I’ve seen this moment in a Vision.
The vibrant red paint I remember the most.
No. The make of the car… BMW… I think.
The man and his six-pack abs flexed behind the car is what I remember…
Or maybe the sponge spreading the suds over the red paint.
All of the above. There’s no need to compare.
Welcome to Storyville you sexy man.
My boyfriend never washes his car. He picks me up in a filthy white Volkswagon, which I thought to be tan for years, until we had an accident, and autobody work had been done. Free Wash showed me the white underneath–but he does play a mean Saxophone. There’s no need to compare.
It turns me on when the man pulls a Saxophone from inside the car and plays a sexy tune in the driveway.
Strolling closer–
I realize he never had a Saxophone, instead, he’s at the front of the car with the sponge, caressing suds circles into the hood, eyes seductively glaring toward my approach.
My strides become more lustful, the sway in my hips more unmanageable, snapping them to my torso so he knows it’s okay to look.
I deserve a man with six-pack abs, instead of dealing with a man bulge for two years–There’s no need to compare, I’m just saying.
The closer I get, the more familiar his face seems. His eyes soften as if I look familiar to him too.
His body weight squeezes the sponge, sending suds sliding down the hood.
‘Toya Richardson!’ he says, chomping down on some gum ‘Good set last night,’ he adds.
I give my best sway to the front of the driveway, hoping he thinks I’m like this every day. My mother always told me not to overdo it, but she doesn’t live in the world today. Rest in peace, Mom.
I throw her advice away by flinging my braids into the atmosphere and posing in front of the car. ‘Thank you. ‘You look familiar.’
‘I was the one chanting and pounding the table for you to sing another song,’ he says.
‘I hope I pleased,’ I say flirtatiously. ‘Nice car,’ I add, to change the tone, noticing the situation moving too fast. My mother warned me about that too.’
‘This is my baby,’ he says.
‘For now,’ I say feistily. I feel in control when I make men blush and this time was no different. ‘This is a classic,’ I say to impress him with no clear knowledge of the type of car.
I tease the side of the car, sliding my finger from the fender to the cockpit alleviating a trail of suds from the red paint. Bending to see the inside, I regret that he couldn’t get a view of my greatest asset.
‘You want to go for a ride after I’m done,’ he says.
‘I don’t know you,’ I say with a bit of arrogance.
‘Hello, My name is Cential.’ he says sarcastically. ‘Now you know me.’
My mother always said don’t drive off with a stranger–one of the many pieces of advice she gave, I agree with. But I am intrigued.
I open the door and hop inside to prove my independence, leaving one leg outside to show him this is a long game.
He sprays water from the hose over the top of the car, draining the suds down the car like a waterfall, getting my pants leg wet, and forcing me to close the door.
He jumps inside and we share a laugh.
My boyfriend would have never done that. There’s no need to compare… Just saying.
The black interior of the car makes me feel dangerous– Adventurous.
‘No radio!’ I say, scanning the console.
‘Ripped it out last night, after I heard you sing,’ he said with lust… and abs… and suds… and smoothness.
My boyfriend would never say that. And my mother wouldn’t have understood.
‘Sing something for me.’ Cential says. The way he said it, giving me his undivided attention, made me want to give him a lot more.
I stretch over the cup holders and kiss him. My lips smash against his–spearmint engulfing my senses. My tongue siphons spearmint crystals from his tongue to mine, creating a cool burn. Pulling me into his lap, I get an overview of his abs, my hands instinctively glide down the grooves, aided by the slick of suds.
Snapping out of it–
I remain in the passenger seat wishing the vision was true, holding on to Cential’s gaze like a lifeline. The vision seemed so real. Did he see what I saw?
A smile breaks from my lips. ‘So you like my voice, huh.’
Cential leans in close, eyes never wavering. ‘There is no comparison.’
My smile gets wider, and I sing…
‘Let’s go for a ride!’
