Double Date part 1

DOUBLE DATE

By Darrell R. Jones

Blowing o’s outside in the backyard by his shed, Jordan and his best friend from college, smoked on a rolled up joint. “I’m high as fuck.” He laughed as he passed to his friend.

Arthur laughed and puffed on the jay in his hand and scratched his curly short hair, styled in a bald fade. He pushed his oval framed glasses back on his nose and asked, “You trippin’ then?”

“I ain’t trippin’, I’m just sayin’ I’m high.” Jordan shook out his black button up shirt, tailored to fit him sung, but still let him breath. He still needed to put on his red tie that he left in the bathroom upstairs.

“Where we goin’ again?” Arthur asked, passing the joint and doing the same with his leather jacket and pink shirt underneath; shaking them to air out. “Do I smell like it?”

“I don’t know. I was gon ask you if I smell like it.” Jordan laughed and tried smelling his shirt.

“Emma keeps yellin’ at me about smokin’ before we go out and people being able to smell it. “Arthur pulled out a bottle of lotion from his jacket pocket. He lathered his hands and wiped his face down as well; hoping the lotion’s scent would cover the smell of marijuana. “You got some gum?”

“Yeah I think so.” Jordan put out the joint on the side of his shed and they began to head towards the house. “I gotta check.” He pulled out his horn rimmed glasses from his shirt pocket and put them on.

“Shit I’m high as fuck.” Arthur echoes, causing Jordan to laugh as they crossed the wood deck and entered the kitchen through the sliding door.

Inside, Reina and Emma were laughing over a glass of wine near the counter and the sink.

“What y’all laughing about?” Arthur asked, one eye brow making its way up his forehead.

His English wife Emma batted her aqua blue eyes at him and took a sip of her wine before saying, “What y’all laughing about?” Her accent thick as ever.

“Woman!”

“Man!”

Reina laughed and looked at Jordan, though trying not to because his eyes were undressing her. Her short wild flower sundress stood no chance against his piercing gaze and she felt naked in front of him and their play arguing friends. Her chocolate skin began to goose pimple all over.

“Whatever Arthur! Are we ready to go now or does Jordan still need to pretty up?” Emma asked, swirling her drink around in her milk white hand. Her cheeks were starting to redden from her consumption of wine, but she didn’t have any plans of getting too drunk tonight; not that she was going to slow down any time soon though.

“I still gotta pretty up.” Jordan and Arthur exited the kitchen, “Let me just grab my tie Emma!”

She nearly spit out her drink after taking a sip and put down her glass to wipe her mouth.

“You ok?” Reina asked, holding out a napkin.

“I’m fine, I’m fine love.” Emma wiped her mouth and checked to see if anything found its way to her strawberry red sweater or cream billowing short skirt. “Where are we going to eat again?”

“Didn’t you guys make the reservations?” Reina bit into a carrot she got from the array of cut vegetables on the center island of the kitchen. The cool gray tiles, warm wood cabinets and off white counter tops of the entire room made her smile thinking about all the little arguments she had had with Jordan about the kitchen’s design. Eventually they agreed on this perfect kitchen that she had only dreamed about. “Something about wanting to prove you guys could pick a good place.” She said to her friend, continuing to nag her.

“And we did! I’m just trying to remember it. Arthur just picked some place that serves a ‘good steak.’ ” She said, adding air quotes for effect.

Reina giggled, “Well we better hurry the hell up because I’m hungry.”

“Oh so am I! Arthur, if you boys don’t hurry up, Reina and I are leaving you and taking each other out for Valentine’s Day!” Emma put on her olive brown Burberry trench coat and flipped back her short auburn hair; the curls unfurrowing and curling again. “Ready darling?”

“I been ready.” Reina put her glass down and picked up her black leather biker trench coat, then put it down to go get Jordan’s coat on the kitchen table. She slipped into the oversized leather coat and the scent was a mixer of the jackets age and her husband’s delicious aroma. 

“Ok, let’s go.” She took Emma’s arm and they headed to the garage laughing.

Jordan and Arthur were upstairs in the bedroom; Jordan putting on some cologne and Arthur messing with the large flat screen TV against the wall, ten feet from the foot of the bed.

“A’ight, let’s get outta here. And cut my TV off!” Jordan said while dabbing his wrist and neck with a bottle of Cool Water.

“Nigga I’ll leave it on.” Arthur replied, flexing his muscles in a defiant stance.

“Let’s go before your wife really talks my wife into leaving us.” Jordan looked around for his jacket. “Where did I… downstairs!” He snapped his fingers and rushed out the room with Arthur right behind him; who then jetted back to turn off the TV.

When they got downstairs and looked around for his coat, they heard the horn from Reina’s Range Rover. They headed out to meet them at the driveway on the side of the house.

“Baby you seen my…” Jordan started, but noticed his wife wearing his jacket.

“Hurry up and get in mister.” Reina rolled down her window and Emma got out of the passenger seat.

“We almost left y’all.” Emma said as she got in the back.

“Hush woman.” Arthur climbed into the back with his wife and put his arm around her.

“Hey, hurry up mister.” Reina repeated, honking her horn this time.

“Hey, calm down miss.” Jordan crossed around to the passenger side and heard his wife making cat calls. He climbed in, put on his seatbelt after his wife asked him to, then she kissed him. “You don’t want yo coat?” he asked.

“I got a coat.” Reina inhaled and closed her eyes, enveloped in the intoxicating scent.

“So I gotta be cold ‘cus you like the way my jacket smell.”

“You not cold baby.” Reina pulled out of the drive way and continued down the street following the instructions from the GPS.

“Turn that off, I know where we goin’.” Jordan said.

“Yeah, turn on some music.” Arthur added

“Yes please!” Emma giggled.

Jordan looked through the glove compartment, his wife asking him if he really did know how to navigate her. “Yeah, I do.” He put in a blank cd and waited to hear the music in order to judge the contents.

When Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff’s Brand New Funk came on, Arthur could be heard in the back yelling as he rocked and nodded his head. “Turn that up!” Arthur shouted and Jordan obliged.

“How old is this cd Jordan?” Emma laughed.

“Really.” Reina laughed too and went to the next song. “Which cd is this baby?”

“That mix that we just put everything on.” Jordan started rocking in his seat as Juvenile’s Back That Azz Up started beating from the speakers.

“Oooh!” Arthur started dancing in his seat.

“Could you please stop showing out.” His wife hit him with her purse, though he continued his moving from side to side.

“Oh my god.” Reina looked at her husband as she pulled up to a stop light.

“I could be a rapper.” Emma said.

“Really? You think so?” Her husband asked.

“Oh of course, I’ve got mad sick rhythms, that I use all the times.”

Arthur and Jordan both laughed as he changed to the next song and the next after that. He stopped when he heard a pulsing beat like a heart, accompanied by a shimmering, sparkling sound. He looked over at his wife and she was grinning when she recognized the song.

“This Reina song.” Jordan said and his wife laughed.

The words came out of the speakers softly and sultry. I misbehaved, done some things I know I shouldn’t do…

“Uh oh.” Emma leaned forward to hear the words better. “What’s the name of this? Is that Janet Jackson?”

“Yeah, Discipline.” Jordan replied, staring at his wife as she drove and kept her eyes forward.

I touched myself, even though you told me not to…

“Even though I told you not to!” Jordan threw his hands up to exaggerate the line and Reina laughed again.

“Oh my god, leave me alone Jordan, stop looking at me.” Reina’s face began to flush and she snuck a quick peak at Jordan; his eyes low and still stripping her bare.

“I can’t look at you?” Jordan asked.

“Not like that.”

“Why?”

“It’s…” She inhaled and exhaled slowly, “It’s distracting.”

“Oh really. Why?”

“Jordan! No!” She looked in her rearview mirror and now noticed Arthur and Emma in the backseat fooling around. “Hey! What y’all doin’?”

Emma pooped up and straightened out her skirt, covering Arthur’s creeping hand. “Nothing! We aren’t… doing anything. Though this is a very hot song.”

My heart is beating fast, shiver as you grab my neck…

As though following the instructions of the song, Jordan reached across the seats and wrapped his hand around Reina’s neck and she shivered as his long fingers tightened to coil around her thin flushed neck.

“Daddy…” Reina whispered and she smiled.

“Uh excuse me, could you guys show a little restraint.” Emma took her leg from Arthur’s lap and he pulled her back.

“I know you ain’t talkin’ Emma.” Jordan fired back.

“We’re not doing anything right Art?”

“Man I’m tryna get these panties off my wife, that’s what I’m doin’.” Arthur replied, and everyone burst out laughing; Emma hitting him again before kissing him. The small kiss turned into a dance of tongues.

Reina opened her window and Jordan sat back, “You hot?” he asked.

“It’s gettin’ hot in here.” She whispered back.

“Then you can give me back my jacket.”

“Ah, no!” She purred.

♡♡♡♡

Jordan leans back in his chair at the table in the dim lit, quite elegant, restaurant. The tables were all covered with black lace over a red cloth with white napkins inside empty wine glasses. Though the four glasses on this table had been filled and refilled over a dozen times since their patrons had sat down here. Jordan was thinking whether he should ask for another glass himself when Reina beat him to it, having both their glasses filled. Arthur took a sip from his glass and his wife tilted it up so he could drink more.

“Damn, y’all tryna get us drunk or somethin’?” Arthur asked, wiping his mouth.

“Maybe.” Emma blew him a kiss that he chased back to her dark oxblood red lips. “It is Valentine’s Day isn’t it. A day dedicated to feeding your loved one, getting them drunk and having sex with them.”

“Amen to that.” Reina chimed in.

Jordan laughed and gulped down his glass and toasted in the air when it was empty. Reina took his hand in hers and gripped it; running a finger up and down his palm. When her husband looked up at her with eyes full of passion, she nearly jumped him right then and there. But before the thought could even be played out in fantasy, Reina was snatched away from the table by her semi-drunk friend Emma.

‘We’ll be right back gentlemen!” Emma called back as she pulled Reina behind her as she jogged towards the ballrooms.

“Aye!” Arthur called Jordan’s attraction, “Man, I’m bout to be fuckin’ her in like ten minutes man!”

Jordan laughed and tried to contain himself but couldn’t. The nearby wait staff laughed as well from just the infectious vibes coming from the two.

In the bathroom, Emma quickly scanned the stalls and surrounding area to check if anyone else was in the small white and black tiled room.

“What are you doing?” Reina asked, confused and feeling a bit tipsy.

“I’m taking off my panties.” Emma whispered, already pulling down and stepping out of her blue lace panties; using Reina to balance as she raised each leg.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Reina looked around expecting to see someone watching them and was relieved to see they were truly alone.

“Of course I’m serious. Arthur has been trying to take them off since we were in the car. I plan on handing it to him when I get back to the table and see what he does. I suggest you do it as well.”

Reina laughed and looked around again, “Are you serious?”

“Yes I’m serious. Do it right now before someone comes in.” Just as she finished, the door behind her opened and Emma balled up her panties in her fist, scuttling out of the bathroom giggling.

Reina stood frozen in the middle of the room and quickly ducked off into a stall to escape the judgmental gaze from the older white woman who had now entered the restroom.

Back at the table, Emma had now returned and sat up close to her husband, kicking her right leg over her lap and into Arthur’s.

“Hello, are you ok miss?” Arthur asked.

“Yes I am.” She reached down and took his hand, giving him a tight ball of lace and fabric.

“What’s this? Arthur pulled his hand up and his wife panicked, snatching it down before anyone could see; though Jordan got a glimpse of it and started laughing. “Oh, oh!” Arthur opened his hand under the table.

“Jordan, you didn’t see anything that my idiot husband just did! Ok?!” Emma pointed at him across the table.

Jordan nodded and took a sip of wine.

“Whelp, we leavin’.” Arthur stood up, picking up his wife and she shrieked; popping his shoulder and making him put her down.

“We have to leave now?” She asked, pulling down her skirt and reminding Arthur to hide the contents in his hand.

“Yeah we gotta go.”

“Where are we going darling?”

“We’ll get a room at the hotel across the street. Jordan if y’all decide to do the same let me know and I’ll cover you guys.”

“Will do. But I’m paying for dinner then.” Jordan finished his glass, “And I’ll send a bottle to y’all room too.”

to be continued...