my girlfriend and her friends are in for the night.
so far our Mexico trip has been amazing, fresh, full of sun and great weather. no need to really mention the mass inclusion of tequila and…possibly authentic Cohibas.
i’m swallowed by disco lights, club lights and black lights, and i down my liquor. i’m not entirely sure what i’m drinking anymore as me and my new buddies have been having a ball all night. the five of us finally made it to a dance bar worth our time and money. the DJ was spinning eargasms, the layout allowed us to settle on a floor above the club’s dance floor, and the crowd level was low, low. much better than New Years Eve. while perching on the rail near our section, a couple dancing on the floor caught my attention. at this moment, i wished my girl was with me to enjoy this night and this interesting couple that kind of reminds me of us.
one of my newfound resort friends must’ve seen me watching as a hand landed on my shoulder followed by, “Man, she’s bad, huh?”
while his observations were one-thousand percent correct…my mind was mostly intrigued by the couples interactions. the woman, while holding her man’s hand, is now dancing with another woman. for the next few moments, she would retreat back to him, they would share a deep kiss accompanied with exceptional groping and then she would return to the woman in a flirting fashion. the man seemed cheery all the while. i felt as if i was watching myself.
a couple days prior, my girlfriend, her friends and i met up on the rooftop pool of our resort. the original plan was to regroup that late morning and decide on an itinerary for the day…over drinks and time in the sun of course. my girlfriend had us take over one cabana to make enough room for a couple of gentlemen who she presumed were going to want to sit nearby or want a cabana near fellow black people. they were getting drinks up there as well. she was right and i actually already met one of them so it was a natural move. what else was natural was the connection black people make no matter the country, city or state. the day became a pool and gaming day ending with rooftop pictures with many other black couples and individual black travelers that were enjoying sunny Mexico.
we’ve all kind of stuck together for the rest of the trip and tonight was our last hurrah!
i wanted nothing more than my lady by my side as we planned, but unfortunately she was sat down by an oncoming cold.
maybe i also wanted her there because i know she’s adventurous and would’ve taken the challenge of the interesting couple…
she would’ve approached the woman…as she is bisexual and wants all the ladies attention. she would’ve offered to dance, the woman would take her up on her offer…because my girlfriend is also bad as fuck. they would dance on the floor like either of us men didn’t exist. they would flirt, yell cute things in each others ears because the music is so loud, and then suddenly remember they came with mates. she would flag me down to meet the woman and her man, and…i would comply. the other man and i would shake hands and i would take a seat at the table, maybe, and we would both watch our women get back to the dance floor and pretend nothing else around them would exist. maybe i would get a little hard imagining any fantasy i can as i watch these two beautiful women rub on each other, gyrate, twerk, laugh, giggle and smile. then my fantasies would be interrupted by the other gentleman saying, “so…i’m assuming. but, how long have y’all been poly?”
i blink a few times and escape my wondering mind. i hear, “hey bro! come here!”
i turn to my right and one of my buddies is holding a champagne bottle waving for all of us to come get a glass. i’m not sure why, but i look back over at the other gentleman sitting by the dance floor. he looks right at me, raises a glass and smiles. i nod back and yell out a “yee!”
a toast is definitely in order.
to black boy joy.
to the last hurrah!
