, to share things with me that she hadn’t shared with many people.
