An American Scandal (Editing)

Chapter 4: NEVER BEEN TOUCHED

"Oh...M...Gee, look at Soph," Emma said excitedly. I looked at my friend confused. I don't know what she was hooting and hollering about. I was just texting on my phone. We were lounging in my bedroom after school. Amira was laying on my bed, hanging her head off the bed upside down. Emma was sitting on my computer chair, spinning it around and staring at me as I stood leaning on my dresser facing them.

"What the hell is all the squeaky voice business for, Trini." Amira said. I laughed at what Amira said. She was Jamaican descent and Emma was Trinidadian descent. Most people hear their accents and think, all the same but the pitch makes a whole lot of a difference.

"Shut up, Amira." Emma said. "I am excited because..." Emma paused and looked at me. "Because clearly, she is in a text message love battle, she over there texting her man and it is so cute." She continued. I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh boy." Amira said sitting up on the bed.

"Did you guys have sex yet?" Amira asked boldly.

"What we been together officially barely a day." I said confused and scared that maybe she smelt the scent of sex on my sheets. I did not change them yet and last night was amazing with James.

"Oh gosh she gave it up. Look at her." Emma said. Did I look as happy as my insides were? The images of last night and his body, muscles, and frame flexing over me. I can still hear his grunts and feel his presence inside of my core. I crossed my legs to subdue the sensations that my own memories were stimulating. Last night was abnormally good!

"Shit man, you need to warn a sister before I am all on you cum filled bed." Amira said springing to her feet.

"I did not have sex with Mel." I said in between laughing hysterically. Amira gave me the up and down look and then sat back on my bed.

"But you guys will right. He is the perfect guy to give your V-card to." Emma said excitedly and then spun the chair around.

"I think she can make that decision." Amira laughed at Emma. Emma flicked her off.

"What are you talking about with him?" Emma said rushing up to me about to grab my phone. I sprang into action and then ran away from her.

I was talking to James, of course, and he was telling me how he wants to see me so he can get me out of my clothes. He wanted a follow up to what happened last night. To be honest I did too, but I knew we need to take a little intermission between our acts of lust...love or whatever we had.

"Leave the gyal phone, nah man." Amira said in Patois. I laughed. I understood what she said very well. Even though I am from Suriname and we speak Dutch, we are very much connected to the West Indian- English- Speaking Caribbean culture, especially, Jamaica. Both Suriname and Jamaica had Maroons and we share common customs and values that no land or sea could break. It was actually funny how both Amira and I had that maroon blood running through us, my mom said that is what drew us together, to become friends. Emma rolled her eyes as we both collapsed to the bed after our little run around my room. We all reclined back onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"He is the guy that deserves your V-card, you know that right." Emma said.

"Maybe she wants to wait till marriage." Amira said turning her head to look toward Emma.

"Do you see this girl, she is too hot to be a virgin." Emma said in her Patois. I laughed at them.

"Well I am waiting till marriage." Amira announced. Emma and I snapped our heads toward Amira and as if on call, we both burst out laughing. Amira looked at us as if she was offended.

"Please, you wait till marriage?" Emma said in a questioning manner. "We know bout you. How you a fling it up with yuh man! 'Member we see she pon di, Passa, Passa, tape." (Passa Passa is a Jamaican downtown, raunchy dance tape) Emma said in her full on Trinidadian accent to me. I laughed. Trinidad was a close neighbor to Suriname, so growing up in Suriname I was well acquainted with their lingo and talking style.