He was a bit taller than me. He was standing so close in front of me looking down into my eyes. He grabbed my hands and said,
"If you ever need me ..you know how to call."
I looked at him , almost starstruck.
"Okay..." I said awkwardly kind of smirking.
Back in 7th grade I had a huge crush on Ricky. He was so hood that I never ever would have gone for him. He was just nice to look at , you know? You can look but you can't touch. After 7th grade I never saw him again up until here recently. He just started showing back up out of nowhere..
He was this kind of light skinned boy, he always had this lazy look on his face and he was about 6ft tall. He had dreads. They were always pretty short but now all these years later they'd grown some. He just looked like a troubled guy all around.
This morning I got up to get the mail. Still had on my pajamas, my short basketball shorts and a tank top. (Something I should have probably stayed in the house wearing). When I was turning around to go back up the stairs to my door I heard a mans voice calk out "hey miss lady go put some clothes on" I turn my head like who the hell is this?? I look and I see Ricky. I froze up and just flashed a smile. He crossed the street and came over to me.
"Keah right? That was your name?
"Uh yeah but you can call me Keke"
"Hey keke you remember me? " he said in this smooth voice.
"Um yeah elementary school right?"
I had to pretend I didn't remember him so it wouldn't look so weird.
"Yup I thought you forgot..."
"No no no I remember you were a grade ahead of me " I said smiling but not to eagerly.
Right then there was an awkward silence and he made direct eye contact with me. His look was so piercing. He smelled so good. He we were 20 years old still acting like 13 year olds.
I threw the mail on the ground and made it look like I dropped it to break the awkward moment up. He bent down and picked my mail up for me, he grabbed the magazine and gave himself a paper cut.
"Shit," he shook his finger , it was bleeding kind of bad. "You got any band aids?"
"Yeah come on in..have a seat I'll go get you one. "
He came in the house behind me , I could feel him staring at my ass in the shorts. It excited me some how but I kept my cool. I left him on the couch in the first room of the house and told him to wait here while I go get his bandaid.
I was in the bathroom thinking to myself;
Oh my god. He's in my house and he was checking ME out. I know I have a boyfriend who I love very much and I know he feels the same way. I just can't let this chance pass with Ricky. I know if he's interested its just because he wants to fuck. Hell, me too I just wanna fuck too. Our little secret?
What am I thinking. This man came in here because he needed a band aid, not ass. Whos to say I'm not just overreacting and he was never being flirtatious?
I walked back into the living room. He was still there layed up on my couch. Just like a hood nigga . Just like I was beginning to like.
"Can you put the band aid on for me?"
I bent down and grabbed his finger and wrapped the bandaid around it. I peeped him looking at my chest that whole time.
Maybe I WAS right. Maybe he really did want me.
