loving Her From A Distance

Slow Grind (part 1)

After seeing her with him I was even more pissed than when I found out they were together. And when they kissed that was it, something in me just snapped. Me and chyna headed back to my place so that I could calm Down before I caught a body.

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11:30pm
Erica Apartment
(Chyna's Idea)

"Please, please, pleeeeeease? You know it'll be fun. It's been weeks since we went out together, and you owe me one after the Toni incident last month," chyna whined.

She was talking about one of my many conquest after the break up with Cyn.

"Very funny, but miscreant is more apt a nickname," I countered. "Light skin and a fat ass do not make a sex god. You know I regretted going home with her so doesn't that count for something?"

She laughed but didn't relent. "Then don't do something else you'll regret, like turning down an awesome evening with Yours Truly. Come on. I'm going whether you join me or not. Don't make me go dancing alone, Erica," she pleaded with a sad puppy voice.

She always knew just what to say to guilt me into anything. There was no way I would let her go clubbing by herself. She knew how protective I got when she was involved in the mix.

I sighed into the phone and thought, Dammit, I'm going out, aren't I? She knew she had me.

"She squealed with delight and barked,"sexiest dress You've got twenty minutes!" Fuck!

I swore under my breath. No talking her out of it now.

It was Saturday night, our usual night to get wild when I used to live here. We'd made it a tradition since we finished high school. Almost every weekend we hit the town and hit it hard. She was right, of course. I knew I'd have a good time, because we always did. But tonight I was having difficulty mustering the willpower to peel myself off the couch. As pathetic as it was, I was looking forward to a lazy night at home in my pajamas, Pringles in hand and the Scandal marathon box set ready to go. Plus I was in no mood to party because of what occurred earlier today at Starbucks. I grunted and slowly, resentfully, got up. Olivia Pope would have to wait.

I dragged myself to my wardrobe and changed into a lacy black pushup bra, black thong, and a gray, bell sleeve Jersey dress that revealed plenty of cleavage and even more thigh. I slid on my favorite pair of black, booties, donned a few pieces of trendy jewelry, and stood in front of the mirror. I checked the time. She'll be barging through the door in ten, I thought. Just enough time to tame the mane.

I plugged in my straightener, spritzed in some leave-in protectant and coconut oil, and went to work, turning the frizzy black mess on my head into long, straight, shiny locks that flirted with my lower back. I did a final check, took a deep breath, and smiled at my reflection just as I finish Chyna came careening through my apartment door and into my bedroom.

"That is NOT your sexiest dress," she said, plopping down on my bed. She was wearing her usual club attire - an incredibly short, skin-tight number in a geometric pattern. Her curly, shoulder length weave bobbed around her face, making her look like a busty Marilyn Monroe.

"oh come on, you don't think this one screams, 'Fuck me'?" I asked as I spun for her. She studied me for a minute, then replied, "actually, it's pretty smoking. It shows just enough skin to leave them panting. Makes you look more like a sultry vixen than the total slut I know you to be. You might be on to something,Erica."

I laughed. "Good, because the real message here is, 'I'd rather be in my pajamas.'"

She scowled at me, grabbed my hand, and headed for the door, exclaiming, "Let's go, hotness. New York is waiting!"