fantasia b.
jennifer and i were going out tonight. i haven't seen her in weeks– she wasn't so happy about me and taraji talking again, but i explained everything– she said she understood, but i know her like the back of my hand and i can tell she's still on edge about this whole thing. we're gonna sit down and talk face to face eventually, but before that, we're gonna party hard tonight.
i was checking myself out in tarajis huge mirror when she walked in. minding the business that pays her could be hard for her sometimes.
"aye, let me call you back, mama– yeah, love you too." she hung up and placed her phone down, "you look good as shit. where we going in that?"
"thank you, but we are not going anywhere. im going out with jen."
"and you wearing that?" she gave me a skeptical look.
"yes, is that a problem?"
"nah, but ion need niggas getting the wrong idea."
"if they do that's my business, not yours. we are not together, so therefore, i don't have to limit who i talk to or throw my booty on."
"so? you still my son mama and i wanna make sure you good. one dance, and you end up in the back of an unknown car."
"what? taraji shut up. nobody's getting into an unknown fucking car. im not that kind of woman."
no one has touched me in a year and some months. im more than cautious about who i let touch me. after the shit she pulled, i dont think i want to give anyone else a try before i actually get to know who they are.
"i wasn't saying it like that."
"okay, well, im always alert." i grabbed my earrings and went in her bathroom.
"call me if you need me to pick you up or something." she stood in the doorway of the bathroom with her arms folded.
she scanned over my outfit once more before looking up at me with those eyes. something tingled. i rolled my eyes and shook my head to get the vision out of my head.
"what shoes you wearing?"
"shit. i knew i was forgetting something– i have some really, really cute heels. they're in the bedroom on the floor, get them for me please." while she did that, i checked my phone for the time.
sitting at the foot of her bed, i awaited her arrival. i had about 20 more minutes until it was time to walk out of that door. im barely on time for anything, but since its my first seeing her since i been back here, i wanna be on time– im going to be on time.
"you talking bout these?" she came back holding them in the air.
"yes, can you put them on me?"
"yeah, lay back." she bit her bottom lip.
"taraji, stop." i smiled.
"what am i doing? i just said lay back for me."
"yeah, and you did the lip thing. im not laying back. ill lift my leg, and you get on your knees."
"fuck i look like getting on my knees? you need to learn how to word shit."
"i wish you'd stop acting like you're not a bottom."
"a bottom? what that mean?"
"you let me bend you over."
"fantasia– you know what, you put that shit on yourself."
"wait, okay, i apologize– put them on, please. im done with the jokes."
"scoot up and lay back." i moved a little into the middle and sat up on my elbows so i wouldn't mess up my hair, "did you put underwear on?" she stood to her feet and held my ankle up to her stomach.
