overlooking the ocean.”
“That sounds great, but I think I better take a rain check.” I also better take my ass upstairs before I change my mind, I thought.
“Aw’ight.” He sighed. I could see the disappointment on his face. “So what’s up? You think I can get your number?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” I reached in my bag for a pen and paper, then I jotted down my cell phone number for him. When I handed it to him, he leaned over and kissed me. No tongue, just a kiss. But what a kiss it was. I felt like I was floating. He had the most incredibly soft lips I’d ever felt, and by the time our lips parted, I was inches away from jumping back on that motorcycle.
“I’ll call you,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I replied with a sigh, hoping it would be soon. I watched as he slid his helmet down over his head, then forced myself to head toward my building. I could almost feel his eyes staring at my hips as I walked the fifteen feet to the doors. So of course you know I swayed those hips enough to keep him hypnotized. I concentrated on my movements to keep myself from thinking about the horizontal movements I really wanted to be doing.
Calm down girl, I kept repeating in my head. You’re doing the right thing. He’s not gonna wanna buy the cow if he’s gettin’ the milk for free.
I slid my key into my door and prayed that my best friend and roommate, Desiree, had already left for work. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me sneaking in the house at this time of the morning. Especially since I was still a little confused about why I was coming in at that hour myself. Unfortunately, just as my luck would have it, Desiree was dressed in her waitress uniform sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette and writing in her journal. I’m sure if I’d waited ten more minutes, I would’ve missed her. Then again, if I had waited another ten minutes I doubt I would’ve been heading into my apartment at all.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat done dragged home. Where you been? I thought your ass was in bed.” Desiree gave me a devilish grin as she closed her journal. I didn’t even bother to respond. I just walked over to the kitchen counter and poured myself a cup of coffee, yawning the whole time.
“What’s wrong, hooker? Tired from a long night out on the track?” Desiree laughed teasingly.
All I could do was suck my teeth as I playfully snapped back, “Who you callin’ a hooker, ho?”
I grabbed a cigarette from her pack, lit it, and took a long drag.
“I’m calling you a hooker. You the one who ain’t come home last night. And don’t be tryin’ to play like you was baby-sitting for your brother Wil, ’cause he called here last night lookin’ for you.” She took a drag of her cigarette, leaning forward as she released the smoke. “So where were you last night?”
I so wanted to tell Desiree where I was or what happened last night. I wanted to tell her every detail. I mean, she’s my best friend, and that’s what we do, share our most intimate secrets. But I knew if I told her about what a good time I had with Prince, we’d both be late for work. I couldn’t afford that, ’cause today was payday, and a sister was broke.
“Look, Dez, we’ll talk tonight, okay? I promise, I just have to get outta these soaking wet panties and take a shower, or I’m gonna be late for work.”
“Wait a minute! Soaking wet panties?” Desiree screamed. “Ah, hell no, Melanie. You ain’t leaving me hanging!”
I took a sip of my coffee, then headed to my room with a sigh. I should’ve known the second I said anything about wet panties that Desiree was gonna be right on my heels. I could hear her rush out of her chair as I entered my room. I slipped out of my wet panties and the rest of my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. By the time I turned around, Desiree was standing in my doorway lighting another cigarette.
“All right, who is he and what’s he look
“That sounds great, but I think I better take a rain check.” I also better take my ass upstairs before I change my mind, I thought.
“Aw’ight.” He sighed. I could see the disappointment on his face. “So what’s up? You think I can get your number?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” I reached in my bag for a pen and paper, then I jotted down my cell phone number for him. When I handed it to him, he leaned over and kissed me. No tongue, just a kiss. But what a kiss it was. I felt like I was floating. He had the most incredibly soft lips I’d ever felt, and by the time our lips parted, I was inches away from jumping back on that motorcycle.
“I’ll call you,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I replied with a sigh, hoping it would be soon. I watched as he slid his helmet down over his head, then forced myself to head toward my building. I could almost feel his eyes staring at my hips as I walked the fifteen feet to the doors. So of course you know I swayed those hips enough to keep him hypnotized. I concentrated on my movements to keep myself from thinking about the horizontal movements I really wanted to be doing.
Calm down girl, I kept repeating in my head. You’re doing the right thing. He’s not gonna wanna buy the cow if he’s gettin’ the milk for free.
I slid my key into my door and prayed that my best friend and roommate, Desiree, had already left for work. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me sneaking in the house at this time of the morning. Especially since I was still a little confused about why I was coming in at that hour myself. Unfortunately, just as my luck would have it, Desiree was dressed in her waitress uniform sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette and writing in her journal. I’m sure if I’d waited ten more minutes, I would’ve missed her. Then again, if I had waited another ten minutes I doubt I would’ve been heading into my apartment at all.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat done dragged home. Where you been? I thought your ass was in bed.” Desiree gave me a devilish grin as she closed her journal. I didn’t even bother to respond. I just walked over to the kitchen counter and poured myself a cup of coffee, yawning the whole time.
“What’s wrong, hooker? Tired from a long night out on the track?” Desiree laughed teasingly.
All I could do was suck my teeth as I playfully snapped back, “Who you callin’ a hooker, ho?”
I grabbed a cigarette from her pack, lit it, and took a long drag.
“I’m calling you a hooker. You the one who ain’t come home last night. And don’t be tryin’ to play like you was baby-sitting for your brother Wil, ’cause he called here last night lookin’ for you.” She took a drag of her cigarette, leaning forward as she released the smoke. “So where were you last night?”
I so wanted to tell Desiree where I was or what happened last night. I wanted to tell her every detail. I mean, she’s my best friend, and that’s what we do, share our most intimate secrets. But I knew if I told her about what a good time I had with Prince, we’d both be late for work. I couldn’t afford that, ’cause today was payday, and a sister was broke.
“Look, Dez, we’ll talk tonight, okay? I promise, I just have to get outta these soaking wet panties and take a shower, or I’m gonna be late for work.”
“Wait a minute! Soaking wet panties?” Desiree screamed. “Ah, hell no, Melanie. You ain’t leaving me hanging!”
I took a sip of my coffee, then headed to my room with a sigh. I should’ve known the second I said anything about wet panties that Desiree was gonna be right on my heels. I could hear her rush out of her chair as I entered my room. I slipped out of my wet panties and the rest of my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. By the time I turned around, Desiree was standing in my doorway lighting another cigarette.
“All right, who is he and what’s he look
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