16/Danielle
I waited until I was sure Calvin was home before I called his house. He answered on the first ring.
“Hey, I was just getting ready to get dressed so that I can come and pick you up.”
My heart was pounding rapidly. “Calvin, I don’t feel good tonight. Can we hang out tomorrow instead?”
He paused and I could tell he was disappointed. “Sure, tomorrow’s fine. You need me to come over and bring you something?”
“No,” I said with a sigh. “I’ve had a long, stressful day and didn’t get much sleep last night. All I need is a hot bath, ibuprofen, and some sleep.”
“I could come over and wash your back?”
I groaned inwardly. Why couldn’t he just take no for an answer? “No, because if you come over we’re gonna have something else on our minds, and as much as I want you, baby, I’m just too tired.”
“I understand,” he said, although his voice said he really didn’t. “Okay, then, tomorrow it is. Go get some rest.”
“Thanks, Calvin. You’re too good to me.”
“Never that, baby. I love you.”
I rolled my eyes at the ceiling and wanted to kick myself for getting in this mess in the first place. “I love you, too.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, I dashed into my room and started weeding through my closet. You got a date with a fine-ass nigga tonight! I needed something sexy as hell to show Chance just what he was up against. I was no joke and wanted to make that loud and clear.
At the back of my closet, I located a pair of black jeans that I had never worn and paired it with a burgundy turtleneck sweater. I was ironing the outfit when my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but something told me it was Chance.
“Hey, sexy, you ready to roll?”
I smiled. Chance sounded so good on the phone. “Almost.”
“All right. Give me your address and I’ll see you at eight.” I gave him directions to my house, then hurried to get ready.
I was so looking forward to this evening that I probably was too anxious. But Chance was fine and something about him turned me on. He spelled b-a-d-b-o-y, and that was something every woman wanted in her life.
I rushed into the shower. While reaching for my washcloth, I allowed it to graze my left nipple and Calvin came to mind.
His touch was always soft and gentle. But what I was dying for was something hard and rough, the way it used to be between me and Ron.
I closed my eyes, feeling guilty that I was even thinking about screwing someone else when I already had what some would consider the perfect man.
If he’s so perfect then why aren’t you happy?
I pushed Calvin from my mind. I wasn’t going to think about him tonight.
Instead, I allowed myself to think about Chance and the evening ahead.
I stroked my clit and couldn’t help but hope that maybe by this evening it would be his juicy lips I would feel grazing my pussy instead of my own hand.
Since Ron’s disappearing act, I had been riding my dildo on a regular.
But no matter how many times I made myself come, it in no way compared to a fat dick with a roughneck attached.
And Chance was just that.
I giggled happily because I knew I could have him tonight if I wanted. I quickly lathered my body and made a mental note to change my sheets before he arrived.
“I’m getting some dick tonight.” I kept chanting that phrase while I got ready.
I slipped into a pair of high-waist jeans and smiled.
The second I saw Renee wearing them, I knew I had to have a pair.
Turning side to side in the mirror, I admired how well they hugged my body.
Even the V-neck sweater emphasized all my curves.
Other than I didn’t have enough breasts to fill it, it looked quite good.
No problem. I reached inside my drawer and pulled out some bra inserts that changed my double As to Bs.
Smiling in the mirror, I was more than pleased with the outcome.
Just enough cleavage to draw attention to my narrow waist and perfect- size hips.
Moving over to my closet, I pulled out a short pair of black stiletto boots I had found while in Kansas City last spring and slipped them on.
You slaying that outfit!
By eight, I was in the living room waiting when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Chance’s fine ass standing on the other side. Whoever said clothes made the man wasn’t lying. That brotha was wearing the hell out of a black Dickies outfit and some Timberland boots.
“Goddamn, you’re fine! I’m gonna be the envy of every nigga in town tonight.”
I grinned at the compliment. It was Friday night and I couldn’t wait to be seen on his arm. Tonight, tongues would be wagging and bitches would be hating.
“You ready to bounce?”
I nodded, reached for my short leather jacket and purse off the couch and locked the door behind us.
Chance helped me into a black Yukon and I couldn’t help but think, “This mothafucka is living large!” as he came around to the other side and climbed in.
Music boomed from his speakers and the bass caused the SUV to vibrate.
“Yo ride is nice.”
“Thanks, baby girl. Now sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Looking at Chance, I couldn’t help but to think about riding something else. I discreetly looked out the comer of my eyes to check if I could see an imprint of his dick on the side of his leg and couldn’t, but there was definitely a bulge at his crotch, which could be a good sign.
He leaned low in the seat and drove with one hand. Chance looked so fine sitting there, I felt my pussy pulse. And when he looked over and winked and gave me that sexy-ass smile showing off his grill, I about came on myself. Oh, hell yeah, I was getting some of that tonight.
Damn, you forgot to change the sheets!
We pulled up to a small juke joint and as he drove through the parking lot, heads turned.
I leaned back proud and had to keep from laughing when I saw a few haters turn and look my way and gasp when they saw me sitting on the passenger’s side.
I gave them a look that said, “Yeah, bitch, it’s me.
And this is my nigga.” Our date had just started and I was already calling Chance mine.
Yep, you better believe I planned to do whatever it took to make that shit a fact.
He captured my eyes with his. “We not gonna stay long. I just need to holla at someone and then we can go and get something to eat.”
I nodded like it was no big deal. Shit, I was glad to be out with everyone seeing who I was with. I hadn’t but just met Chance and apparently he was someone special, because as we moved through the building brothas were giving him mad love.
He took me by the hand and guided me through the crowd to the VIP section and told me to have a seat at the bar while he went in back.
“Hey, Yo-Yo! Fix my girl here a drink,” he yelled to the chick behind the bar before he disappeared in back. The barmaid moved over to me and I could tell she was sizing me up, hating.
“What can I get you?”
“Patron and pineapple.”
She rolled her eyes and went to fix my drink. I kept my gaze on her every move. The way she was looking at me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to spit in my glass.
When she returned, I told her thank you, then looked around the room while I sipped my drink. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and the place was already lit. A toothless brotha tried to holla at me but I sent him on his way and made it clear I had a man. I smiled. I have a man. I like the sound of that.
“What you doing here?” said a familiar voice.
I cursed softly and swung around to find Ron standing behind me. As usual he smelled like weed. I rolled my eyes and tried to act like my heart wasn’t pounding at seeing him again. “None of ya damn business,” I replied with attitude.
He shrugged. “Yo, I just asked a question.”
“You gave up that right when you played my ass that night. What? You had to run back home to that pregnant bitch?”
He glared down at me. “Payback’s a mothafucka.”
“Whatever! I told you I was sorry.”
He smirked. “Oh, you gon be sorry, that’s fo sho.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
Before he could respond, I spotted Chance heading my way, and he didn’t look so happy.
“Do we have a problem here?” he asked as he drew near.
Ron sized him up, then reached inside his pocket for a cigar and smirked. “Nah, no problem.”
“Then you need to quit trying to push up on my girl.”
Ron gave a short laugh. “Nigga, you getting my sloppy leftovers,” he said, then chuckled and rolled out.
“Whassup wit y’all?” Chance asked with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
“Nothing. Not anymore,” I assured him as I glared after Ron. I had a feeling he was up to something.
“Good, because I don’t believe in sharing what’s mine.”
For some crazy-ass reason, knowing that he already considered me his turned me on. I forgot all about Ron and focused on the man in front of me.
Chance ordered himself a beer while I finished my drink. Out of nowhere some tall, light-skinned woman stepped in my man’s path.
“What, Chance? You forget to call me last night?” She turned up her nose.
I could tell he was trying to ignore her. “Nah, I had things to do.”
She glared at me evilly, then returned her attention to him. “What’re you doing tonight?”
“Got plans.”
“Change them and I’ll make it worth your while.”
She stepped all up in my man’s face, blocking my view with her narrow behind.
Oh no she wasn’t disrespecting me like that!
Didn’t she see me sitting here? I was itching to cuss her ass out but then I would be giving her the satisfaction.
Instead, I eased off the stool, moved up to Chance, and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Boo, everything okay?”
He smiled down at me. “Yeah, baby girl, everything’s straight.”
“Baby girl?” the woman repeated with straight attitude. “Now you calling her baby girl? What’s up wit that shit?”
Ignoring her, Chance took my hand and said, “You ready to bounce?”
I nodded and we walked off. I heard someone say, “Girl, no, you didn’t let him play you like that.”