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“I’m good!” My mouth replied in haste and he chuckles. There goes the thump in my panties again. I slowly kneel down and feel my knees touch fabric. My second knee hits the fabric and I’m kneeling. This is anything but sexy.
“You can lay down now.” He suggested and I follow his lead. “And you can take the blindfold off now.”
I take off the blindfold and look around. I immediately recognize it as the botanical gardens. We’re laying side by side on a blanket, looking up at the stars. It was exactly what I wanted to do and he made sure it happened.
I would quickly learn that would be Cameron’s M.O. for the duration of our relationship – whatever I wanted, I received.
Even if it meant he killed someone for it.
“If you look to your left, you can see the Big Dipper.” He pointed up at the sky. “Always follow the three stars in a row.”
I didn’t care about the Big Dipper, though I played along. We were laying next to each other, our hands touching but not interlocked, and he calmly talked about the stars with an app on his phone.
When I began to get cold, Cameron covered me with a blanket and laid on top of it to give us a buffer. He was incredibly respectful despite how intimate we were.
Cameron was real smooth and I don’t think this was something he did with a lot of women. I also don’t want to think I would be different andthe onehe would do it for.
By the time we were done looking up at the stars and talking about everything and anything, it was already late at night. The time on his iPhone told me it was past midnight and we’d been at the gardens for at least three hours.
Three magical hours.
“Are you ready to go, Tay?”
I wasn’t, but I didn’t know what else we could do that was chaste. “Um, yeah. I’m ready.” Cameron stood up and helped me stand. As I fixed myself to look presentable, I noticed three men in strategically placed corners. They were wearing suits and looked an awfully lot like Secret Service men.
“Are they with you?” I nodded to the men.
Cameron had a small smile. “They’re for our protection.” He didn’t offer any other details and I knew better than to ask. For all I knew, it was probably connected to his Senator father.
He drove me back to the apartment and it’s party night. It seems like there are three parties going on at once and no shortage of weed, liquor, and vaping for everyone. Cameron walks me up to my apartment and we enter it. Meadow and Hayley aren’t home, which means it’s just air and opportunity for me and Cameron.
He walks up to my door and waits for me to open it. I reluctantly turn around and smile at him. “I guess this is it.” No response from him. “Thank you for a lovely time. I had a lot of fun.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiles at me. “I would love to take you out again if you want to.”
I would love to!The teenage me jumps out and I push her back down before she can act a fool. I clear my throat. “I would love to.” My voice is calm and collected.
Cameron closes the distance between us and caresses my face before he pulls me in for another searing kiss. His lips devoured me as his tongue gently searched for mine. My hands became lost in his hair as an unfamiliar thumping began in my panties.
Blood rushed in my ears as I pulled Cameron closer to me. I didn’t believe in putting out on the first night but at that moment, I can most certainly see why a lot of women do. My panties became slick with desire and I wanted him.
He pulled away and left me aching and breathless. “I’ll call you tomorrow, beautiful.” He kissed my forehead and left.
I rushed inside and closed the door behind me. I needed to catch my breath. Who was that man? Did he do that to every woman or just me? Would I ever get used to it?
There was only one way to find out.
Five
Fresh Espresso wasn’t like any coffee shop in town; it had soul.
When one walked in, there were numerous photos of all of the Black greats: MLK, Malcolm X, the Obamas, Michael Jackson, Prince, and countless others.
There were memories of how far we’ve come with ‘Whites only’ signs, and those cartoon caricatures of what white people thought we looked like with the bug eyes and fat pink lips.
Local achievements were always celebrated. School valedictorians and the typical ‘First Black to’ records.
My daddy always made sure the shop was for everyone. He appreciated all races and all faces in different spaces, as long as people knew not to come at him with the bullshit.
