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Date Posted: 19:41:18 08/07/02 Wed
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's message, "Can I Touch You? (Chapter 5)" on 20:35:39 08/03/02 Sat
Here's Chapter 6. Thanks to everyone who's been giving me positive feedback...continue...
“Can I Touch You?”
Chapter 6
By: KandiJams
Simone walked out of Booker T. Washington Elementary and up to Omari’s car. It had been a little over 3 weeks since they first met.
Simone: Take shotgun.
Omari: Why?
Simone: It’s time for me to take you somewhere for a change.
Omari hesitantly got out of the driver’s seat and move to the passenger’s. Simone put her bag in the backseat and got behind the wheel of Omari’s 2003 Lexus Coop Deville.
Simone: (turning to Omari and looking clueless) Now, which button is start again?
Omari: (frantically grabbing the steering wheel) What!?
Simone couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face.
Simone: Relax. I was just playin’ with you.
Omari: (collapsing back in the seat) Don’t play like that. This is my baby right here. You almost gave me a heart attack.
Simone: Calm down. I won’t hurt the baby (she ran her nails across the leather interior).
Omari: Simone, I’m serious. She’s sensitive.
Simone: (pulling off) We are still talking about a car?
Omari: Yeah.
Simone: I swear if guys were as concerned about women as they are about their cars this world would be such a better place.
Omari: (reclining his seat back and crossing his arms) So you wanna take it there?
Simone: Damn, O. Where ya been? I just took it there.
Omari: Well if women spent as much time on the fellas as they did on their hair, nails, and makeup this world would be a more satisfied place.
Simone: Satisfied how?
Omari: Think about it. If you females weren’t worried about getting your hair or make up messed up all the time then yawl would be down to do the nitty-gritty stuff that us guys like to do.
Simone: (laughing a little) Nitty-gritty? Don’t you mean down-and-dirty?
Omari: Down-and-dirty, freaky-deaky…it’s whateva you wanna call it.
Simone: Well for your information I don’t wear war paint and I don’t spend that much time on my hair.
Omari: (flashing a devilish grin) So you’re tryna say you’re a freak?
Simone: Look whose mind is in the gutter.
Omari: Can’t blame me. I’m a man, ain’t I?
Simone: True. It’s not your fault you were plagued with the disease.
Omari: So where are we headed?
Simone: It’s a surprise.
Simone pulled into the parking lot of “The Key: Roller Skating Rink”. They got out and went in to rent skates. The guy behind the counter seemed happy to see Simone.
Guy: Well look what the wind blew in.
Simone: Hey Diego.
Diego: Hey, stranger. It’s been a while since you’ve been this way (looking Omari up and down) and I see you brought a friend.
Simone: Yeah. Diego this is Omari. Omari this is Diego.
Omari: Whaddup?
Diego: Nothing much but you better be treating my girl here right. Don’t make me have to get all What’s-Love-Got-To-Do-With-It on you.
Simone: Diego! Calm yourself. It ain’t nothing serious. Now pass us the skates so we can go split the rug up.
Diego: (rolling his eyes) Whateva.
Diego gave them their skates and they went to put them on.
Omari: What was up with ol’ dude back there?
Simone: Who, Diego?
Omari: Yeah. He seemed mad happy to see you and called you his “girl”.
Simone: (giggling) You think there’s something between us?
Omari: Yeah. What’s so funny?
Simone: Omari, Diego’s gay. There’s a better chance that there’d be something going on between the two of you. He lived in the apartment across from mines when I first moved from Philly to LA.
They put on their skates and laced them up and went on to skating. When they got on the rink Simone started off fast immediately, cutting in and out of people and grooving to the music. Omari was a little wobbly holding on to the side.
Simone: (passing by him for the second time) Can you skate?
Omari: Yeah. I’m just a little rusty.
Simone: (extending her hand) Well it’s time to supply some elbow grease.
Simone took his hand and started skating around. There were a few slip-ups but he was getting in the full swing of it. Before long, his hands were on her waist and he was skating close behind her.
Simone: I used to skate all the time back in Philly.
Omari: This is an every once in a blue moon thing for me (pulling himself so close to her that his abs were touching her back) it’s kinda relaxing though.
Simone: (loosing herself a little in the warmth of his arms) Relaxing.
Omari couldn’t stop the inevitable, even if he tried. Simone was beautiful and they were skating really close. He knew she felt it because it was kind of hard to miss. “Hard” being the operative word. He was in the process of sliding his hand further down her thighs when she stopped him.
Simone: Water Ice.
Omari: (being caught totally off guard) Huh?
Simone: In Philly we had this icee-type thing called Water Ice. They have some of that here, it’s not as good but would you want to get some? (catching herself) I mean, would you like to order some?
Omari: Yeah.
Simone: (skating away from him) Aiight.
Omari watched her skate away a bit before he followed her. He took a seat in a booth and Simone came back with two cherry flavored cups of Water Ice. They were sitting there eating when Omari took a big spoonful and then grabbed his forehead.
Simone: Are you ok?
Omari: (with his hand on his head) Brain freeze.
Simone: (holding his face) Hold still.
Simone leaned over and gently blew on his forehead. Omari closed his eyes and pictured the two of them in his bedroom on a hot night with some message oil and a bucket of ice.
Simone: (sitting back in her seat) Better?
Omari: (drifting back into reality) Yeah.
Simone smiled and they looked into each other’s eyes.
Simone: (laughing) Your lips are red.
Omari: (laughing along) So are yours.
Simone: Omari, I don’t mean to sound corny but hanging out with you has been fun.
Omari: Same here. You’re cool peeps Simone.
Simone: (her voice trailing off as her eyes rested on her almost empty cup) Yeah…cool peeps.
Omari: (taking a deep breath) Simone.
Simone: (looking up at him) Yeah.
Omari: Can I kiss you?
Simone: Please.
Omari sat next to her and placed his lips on hers. They shared their first kiss.
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