Sister gumbo, p.22
Sister Gumbo, page 22
BIANCA, THIRTY-SOMETHING
“I just had my first orgasm with a man last year, and I’m in my early thirties. I thought something might be wrong with me, so I asked my mother. I can talk to her about everything. She told me, ‘Bianca, baby, some women never reach an orgasm and some women don’t reach them until they get older because it’s not always easy to have an orgasm with a man. If his body isn’t touching yours in exactly the right spot at exactly the right time, it just doesn’t happen and most men don’t even know when and where to touch you. That’s why you have to tell them most of the time.’
“I was so disappointed to hear that because I think that’s why some women don’t want to have sex. The men are getting all the thrills. They do all this talking like they know so much about our bodies, but without instructions, most of them couldn’t make a woman have an orgasm if you paid them.
“I even talked to my doctor about it and told her it was hard for me to have an orgasm during intercourse. She said that a lot of times, because women are doing so much these days, when they have sex their body is there but their mind isn’t, so it’s hard for them to relax enough to have an orgasm. She said a woman’s clitoris is very much connected to her mind. If the two don’t connect, and your man is not moving in the right spot, you’re not going to get yours.
“Now that would be a good subject for a book. But you know men hate to ask for directions, so they probably wouldn’t even read it.”
CATFISH FRY
6 (¾–1 pound) farm-raised catfish fillets
1 cup buttermilk
1½ to 2 tablespoons salt
1 tablespoon pepper
1½ cups self-rising cornmeal
½ cup self-rising flour
1½ to 2 quarts peanut oil
Make shallow diagonal cuts 2 inches apart in thickest portion of sides of fish. Place in large shallow dish.
Combine buttermilk, salt, and pepper; pour over fish. Cover and marinate in refrigerator at least 8 hours, turning fish fillets occasionally.
Remove fish from marinade, discarding marinade.
Combine cornmeal and flour. Dredge fish in cornmeal mixture, coating fillets completely.
Pour peanut oil to depth of 1½ inches into a large deep skillet; heat oil. Fry fish, two at a time, about 6 minutes or until golden. Drain well on paper towels. Repeat procedure with remaining fish. Serve immediately. Yield: 6 servings.
MOST EROTIC
LADY, FORTY-SOMETHING
“My most erotic experience was with the man I dated just before I met my husband. I’d gone out of town on business for a week and we’d had a little disagreement before I left. Both of us were being stubborn, but he finally called me about three days before I was scheduled to come home, and after we talked and worked out our differences, he said he’d pick me up when I got back.
“The day I was to return home, the weather was bad so I had to take a later flight and that irritated me to no end. You know how it is when you’re away from home and all you can think about is getting back to your own bed. When I called to tell him what had happened, he told me to calm down, be patient, get something to read, and he’d make things nice for me when I got home. I didn’t put much thought into his comment about making things nice, I figured he was just going to pick me up and take me to a nice hotel so we could get busy without having to worry about my daughter interrupting.
“I got in at around 8:00 P.M., tired as hell, and all I wanted to do was go straight home but he insisted that we go to dinner so that he could at least feed me, and I was hungry so I agreed. We went to one of our favorite spots, The Cheesecake Factory, and I had the herb crusted filet of salmon which was delicious, and of course I had to order some dessert to go so I ordered the chocolate pecan turtle cheesecake.
“By the time we finished eating and having a few drinks, I was ready to go to bed but he said he had one more thing to show me. Since he’d been so sweet, I didn’t want to ruin everything by complaining about how tired I was, but when he pulled up to the Westin hotel, I was like, ‘What the hell?’ He looked at me and smiled and said, ‘Come on, baby, just work with me.’
“He already had the key so we went straight up to the room, and when he opened the door all I could see were rose petals and candles everywhere. It was beautiful and I was grinning from ear to ear. I walked in, put my purse down and kicked off my shoes, and before I could take another step or say a word he pulled me to him and kissed me. It was one of those deep, passionate kisses that make your knees weak and your panties wet, and I suddenly forgot all about being tired.
“He led me to the bed where the covers had already been turned down. There were rose petals all over the sheets and pillows, and the air was filled with the scent of roses and vanilla-scented candles. It was so lovely and touching that I wanted to cry but he pulled me down on the bed and started kissing me again while removing my clothing, and I just closed my eyes and gave in to him. I felt like I was in a dream, but then I realized he was getting up and my panties were still on. When I opened my eyes, he was standing there smiling at me and looking at me like he’d never seen me undressed before.
“Just when I thought he was going to take my panties off, he got up and told me to move up on the bed, and he placed all the pillows behind my back except one, which he placed under my butt. Then he went back to the foot of the bed and began to kiss my feet, my ankles, my calves, and as he laid himself down onto the bed, he gently pushed my legs apart, and licked and sucked the insides of my thighs, all the way up to my, crotch.
“My panties were so wet that I could feel the moisture on the pillow beneath me, so I attempted to pull them off but he said, ‘Be still, baby, I don’t want them off yet. You know how much I like it when your panties get wet, but just give me a few more minutes.’ Before I could respond, he’d begun licking again, this time around the outline of my panties. Then he said, ‘Damn, your pussy smells so good. Are you ready?’
“But once again, he didn’t give me time to respond before he pushed my right leg up so that my foot was off the bed, grabbed the elastic on my panties and pulled them to the side, and slid his tongue and fingers inside me and started sucking and licking like a starved animal. I was moaning so loud that I thought for sure they’d put us out of the hotel, but I couldn’t help it, and the more I moaned, the better he made it feel. I was holding on to the back of his head so tight that I thought he’d suffocate, but it didn’t stop him at all.
“After he’d got me off, he flipped me over and put another pillow under my hips, and then entered me from the back. I got wet all over again, but he still didn’t come until we’d made love for about two hours, fast and then slow, in every position he and I could think of. When we finished, we just lay there exhausted. Then he sat up and said, ‘Oh, I have another little surprise for you.’
“He got up out of the bed and headed for the small refrigerator. When he pulled out a pint of Häagen-Dazs Vanilla Bean ice cream, I burst out laughing. He laughed too and said, ‘I meant to feed you your dessert before I ate you for mine, but once I started kissing you and tasting you on my fingers I totally forgot.’ Then this beautiful man, naked and as fine as he could be with his six-foot three-inch, muscular, bowlegged, chocolate black self, proceeded to feed me that ice cream and used his tongue as my napkin to catch anything I missed.
“Now, for anyone who has never slept on one of those ‘Heavenly Beds’ at the Westin, let me tell you that it is indeed heavenly and you need to go experience it as soon as you possibly can. Lying in that bed felt like what I imagine clouds would feel like if you could sleep on them. As a matter of fact, I ordered a king-sized heavenly mattress set for my bedroom that next day, and every time I climb into it I remember that night. Ooooh, baby, what a way to be treated. It was just wonderful.”
PORSCHE, THIRTY-SOMETHING
“I’ve told my boyfriend so many things about me that I know he wouldn’t want to be with me on a permanent basis,” said Porsche, sipping on her wine. “I even told him about the time I pledged with my sorority. Don’t look at me like that. I know I’m not supposed to reveal my sorority secrets but that was so long ago.
“One of the things we had to do to prove our sisterhood was make love with another woman.” I guess the shock was all over my face because Porsche bucked her eyes at me mockingly, even though she didn’t appear to be embarrassed at all. “Yes, I’ve been with women just like I’ve been with men and I’m not saying I enjoyed the experience, but I’ve done it. They told us we were supposed to love our line sisters the way we loved ourselves, but in hindsight I think they were just being freaky because they knew they could get away with it. I’m not a lesbian or anything; it was just part of hell week. The whole line participated. It was one big female orgy.
“We all got high first, so there was no emotion involved, just pure sex. I didn’t touch anybody’s coochie, but I saw others who did. I remember kissing and massaging my roommate’s breasts and we both got a real rush from that, but that’s as far as it went for me. All I can say from that experience is that you shouldn’t knock anything before you try it. When I did tell my boyfriend about it he wasn’t even shocked. All he said was, ‘Damn, I wish I could’ve seen that. Maybe I should call your old roommate up and find out a few more ways to please you.’
“See, that’s the reason I don’t have time for no man under thirty. Think about it. Even if it’s just a plain old physical relationship, most men between the age of twenty-one and thirty haven’t realized that they’re in it to please you. They’re still in it to please themselves. You get a man who’s about thirty-five or older, he’s already learned that his dick don’t get as hard as he’d like it to get, and when it does it don’t stay that way all night, so he’s in it to please you.”
EBONI, FORTY-SOMETHING
“Me and a guy I was seeing were on our way home from a dance one night when all of a sudden it started to storm. Now, I don’t know what it is, but for some reason thunder, lightning, and hard rain make me feel sexy.” Eboni paused for emphasis and crossed her legs. “So, we drove to a secluded area, parked, and started to make love, but I felt like I just wasn’t getting all of him like I wanted to. I said, ‘Forget this. Let’s get out of the car.’
“Honey, I came out of my dress, kicked off my heels, and we got out there in the rain, buck naked on the side of the road. My feet were muddy and my hair was soaking wet, but I had a fresh perm so I wasn’t worried. I got on my knees and took care of business, then he put me on the hood of the car and we screwed for a while in all that rain. It passed through my mind that the police or anybody could catch us out there, but it was so good I didn’t give a damn. That was the best come I ever had.
“I didn’t get pneumonia, but I did catch a cold that had me coughing off and on for a week. I swear, every time I coughed it made me think about how good that brother was banging me on top of his hood and I got horny all over again.”
GIOVANNI, FORTY-SOMETHING
“Growing up in a family that had lots of money, I always had to be the perfect little lady. I’m originally from Atlanta, and my grandfather owned the first and only chain of black bookstores in town, which he passed down to my father, so my family was well known. The only bad thing about that was I couldn’t do anything without my parents finding out, sometimes before I even got home.
“If I wasn’t at church I was in charm school or tap dance lessons—always something to do to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. But I also had the benefit of attending an all-black private school, and I received a two-seater Mercedes as a birthday gift when I turned seventeen. Now that I think back on it, I really couldn’t complain. But you know how it is when you’re young. You feel like you’re being bored to death while the other girls you know are having fun because you’re looking from the outside in. I didn’t seem to be having much fun at all so I was constantly complaining.
“I guess my parents trusted me, but by the time my father got through lecturing me on my way out the door, I almost didn’t want to go anywhere.” Giovanni stood at attention. “To this day I can distinctly hear him saying, ‘Giovanni, remember that when you walk out of this house you are representing your family. Don’t go out there and do anything that would embarrass us or yourself because if you do people won’t ever let you live it down.’
“I always felt like I was living in an aquarium or something, so I really didn’t get to have much fun with boys when I was growing up. I vowed that when I left home I was going to do whatever I pleased to make up for all the fun I’d missed as a teenager.
“My first year in college, I decided not to go home for spring break. My girlfriend and me went to Jamaica instead. Hell, I had the money in my expense account and my parents thought I was going to Cancún with the rest of the college kids, so they didn’t complain. Well, we were on the beach hanging out the first night there, and I met the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He had dark green eyes, skin the color of a caramel apple, and I got hot just listening to him talk.
“So, I decided, that I would try to have sex with him sometime during the next week. This was my chance to do something I never had the opportunity to do: be promiscuous and enjoy it without worrying about someone telling my daddy.
“It turned out he was actually from Jamaica, but had left to attend college in New York, and was home only during spring break himself. His family lived about an hour away from the hotel, but his older brother lived and worked at the hotel, so he was staying with him for the week.
“We sat there on the beach and talked until it was pretty late, and then he asked me if I’d like to come to his brother’s room for a drink. At first I was thinking, ‘I do not know this man, and his brother might be up there waiting for him to bring some innocent girl up there so they can run a train or something. I don’t have any business going to his room.’ I asked him if he was sure his brother wouldn’t mind, but it turned out his brother had just left for work and wouldn’t be home until early the next morning. So I gave my girlfriend the room number. She was running her mouth with some guy she’d just met. Off we went to his room with me thinking I was all grown-up and that nothing would happen that I couldn’t handle.
“By the time we got there, the crotch of my swimsuit was soaked. His brother actually had a suite, which was nice because we could go into the bedroom and close the door. He fixed me a drink, and we’d barely closed the door before he was all over me. He was working his way down my body but I’d been swimming in the ocean, so I didn’t feel clean. So he said he’d wash me and we got into the shower and he washed me from head to toe with nothing but soap and his hands. I wanted to pass out because his hands on my body felt so good, especially when he moved them between my legs, but then I got scared because I was thinking, ‘How could a girl like me be doing something like this? What if my parents found out? Hell, what if his brother walked in on us.’
“After he got through washing me and drying me off, he laid me on the bed and kissed me again. Then he looked right into my eyes and said, ‘Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, and I won’t go anywhere you don’t invite me. But I want you to know I intend to please you completely. If I’m too rough, I want you to stop me, and if I’m not rough enough I want you to tell me. If there’s anything you would like me to do, let me know. I don’t expect you to do anything other than open yourself up to me unless you absolutely want to. I’ll do the rest.’
“All I could do was shake my big head up and down like a dog in a window, and before I could even think of a response he’d slipped on a condom and was already inside me. And I do mean inside me because the brother was filling every spot I had, even the ones I didn’t know I had. Even though I should have been nervous, I wasn’t because he was kissing me and touching me like he knew me.
“He told me everything I wanted to hear, kissed me everywhere I wanted to be kissed, sucked my fingers, my lips, my earlobes, and everything else I had that could be sucked. He must have stayed hard for at least two hours before he finally came. And when he did, he held me and kissed me and said my name, ‘Umm, Giovanni … Giovanni … where did your mama get you from, girl?’ Whew. I gotta stop. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.
“If I would’ve stayed with him I’d have a house full of babies by now. That man knew how to make love. He did it like it was something he’d studied. I mean, I haven’t been with David for twenty-one years for nothing. He’s a great lover. He just doesn’t move like that man did. Lord have mercy, I don’t know of any other man who moved like that. I wonder where he is now.” Giovanni sighed deeply.
“I spent every day with him the rest of that week. There was no way he was going to make me feel that good and leave me hanging for five more days. That was the best sex I have ever had, seriously. We tried to stay in touch when we went back to school, but with me in Texas and him in New York, it was just too expensive. We probably wrote and called each other for about six months after we got back to school, but we both had busy schedules and too many other things going on. Somehow we just stopped communicating. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
“Anyway, I started dating a guy about a week after I got back to school who was really nice and he was a good lover, too. He wasn’t no Jamaican, but he was pretty good. Our relationship got pretty serious so I didn’t dare go back to Jamaica for spring break that following year because I know I would’ve got turned out for real. Besides, I didn’t need to go back to Jamaica a second time like Stella. I got my groove back the first time I went.”
MACY, FIFTY-SOMETHING
“The most erotic sex I ever had was in a swimming pool at a hotel. Me and my boyfriend were spending the weekend at a little private resort in Palm Springs, and he wanted to go to the pool at about one in the morning when there was no one else around. Now, I’m fifty and he’s thirty-eight so you must understand that his energy level is a little higher than mine. I thought we were in for the night after dancing for two hours straight, but he said he wanted to show me something, so I put on my little leopard-print swimsuit, the one I bought specially for this trip, and pranced out to the pool on his arm. Thank God the lights in the pool weren’t on.
