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

Dallas got the balls to call and confront me. I was curious what Loren had told her about Troy. Now I understood why Loren came to Detroit in the first place—to get some shit started.
    It disturbed me that Loren had gone back and fed Dallas a bunch of lies because it didn’t make any damn sense. I guess I needed closure, so I called Loren to put an end to the nonsense.
    “Hey, Quel,” she said after realizing it was me.
    “Hi, Loren. What’s up with the shit you told Dallas?” I asked.
    “What are you talking about, Quel?” she asked.
    “Dallas called and told me all the things you said,” I informed her.
    “Quel, you know I can’t stand that bitch Dallas. I haven’t spoken to her in a month, since I’ve been back,” Loren replied.
    “Well you spoke to someone who attempted to recap a conversation we had and regurgitate it to Dallas.”
    Loren apologized. She said she’d mentioned to her girl Tania, a mutual friend of Dallas, that I was tired of Dallas and her shit. Tania thought Dallas was an angel and did no wrong, so Loren saw an opportunity to sway Tania by telling her about some of the shit Dallas had done to me.
    The only thing I mentioned about Dallas was how she set my Bible on fire and lied when we were in college.
    “Loren, you can stop apologizing. Just the fact that you repeated anything I said let’s me know I can’t fuck with you.”
    “Quel, it isn’t like that. I really like you. I’m going to call Tania right now and check that bitch,” Loren replied.
    “Do what you need to, but lose my number.”
     
    • • •
    Troy had called while I was cursing Dallas. I was tired of talking on the damn phone, but needed to call him back. His message indicated it was urgent.
    “Hi, Troy.”
    “Hey, girlfriend. What’s good?” he asked.
    “Same shit, different day.”
    “Yo, I called to tell you to stay away from that dyke who came out there,” he said.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “That chick, I don’t know her name, but you met her through Dallas,” he replied.
    “Loren?”
    “Yeah, I think that’s what Dallas said. She just flew out there, right?” he asked.
    “Yes, she did.”
    I had mixed feelings about Troy keeping in touch with Dallas. He always complained how he didn’t want to talk to her and she wouldn’t take the hint and stop calling, but for some reason or other they continued having discussions.
    “She’s trying to set you up,” he said.
    “Troy, what are you talking about? I just told her ass not to call me again. You’ve been speaking to Dallas, why?”
    “Yes. She called me with some bullshit about how you had been talking about her to this girl. I told her she needed to think about what she was saying and she would realize that didn’t make any damn sense. The two of you have been friends for too long for the foolishness she was ranting about.” Troy said Loren was a lesbian and she’d fucked Dallas. Loren was trying to make her jealous and thought she could turn me out. Evidently, she was bisexual because she’d been dating dude who played ball in Miami from what she told me.
    “What are you saying, Troy?”
    “You heard correct. She’s trying to fuck you. She’s planning to invite you out to Miami, and if you go, her and this butch bitch who lives out there are planning to turn your ass out,” Troy said.
    When Troy mentioned Miami, I knew he wasn’t lying. Loren had already asked me to travel with her to Miami and we’d made arrangements that I didn’t intend to keep. Now, I understood that comment she made about her girlfriend Charla who lived in Miami, saying she was the male version of herself.
    “You gotta be kidding. That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard.”
    “Girl, you have to watch these New Yorkers. You can’t be slipping. Too many people out here scamming,” he said.
    Troy had me questioning his motives too. For all I knew, he was fucking Dallas and playing with both of us.
    “Thanks for the information, Troy.