Body and Soul by Erica Storm Page A

girlfriend. With Alexis validating that Wayne’s a gift to women, he became full of shit like a Christmas turkey, my mother would say.
    For the life of me I don’t know why I took an invitation to fly with them, on her brother’s private jet, to meet her brother who just came in from England or some place. He invited Alexis and Wayne to go skiing in Colorado at his lodge and cabin for the week, and Wayne didn’t want to leave alone so he suggested that I go with them.
    Or he was just trying to make sure he had his own private cook.  
    I’m glancing at them hugging and kissing in this small jet. They are making me want to puke. I’m wishing and hoping for that kind of relationship with someone, anyone. But that sexual thing they have going on is too much for me. I don’t understand the attraction.
    Not having had any sexual experiences because I was being guarded by my Pit Bull of a brother, until he found Alexis, and because of that, I didn’t even know how to kiss. Black men wanted you to be experienced. Maybe they had seen too many strippers and too many videos of women sucking dicks. I don’t know which, but when I finally went on a date, the guy got angry.
    “Fuck, Robin. You can’t even kiss. I know you can’t suck cock.”
    “Why would I want to suck your big black cock?” I asked frowning.
    “Because I need it to be sucked,” He says frowning at me. “That and cook for me.”
    “Have you lost it? I don’t cook for anyone or suck balls.” I didn’t cook for anyone but my brother, and that was ending, and I certainly wasn’t going to suck this guy’s balls or dick. He dropped me home and never text or called me again.
    One Sunday morning when Wayne and Alexis should have been out for a jog or going to church, I walked in on them and he was, well, doing what I called something unspeakable. She was tied to the bed and I thought Wayne was getting ready to torture her. I opened the door checking on them because I didn’t hear them when I entered. Usually I just cook and leave and head back to my dorm room, but I opened the door instead, and there Alexis was laid spread eagle across the sheets with nothing on, her hands and legs tied to the bed.
    Rushing over to untie her, Wayne comes out of the bathroom saying, “What the hell, Robin, can’t you knock first.” He has a large tube of lubricants in one hand and something rubber in the other which he hid behind his back.
    “I didn’t know anyone was home and anyway I was looking for a band aid.” I lied. I was just nosy. I wanted to take a look at all the designer clothes Alexis wore.
    That’s what I get for not knocking and being nosy. I made up the story. I just wanted to see their room. Their house was beautiful and Alexis wore beautiful clothing. I thought I would try on a few pieces before she came home. I couldn’t imagine that I ever would be able to afford clothes like she wore.
    “Get out. Can’t you see we’re working on something,” Wayne says his brow furrowed and his eyes hooded. He was angry. He didn’t want me to know that there was a life outside of school and the kitchen.
    Sure they were working on something and it wasn’t legal. She lay there with a ball in her mouth and trying to laugh and giggle. Alexis must have thought something was funny, but I didn’t see anything funny at all with letting Wayne do that to her.
    It’s not good to be sheltered and then see something like this. It could confuse a girl. I had never had a boyfriend and I couldn’t imagine that he would want to tie me up or was I missing something. Now that my mother is gone and Wayne was responsible for me or was I the responsible one. After seeing him naked, I didn’t want to look at him again. It was just too unsettling so I explained to him that he would have to get Alexis to cook or eat out because I wasn’t going to do it anymore.
    Wayne gave me his old apartment when he moved in with Alexis, and now I live alone, but I get a visit from him