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Date Posted: 00:14:59 07/24/02 Wed
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's message, "Re: Diva B Productionz Presents...*Another Black Story*" on 00:10:46 07/24/02 Wed
“Hey sweetie. Miss me?” I asked kissing him on the cheek. He smiled clicking off the phone with whoever he was talking to. He is dead gorgeous and wrong for coming to the door looking that good. No shirt on and gray Sean John boxers. I’d hurt him. I hadn’t been in his house since…last month when I helped baby sit his little sister.
“So, who was that on the phone Reg?” I asked sitting on the couch in front of their television on BET. I wanted to check the previews because I heard B2K was going to be on something. I hadn’t been able to keep track of their appearances lately. “My coach. He was wondering about the acceptance I got from UT. You know I’m not really aiming for UT and surely not to move all the way to Texas. Shit, Cali is my home, ya know?”
“Um, I still think it’s a good opportunity because UT is a high class school. They get some of the best students and stuff.”
“Ah, you ain’t getting soft on me are you girl? USC or Duke, I wouldn’t mind, BUT I ain’t got a chance from them yet. I don’t want to go somewhere and I don’t enjoy myself and like the place. You know?” He replied slipping on a black Sean John tee shirt.
“I hear you”
“Fa sho. Like your hopes and dreams…”
“Yeah”
“I just got my mind set and hoping that somebody will recognize me,” He replied flopping down on the couch next to me.
“Same here sweetie, same here”
“So, what it be yo? You feelin’ alright?”
I looked over at him like he was crazy. He just came off with this new talk. “Why you talking like that? You ain’t from New York,”
“I know. I’m just playin with you”
“Yeah, right”
It got quiet for a second while he was sitting there stroking my hand like I was about to die or something. I was actually looking forward to doing something like…well, you know. I ain’t no hoe or nothing, but I need what I need. He was procrastinating this. It wasn’t like I was rushing, but I was looking forward to it for like…five or six months. Last fling was about a year ago with Dylan Rogers. He’s mixed and straight up from New York talkin’ that mess they be talkin’. He sounds cute for so long, but it really gets annoying. We dated a few weeks and actually all it really was lust and a little “play game”. We hooked up everyday after school to do a little somethin’ somethin’ and I wasn’t gon’ front, that’s all really wanted too. What’s messed up is that he moved a month later. I was a bad girl. I wasn’t really a bad girl because it happened only like four times because his mom made him go out and get a job. Parents.
My first time though was actually kinda regretful now that I think about it because the boy I was dating at the time I now despise like Satan himself. He’s hardheaded and rude and none other than Rodney. The nigga who embarrassed him my freshman year. I think the only reason he keeps bothering me because I broke up with him. I wasn’t feeling him anymore. I can’t help that. Actually, he was really sweet, funny and so adorable when we were in the eighth grade. He still is, but he ain’t my type no more especially after the way he’s acted towards me. It happened the night of the eighth grade prom. His mama rented a limo and of course we were rollin’ up to prom crunk with Resha and her date. Resha’s his cousin. After prom, we went to IHOP to eat and Rodney game me a rose. I was feeling so special. We were sitting in our booth laughing and talking when Jamal came up with his idea to play truth or dare. “Alright, Macy, truth or dare?” Jamal asked.
“Um, dare” I replied.
“Alright. I dare you to go to the limo and do seven minutes with Rodney,” Jamal dared.
“What? Are you serious?”
“You do it, or you have to go to school with your bra worn on the outside of your clothes on Monday”
“Ew! C’mon let’s go Rodney,” I jumped up grabbing Rodney by the arm. I wasn’t scared, but I don’t think I was actually ready for it. We got in the limo just as the driver got out and walked across the street to the cabaret. He locked the doors. I started thinking if I was ready or not, but I really did like Rodney. He was a really sweet boyfriend and Mama liked him and stuff so…why not?
I smiled over at him while he was smiling at me. “What’s up?”
“Um, nothing,” I replied smoothing and admiring my blue suede dress. It was so pretty I wanted to kiss it. I didn’t want to get my dress messed up kissing and messing with him. He was cute but not as cute as I was looking right then. “So, we ain’t gon’ do nothing? Just sit here? That’s boring”
“You ain’t rushin’ me. Ain’t no way…” I folded my arms looking out the window.
“Well, what you wanna do?” He asked smiling and moving in closer to me.
“I want you to get your hand off my thigh. I tell you where you can put your hands and that’s not where I want them”
“Then where?”
“Right in your lap, move!” I pushed away from him. First rule I learned from Resha is that it’s always good to play hard to get.
“You playing hard to get?”
“Are you planning on how to get hard?”
“Ah, you funny” He laughed. I thought I was doing a pretty good job. He turned to the other window and I scooted close over to him and kissed him right on the lips. My first kiss and it was in a limo, in my best dress, with the best guy (I thought). I was just about perfect. From there, it’s history. We did what we had to do and it was scary, but fun. It’s always fun when your folks don’t know. I laughed to myself picturing Rodney’s face looking so nervous, but I wasn’t nervous at all. We had so much fun that night.
“Baby, you heard me?” He gon’ whip, whip it good. Mario, that’s my nigga right there. I don’t think he’s just that crazy as I am, but we can work it out. I continued to think after thinking about my first time. “Macy? What’s wrong?”
I focused my attention back to Reggie. “Oh, nothing, I’m alright. I’m just…happy to be here with my baby,” I tried to compliment to avoid him asking again did I know what he was talking about. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my back. He has really nice hands. I sighed. I guess it wasn’t meant to happen tonight. Damn, he scared? Reggie’s like B2K security sometimes the do what they suppose to do and when things get intense they let yo’ ass down. Fizz got whooped and pulled by females and stuff and I can’t even get none. Ain’t that somethin’?
“You know what? It’s almost half time and I think I better go now”
BIZUMP!!!!!!!
“Darius game, yeah, lemme roll with you. I’ll get some clothes on” He said jumping from the couch we were snuggled on to his room to change. I didn’t even remember inviting him but I guess.
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