“Sounds like a winner.”
“Lawd knows I’m ready to take this dress off and toss it in the trash compactor.”
Geren laughed. He couldn’t believe Tempest was still trippin’ off the dress. “You really do look nice Tempest. I mean that.”
“Why, thank you, Mr. Kincaid,” Tempest replied, finally looking back at him. Damn, he was fine! “You’re rather dapper yourself.”
She was getting up from the table when she heard a boom box start blaring from the back porch. She looked that way and noticed a bunch of drunk people, spread out in two lines. “Flashlight” by Parliament Funkadelic was cranking from the speakers.
“Oh, no, a Soul Train line!” Tempest exclaimed.
“I haven’t seen one of those in years,” Geren said, getting up from the table and standing behind her.
Tempest swung around and looked at him excitedly, like she’d just won the Powerball. “Come on, let’s go down the line!”
Geren took a long look at the couple presently going down the line. The man was doing the Freeze, and the woman was doing the Happy Feet. “You can’t be serious?”
“Just one time,” Tempest responded, pulling him toward the porch by the elbow. “Pleassssssse!!!!! You need to loosen up a little.”
Geren let out a heavy sigh. “Okay, okay,” he said, giving in. “If it means that much to you, but don’t expect me to do the Robot, the Moonwalk or jumping splits.”
Tempest giggled. “I’m going to do the jumping splits!”
Geren let that sink in for a second and asked, “You want my jacket. We wouldn’t want any accidental indecent exposure.”
Tempest stopped dead in her tracks and punched him gently in the ribs. “Stop teasing me!”
Geren chuckled, gazing at her protruding breasts. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I just had to throw that one in there.”
Tempest reached her arms inside his jacket and started tickling him. “Are you ticklish? I bet you are.”
“Tempest, quit!” Geren quickly pulled away, not wanting to confess that he was indeed ticklish. It just didn’t seem manly. He took her hand and started toward the porch again. “Let’s hurry up before the song ends!”
CHAPTER 7
the aftermath
“boy, oh boy, that was some wedding!” Geren exclaimed, following Tempest up the stairwell to her third-floor apartment and admiring the view of her ass in the process.
“Yes, it was,” Tempest replied. “I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun. I know I said just one turn in the Soul Train line, but—”
“But we ended up going down the line fifty-eleven times,” Geren said, preempting the rest of her statement.
They both laughed until they got to her apartment door. Geren couldn’t help but notice how long and thick Tempest’s eyelashes were while she rumbled through her purse for her set of keys. Even after dancing out there in that heat for more than an hour, Tempest still looked fresh and appealing to him.
“If you think today was wild, you should have seen the bachelorette party last night. It was quite an experience.”
“Really? What happened last night?” Geren inquired, his curiosity instantly piqued. “Did she have strippers?”
“Of course,” Tempest replied. “But not just any ordinary strippers. They were buck wild.”
“Word? Were they midgets?”
Tempest chuckled as she slid her key into the lock. “No, these brothas were definitely not midgets.”
“Buck wild in what way then?”
“Trust me, you definitely don’t want to know all of that!”