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Date Posted: 20:43:21 08/08/02 Thu
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's message, "Can I Touch You? (Chapter 6)" on 19:41:18 08/07/02 Wed
Before I start chapter 7 I'd like to give props to Christen aka Omari's lillady and ChocolateDelight for your bangin' stories. Thanks a lot for taking time out to read and review mines and again thanks A BUNCH to everyone else's who's giving me feedback. You guys are giving me the inspiration to finish the story.
“Can I Touch You?”
Chapter 7
By: KandiJams
A few days since their first kiss and Simone was still as high as the birds when Omari picked her up for the Maxwell concert. She could barely contain herself as they road to an intimate club to check out the very intimate show. When Omari came around and opened the door for her she was straight up grinning like a 5 year old.
Omari: I see someone’s happy to be out tonight.
Simone: Are you kidding me? I’ve been madly in love with Maxwell’s fine behind since I first heard him on the radio.
Omari: Come on now. The brotha can sing but he ain’t all that.
Simone: Well excuse me Mr. Jealous. You’ve got a little bit of cute in you too.
Omari: (grinning) Is that right?
Simone: I said a little bit.
Omari’s smile instantly turned sober and Simone laughed to herself. She walked ahead of him as they exited the parking lot. Simone was wearing a blue strapless dress that faded into white at the bottom. She had on a pair of glass sandals (yawl know they’re not really glass but that’s what people call them) and her hair was in loose curls. As Omari closed in behind her he got a full view of her hummingbird tattoo.
Omari: A Hummingbird?
Simone: My dad used to call me his hummingbird…small but sophisticated.
Omari: Well you are kinda small.
Simone: (playfully hitting him) You know what Mr. Grandberry, your short jokes aren’t going to ruin my night. I’m not that short anyway. 5’4” is tall enough. Atleast I don’t have a bubblehead.
Omari: (placing his hand on his heart) Ouch! Not only did you go back to the “Mr. Grandberry” thing but you insulted my head.
Simone: You deserved it.
Omari; (pouting his lips) Do I also deserve a kiss to make me feel better?
Simone leaned in and gave him a soft peck on his lips. As she was pulling away they heard Omari’s name being called. When they turned around they saw De’Mario and a girl.
De’Mario: What the deal Omarion?
Omari: (giving him dap) Livin’ like to the fullest, Raz-B. How ya been?
De’Mario: Fine. I haven’t seen you around in a while. If it was for your studio input I wouldn’t know you were alive.
Omari: Well you know me. I’ve been taking care of business.
De’Mario: (eyeing Simone) I can see that. (extending his hand to her) Hi, I’m De’Mario.
Simone: (taking his hand) I’m Simone. It’s nice to meet you.
De’Mario: (kissing her hand) Oh, the pleasure is all mines.
Omari gave De’Mario a dirty look and he let go.
De’Mario: (introducing his date) This is Angie.
Angie: (shaking Omari and Simone’s hands) Nice meeting you two.
De’Mario: Why don’t we all get a table together? We can talk.
Omari looked a little hesitant but took Simone’s hand and followed Angie and De’Mario inside. They got a seat close to the stage and sat down.
Simone: O, I want to go to the bathroom before the show starts.
Omari: Aiight.
Ashely: Me too.
Ashely and Simone left the table for the bathroom leaving Omari and De’Mario.
De’Mario: (watching Simone walk off) Damn, O. Where’d you get that piece from?
Omari: Her name is Simone and I met her at Lil’ J’s school.
De’Mario: Oh! She’s the art teacher Jarell said you were messing with. So have you hit it yet?
Omari: Naw man.
De’Mario: Nigga it’s been a month. What the hell are you waiting for?
Omari: She’s just mad cool.
De’Mario: Ain’t no female mad cool unless you’re boning her brains out. Now Angie, that’s a cool chick. She is down for whatever.
Omari: Look, I know what I’m doing. Don’t knock the hustle man. In a few hours I’ll have her tongue tied and bow-legged.
De’Mario: Now that’s the O I know.
Omari let out a laugh with his friend and the girls returned. They watched Maxwell do his set and enjoyed it. After the show Omari introduced Simone to Maxwell as a surprise and she was too thrilled. Instead of going straight home afterwards, Simone agreed to go over to Omari’s.
Simone: (after getting a tour of his house) So where’s Mr. Belvedere?
Omari: Oh, you got jokes.
Simone: I like it though. Nice style.
Omari: Why thank you. Would you like something to drink?
Simone: Yeah. You don’t mind if I kick my shoes off, do you?
Omari: Naw. Make yourself comfortable.
Simone took off her shoes and sat on his couch. Right in front of her was a giant entertainment system and behind her were some bay windows looking over Los Angeles. When Omari came back he had two glasses in one hand and a bottle of Cristal in the other.
Simone: (watching him pour 2 glasses) Braking out the expensiveness.
Omari: It’s a special occasion so I decided I would.
Simone: And what occasion is this?
Omari: (handing her the glass) It’s Simone Day.
Simone: (taking a sip) So I have my own day now?
Omari: Yeah. I officially declared it. (patting his lap) Now give me your feet.
Simone: Huh?
Omari: Just give me your feet.
Simone turned so her feet were directed across his lap.
Omari: Damn Simone, you’ve got some pretty feet.
Simone: Yeah, right.
Omari: I’m serious. If they were claws I wouldn’t be messing with them.
Simone laughed and he took her right foot and started massaging it.
Simone: So you’re just going to spoil me by messaging my so-called “pretty” feet?
Omari: Well somebody’s gotta do it.
He finished messaging the right and went onto the left. They talked, laughed, and drank into the wee hours of the night. At around 2:30 am. Simone looked down at her watch.
Simone: Omari, It’s getting kinda late.
Omari: (looking at the clock on the wall) Damn time flies when you’re having fun.
Simone: True.
Simone got up from off the couch and almost fell to the floor she made her way over to a wall and leaned against it.
Omari: (laughing) Monie, are you aiight?
Simone: (laughing herself) Yeah. I think I’m a little inebriated. Too inebriated to drive home.
Omari: I’ll drive you.
Simone: Yeah right! So the both of us can be wrapped around a tree.
Omari: (getting up and walking over to her) Stay here then. You can take my bed and I’ll sprawl out on the couch.
Simone: I couldn’t put you out of your bed.
Omari: You wouldn’t be…I mean I wouldn’t mind…(pushing her against the wall and kissing her) Stay with me tonight.
Simone: (between kisses) Omari, I can’t. I can’t.
Omari: (grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him) Simone, I need you.
Simone: (looking in his dark brown eyes and regretting her words) I can’t Omari. Not yet. Not now. I’m sorry.
Omari backed away and Simone stood there with her arms wrapped around herself.
Omari: I’ll call you a cab.
Simone: Thank you.
Omari reached for the phone and called a cab. Simone gathered her things and didn’t say much to Omari until the cab driver honked his horn when he was outside.
Simone: (meekly) Thanks for the concert tickets. I had a great time.
Omari: (sheepishly) Anytime. I had a great time too.
Simone: (walking out of the door) Good night.
Omari watched her get into the cab and then disappear down the street. He was so frustrated he almost punched a whole in the wall. He looked down at the telephone in his hand. He could call Stacey or Valerie, Erica, or Lisa but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He rested the phone on the kitchen counter and went to bed…alone.
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