Untitled Chapter 2

Damn. Carlisha looks so damn good in those jeans. They hugging those hips just right. She smelt so good when I hugged her I didn't want to let go. She was wearing that coconut lime spray that I like. Just sitting here talking to her my dick is so hard.
"Damn baby. You look so good. I'm glad that you came to see me." I couldn't stop smiling.
She didn't talk much. I think she is embarrassed to be here but I needed her to be here.

I know that I fucked up, but I did it all for her. When I met Carlisha she was working at a retail store selling baby clothes. When I spotted her I knew I was going to hit that. By the way she catered to me when I was buying the stroller for my sister's baby shower, I knew she would be a great lover. I wasn't wrong. Matter of fact, she blew my mind. She put it on me big time. I've been hooked ever since. That's why I did what I did. I wanted Carlisha to have the best of everything. Yeah, I was the shit in my office. The only brother in the Accounting department. Although I was making the good bucks, I wasn't making enough to give Carlisha what I wanted her to have.
She had a "hood" mentality. She hadn't been anywhere or seen anything, so I wanted to expose her to the finer things. I bought her a new car, moved her out of her mama's house, and took anywhere she wanted to go. She deserved that. She was my lady. Keon only dealt with the classiest ladies, so I had to upgrade her in order for her to be with me.

"Make sure you go by mama's house. She's gonna give you a few dollars for your pocket. How are you doing?"
I'm not stupid by a long shot. I made sure my mama stashed sime money for me. I knew that something like this could happen, so I have an account in my dad's bame that my mama put a few hundred thousand for me. I love Carlisha but I couldn't ket her now that, because I couldn't afford to let her walk away with my money. Then I would have to kill her. I know this is hard for her, but if she holds out and stands by me, she will definitely reap the benefits.

I'm sitting across this smug motherfucker and I just want to slap the shit out of him. He's so smiling so hard, showing all of those tacky ass gold teeth. What the fuck was he thinking?
I used to think Keon was the deal. He had given me so much. We took all types of trips. Bahamas, Aruba, Mexico, the Poconos, just name it, we've been there. He upgraded me. I can definitely say that. I went from a Honda Civic to a BMW. I was moved from my apartment in "da hood", as he called it, to a gated apartment complex. He tod me that I needed to be exposed to the finer things of life.
We spent hours upon hours shopping. He stayed fresh to death, on all occasions. Hell, sometimes, he was cleaner than me. I loved when we rolled in his Navigator. I thought I was the shit when I was with him. We attended company parties and I thought that I was rather lucky to be on the arm of the VP of Accounting for Transform Insurance Company. Keon was the youngest, and only African American male, in that department. All the other black males were in Sales, but not my man.
Now look at the bastard. Sitting there in an orange jumpsuit, talking to me through glass two inches thick, though a freaking telephone receiver. Hilarious!
"I miss you, too", I smile and blow a kiss at him. I really want to punch him in his SHIT! While he is going on and on about his daily life at Blades federal Correctional Institute, I'm mad as hell because I have had to move back home with my mama, pick up another shift at my job, and go to getting my hair and nails done every two weeks, instead of weekly. And I had spent $50.00 to fill my car up with gas to come and see his ass. I AM NOT a happy camper.

At what point in my life will I finally get it together? Here I am preparing for yet another date with another married or otherwise taken man. I have to admit, it's been five months since the last loser and I really need to be with this man. Do you know how you can just tell that something is good? That's how I feel about this one.
He has big broad shoulders,big hands and feet, dark chocolate skin, and his touch..... whew!! I get moist whenever he even touches my hand so imagine what will happen if he lays me out on the bed and explores my body.
No. he is not the most educated man, but I'm not picky like my friend Sonya. She has certain requirements of her men. They have to have their own house, their own car, make over $65,000 a year, and have no children or grown children. She tells her dates right from day one that she is looking for a man to take care of her.
Sonya is a nurse so she doesn't need a man to take care of her, but she has been a single mother for 21 years. She feels that she has the right to be taken care of and pampered. Hell, I ain't mad at her. I want that too, but when I'm lonely, I just want SOMEONE.

Although I don't have the same standards as Sonya, I do have some things that will piss me off, like this bastard being late. I also hate when they have their phones on and it won't stop ringing and they act like they don't even hear the fucking phone, when everyone is the restaurant can. Then when we have conversation, they talk about their wife or their girlfriend. Sometimes I am curious and may ask a question or two about their significant other but I don't like it when they decide to go on and on or keep bringing them up.

I also don't like when they tell me that their relationship is on the rocks or they are no longer together crap. First of all, they are probably lieing. Second, even they are on the rocks, it doesn't matter to me anyway, so there is no need to pretend. Yes, I want my own man but until I find him, I sample other people's man.

The bell finally rings. Now I have to reapply my body mist and my lipstick because I have been sitting around waiting for some dude, who will probably have some lame ass excuse.
"Coming"! I yell. I can't wait until later tonight when those words will have more meaning. I step into the mist that I sprayed into the air. Tonight felt like a pineapple night, so that's the fragrance that I chose. I reapplied my lipgloss, checked my hair, and readjusted my "girls" in my very low cut wraparound dress that I was wearing. I looked damn good, if I say so myself.
I opened the door to that gorgeous smile and had to step back. Not only did the brotha look good as hell, he smelled good as hell, too.
Tim was dressed in brown slacks with a pink shirt,(not every brotha can pull that off), with a brown and pink tie. He gave me a hug and I didn't want to let go.
"These are for you, beautiful." He threw that dazzling smile on me and the lame excuse that he did give me about having a late meeting, yadda yadda, was irrelevant.
"I have reservations at Copeland's for us. I hope that's okay with you?"
"That's one of my favorite places. I love Copeland's. I can eat just the cheesecake." We both laughed. I was serious, though. Copeland's Cookie Dough Cheesescake was the deal!
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Our dinner and walk throuh Atlantic Station was nice. I liked being wrapped in Tim's arms. It felt good to be romanced him. However, I was not going to let my guard down. Besides, I haven't had any of his goods yet. Sex was important to me. That's why I screwed my men wothin the first week, the first month no later, to make sure that I wasn't wasting time on a man that couldn't satisfy me.
We drove to Tim's apartment in Tim's Nissan Altima. You could tell it was a bachelor's pad. His fashion sense was totally male persuaded. Everything was black or brown, absolutely no color. He had a king sized bed, which made me happy. We didn't bother with the chit chat, we got right down to business. Have you ever seen one of those movies when the couple starts ripping each other's clothes off as soon as they get in the door? That was us. I thought he was going to fuck me on the wall. Which may have been nice?.

It started off awkward at first, but once we got in our groove, it was pretty good. He was a "just right" guy. He was not small but not too big. He was just right. At least I could feel him. The last guy I was with I damn near fell asleep on him because I didn't know whether he was in it or not.
Tim lasted longer than I expected. A plus for him. The next round I took control. I was riding him like a cowgirl. I could feel every inch of him. We were both so caught up in the moment. My head was thrown back and my eyes were closed and I could feel him tense up. He was about to explode.
"Hell yeah!" I yelled.
"Yes baby! I'm about to cum!, he yelled.
"Oh shit, Javon! I yelled. Before I even got it out of my mouth, I knew that I had fucked up.