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Date Posted: 18:30:14 08/09/02 Fri
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's message, "Can I Touch You?" on 11:33:55 07/24/02 Wed
This whole chapter-a-night thing is going well. At first I thought it was going to be overwhelming but it's been cool. I know yawl like finding a new chapter everyday. If you thought Chapter 7 was good wait until you read the last few AND I'm working on another story called "Bliss" starring Jarell bka J-Boog and yawl are gonna love it. Aiight let me stop my rambling and get on with the chapter.
“Can I Touch You?”
Chapter 8
By: KandiJams
Omari must’ve sat outside of Simone’s house in his car for what had to be an hour straight. He had been calling all day and getting no answer. Was she mad at him? When he finally got out of the car he grabbed the bouquet of flowers that were rested on the passenger’s seat and rang her doorbell. Simone answered the door in a pair of track shorts, a dingy tank top, and a towel in her hand.
Simone: (looking surprisingly relaxed) Hey.
Omari: Hey. (handing her the flowers) These are for you.
Simone: (taking them and smelling them) Thank You.
Omari: I wanted to say I was sorry for the other night. I tried calling before I came over but the line was busy.
Simone: Oh, I took the phone off the hook and don’t worry about the other night. It’s understandable.
Omari: Oh, aiight. I guess I’ll see ya later then.
Simone: You can come in if you want to.
Omari: I don’t want to disturb you if you’re busy. You are busy, right?
Simone: Yeah, I’m busy but you won’t be disturbing me. You can watch TV or something.
Omari: Aiight.
Omari followed Simone into her house and she set him up on the couch in the living room with some chips and the remote.
Simone: If you need anything I’ll be in the room at the end of the hall.
Omari: Aiight.
Simone walked away and Omari started flipping through the channels. He was halfway through the chips and at the end of an episode of “The Fresh Prince of Bell-Air” when he realized Simone hadn’t come back yet. Curiosity was eating him up inside so he got up and walked down the hall. When Omari got to the door he could hear D’Angelo’s “Cruisin’” echoing from stereo speakers. He cracked the door open a little and saw Simone sitting on a piano type-bench in the dimly lit room in front of a huge canvas.
Simone: (seeing the light coming from the opened door) I was wondering when you’d wonder back here.
Omari: (coming in and closing the door behind him) What ‘cha got there?
Simone: (dipping her hands in a bucket of water and then drying them off with a towel) I’m painting.
Omari: With your hands?
Simone: Yeah. Tell me you never finger-painted when you were little.
Omari: (laughing a little) Yeah. My momma hung up a few dogs and trees on the fridge.
Simone: Come join me then.
Omari: Aiight.
Simone: You gotta take off your shirt first because it can get messy.
Omari: Aiight.
Simone watched as he lifted his shirt over his head leaving just his wifebeater and shorts on. Then he came over to her and straddled himself behind her on the bench. Simone took his arms and brought them on either sides of her. They had to get close again. Close enough for Simone to feel the warmth of Omari’s embrace run through her entire body.
Simone: Ok. The key to this is to relax and let your mind wonder. I usually close my eyes because you get the best effect.
Omari: Aiight, I can try this.
Simone dipped his hands in the cool water and then into the warm paint. India Arie’s “Ready For Love” came on and Simone sang along as she guided Omari’s hands over the canvas. Omari looked around and noticed the white candles that were sending a vanilla sent through the room. The whole atmosphere was ardent and emotive so he couldn’t help the urge he had inside to kiss her neck. But he didn’t want to push things and have another “shutdown” episode. Little did he know that Simone’s mind was in the opposite place.
Simone: Omari, are your eyes closed?
Omari: Yeah. Why?
Simone: (dipping his hands in the bucket of water) Just making a mental note.
Simone took his hands out of the water and to Omari’s surprise glided then across her stomach and then breasts. Omari took the open opportunity to kiss, touch, and feel. Simone closed her eyes and bit her lip as Omari kissed her collarbone and gently stroked her inner thighs. With Avant’s “Say Yes” playing the mood was right and Omari was ready to get what he had been waiting for but then his cell phone rang. He tried to ignore it at first but the constant ringing became annoying.
Simone: Just answer it already.
Omari: (continuing to kiss her neck) Naw, it’s all right.
Simone: (turning her head so they were face to face) O, answer it. It must be important for them to be ringing your phone off the hook. (kissing his lips) I’m not going anywhere.
Omari: (looking into her eyes) Aiight. I’ll be right back.
Omari took his phone call into the hallway.
Omari: Hello.
Female: What took you so long to answer the phone?
Omari: I’m busy and who the hell is this?
Female: Names aren’t important right now. I hope you’re not with that art teacher chick.
Omari: (looking down on the phone’s caller ID and seeing “Unlisted Number”) Yo, who the hell is this?
Female: I hope she knows how you are Mr. Romeo because I’d hate for her to find out the hard way.
Omari: Look, whoever you are, I’m not down for playin’ games.
Female: Forget games nigga…cause playtime is over.
Just like that the person hung up. Omari just stared at his phone knowing he’d have to change his number again. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten prank calls. Then his phone rang again.
Omari: Hello.
Female: Oh, and tell your girl to watch her back.
Click. Omari couldn’t make out the voice. He could barely tell some of the girls he had been messing with apart from their faces so how was he going to recognize a voice. Then he thought about Simone. He didn’t want her to get wrapped up in his mess. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he jumped.
Simone: O?
Omari: (turning to her like everything was ok) Girl, you scared the mess out of me.
Simone: (seeing the look in his eyes) Is something wrong?
Omari: Naw…I just gotta make a run.
Simone: Aiight, I guess we’ll finish up some other time. (smiling and blushing a little) The painting I mean.
Omari; (smiling back to put her at ease) Aiight bet. (kissing on her cheek) I look forward to it…the painting I mean.
Omari drove home and that night had a dream that someone was after Simone. He woke up in a cold sweat and picked up the phone.
Simone: (groggily) Hello.
Omari: Hey, Monie it’s O. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
Simone: (yawning) Well that’s quite thoughtful of you Omari but it’s 3 in the morning.
Omari: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.
Simone: It’s all right. I guess I’m not used to all this attention.
Omari: I’m not used to giving it either. Go back to sleep.
Simone: (yawning again) Speak to you later.
Simone hung up and Omari just sat up in his bed. Was he actually beginning to care about somebody other than himself? Just the thought of it would’ve scared the shit out of him a month ago but then he met Simone…
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