She went on, warming to her subject. “So when Lily marries Ted, when he makes it to the NBA, she’ll know how to hold him down with her pussy-popping skills, Chile…

"He’s her meal ticket. You know she put holes in the condoms so she can get pregnant and be set for life. Who wants to live in the projects forever?”

“I feel you. But I don’t know about having a man’s baby just to hold on to him. I don’t believe in being deceitful. Eventually it blows up in your face.”

I could have been talking to a pig. Oink, oink, oink, oink. Nothing I said registered in her brain.

She picked up the red dress and held it up to my body. “That looks good on you.”

I pushed it away from me. I hated the color red. Yuck. I think of my period when I see red. Plus I used to wear red pants to school when I was on my period, especially the days Mom couldn’t afford maxi pads.

“I like the green one.”

She tossed the red dress on the bed like she never liked it. I took off my black skirt and red blouse and she snatched off my bra like my tits called her a slut.

I was startled. But you don’t do fish, ‘ey? Trying to get to me and my coochie. Nah, nah secret Dyke R Us, the fuck...

I was into C.O.D's. Nah, not cash on delivery, but my coochie on dick. Get a clue, sweet cat.

My breasts were bare and I didn’t like other women looking at my bazookas.

“Take off your panties,” she said, handing me a pair of green pumps.

I side eyed the hoe. She was trying to look at my pussy, lowkey (no cap, no caps lock).

“It’s best if you stay naked underneath the dress so when the boys come they can eat your pussy without the hassles.”

Oh, no. It’s not going to be that kind of party.

“Eat my pussy? Wait, what kinda…”

She was determined. “Put on the fucking dress. You walk around school keeping your pussy guarded like Michael Jackson’s room. Give it up. This is high school. Let’s fuck now and tomorrow we can worry about everything else.”

Umm, unwanted pregnancy,  STDs,  crazy niggas that couldn't handle rejection well I worried about today, bitch. Get caught slipping you'll end up with all three by tomorrow,  the fuck you mean?

I guess you think you tell me what to do. “I don’t…”

“We’re young once. Do you want to turn sixty years old with a shriveled up pussy you never used?”

Ugh! “Girl. Don’t say it like that.”

“All right then, The Mummy. Let’s get to it. Take those dusty bandages off that clit. Let your pussy breathe. Let Micro dig Nefertiti outta your ass and slide it in your mouth to taste the tombs of the Sphinx Pyramid."

"Since when were you a nasty bitch?"

"Gurl, I come from a long line ou f freaks."

"For the record, no you can't eat this pussy. I'm Miss Wet Wet asking a nigga did he cum yet so I can shower after he jet jet!"

We cackled like Angelica Houston in The Witches. "Are you high, bitch?"

"Gurl shut up and listen, ya fee me..."

"Ya fee me? The hell is a fee me? Ya feel me, you mean?"

"Chile, I heard he has a big, juicy dick!”

She walked over to her Mom’s nightstand and picked up a blue cup.

She handed it to me.

“What is this?” I asked, wanting to puke. I felt my pussy shut down. I suddenly wanted to go home and
crawl under my blankets and die.

“Liquor.”

She picked up the other cup and wolfed it down. I didn’t want to look amateurish in front of her so I
wolfed it down, too.

I cringed then gagged. It burned my throat. What the hell.

“Girl, that’s what you call that good shit.”

“It’s nasty.”

She was staring at me.

I was confused.

“What?” I asked.

“Feel it yet?”

“Feel what?”

“That’s my special blend. Grey Goose and weed.”

“Weed?” I wanted to gag.

“Hell yea. Drunk and high is the way to go. Ever get fucked high on weed? That’s what you call 3D dimensional dick.”

She put the dress over my head and was pulling itdown. It fit perfectly