Free Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale by Naija Page A

comfort from a man that most little girls get from their daddy wasn’t afforded to you.”
    “I’m not addicted to sex, and I’m not looking for a man to be my daddy.” Kevin often angered me during our sessions. I respected his talent, but I felt he misunderstood me. He always managed to incorporate my absentee father into my sexual appetite, faulting the deficiency for my promiscuity.
    When I was born, a veil covered my face. From a scientific approach, it was just a thin layer of the fetal membrane. Traditionally, it was believed to allow one to see spirits and have some sort of psychic ability. Naturally, my experience in seeing the dead led me to believe the latter was correct.
    It wasn’t my style to divulge myself personally. It took a lot of hours and long nights before I relaxed and felt comfortable speaking with Kevin, and even though we disagree, I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my problems. This is why I rarely got close to people, including men. Yeah, I got close to them physically, but mentally, I didn’t care about most of the men I fucked, and Kevin was wrong, I just used those niggas the same way they exploited females, it had nothing to do with my father.
     
    • • •
    I spent the next month engrossed in my work. I was seeing patients during the day and doing freelance graphic design work at night. My excitement that Troy was coming the following month continued to be reinforced as each day passed. I was now marking the days off the calendar.
    I’d pulled back from Dorian. He’d been asking about Loren since she left. As far as I was concerned, she was one more thing he was hiding. I think they may have fucked before she went home. He had her phone number, she wasn’t staying with me, and he was certainly acting suspect. I also didn’t want Dorian thinking he was getting any pussy, because it was on reserve in anticipation of Troy’s visit.
    Just as the thought crossed my mind about Loren, Dallas rang the phone. I’d told her not to call me again. She just didn’t listen. I answered the phone with an attitude, but was hardly prepared for her response.
    “What the fuck did you say about me to Loren?” she asked.
    “Who the fuck you talking to like that?”
    “You,” she exclaimed.
    “That shit you smoked this morning got your ass thinking you bad. I’ve told you not to call me again, but since you did, I didn’t say shit about your grimy ass to Loren. She did the honors, telling me your ass was pregnant twice by that dope dealer on your block who was beating your ass and giving you some of his supply, how you were pregnant when I came to visit, and how you played your friend Tiffany, trying to fuck her man in her crib. Don’t get me started on how you exposed your titties to Loren, showing her some tiny hairs that protruded from your nasty-ass breasts.”
    “What are you talking about? She came back telling me you were talking about me,” Dallas said.
    “First of all, whatever shit the two of you are trying to pull, it isn’t working. You gave that bitch my number. You tell so many people your business, you don’t even know who said what when the shit circles back and hits you in the face.”
    Dallas listened intently as I told her about Loren’s allegations. Apparently, I had hit a sore spot.
    “Loren also told me how you came on to her after taking a shower. The whole time she was telling me the shit, I didn’t have a goddamn thing to say because after you crossed me, I knew you were scandalous.”
    Dallas was on the other end of the receiver dead silent. I knew Loren wasn’t lying. Troy had said the same shit about her hairy-ass chest. Finally Dallas said, “I can’t believe she said those things.”
    “Believe it, bitch.”
    Loren was foul for flipping the script and telling Dallas I said those things. I was ready to fly to New York and kick both of their asses. I knew she didn’t like Dallas, but never expected her to stir up this type of drama, the kind where