Page 11 of Finesse
“Now do I look like I’ll be out on a golf course channeling my inner Tiger “I’m not a Negro” Woods?”
Cameron grins at my corny joke and walks over to me. He stands behind me and I feel his body pressed up against mine. He’s a lot more muscular than I thought and he hides it very well underneath his clothing. “It’s about the knees, too. Slightly bend them. That’s it. Now take the club. You’re going to swing slightly; it’s not a baseball bat.” He puts his hands on top of mine. “Lift up like this and then go.” I feel his warm breath on my neck as we watch the ball roll into the hole. “You’re a pro.”
My brain is dizzy and it’s only been a couple of hours. I wonder if he has this effect on every girl. Actually, no. Iknowhe does. “Thank you, teacher.”
“You’re welcome.” He moves away from me and my body mourns at the loss. I turn to face him and I feel the energy exchange between us like an ebb and flow. It feels too natural and too right, yet it also feels too soon.
Now I’m stuck between wondering what role I want to play – the naïveté who knows nothing and want the dangerous new guy to show her the ways? Or do I want to be that thot who takes charge and asks questions later? This is what I get for listening to Trina.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Cameron’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
I decide to chance it. Maybe I am a big ol’ freak. “Can you show me that move again? I think I might have missed a few things.”
Cameron’s lips turn into a sensual upward curve. I made the play and he accepted. “Sure.” He walks over to me again and stands behind me. His body is pressed even closer than it was before. I feel all of him on me and my pussy becomes slick with desire. “Bend your knees. Just like that.” His lips are on my earlobe. “Now make sure your waist still has good posture. Move your arms ever so slightly and putt.” There’s not even a ball in front of me but that’s not the point of all of this. “There you go. Got it.”
“Um…”I’m trying to think now and it’s becoming incredibly hard to concentrate. “I think I do.”
“Good.” He purrs. I stand up and turn around. Before I can even think, Cameron’s lips are on mine. He licks his way inside, first as a nibble, then a full-blown taste. He wraps his arms around my body as he deepens the kiss, consuming me and setting my body on fire.
I lose my fingers into his dark hair and pull him closer to me, licking the inside of his mouth and playing with his tongue. My body is vibrating and the light thump in my panties tells me it wants more.
No, there’ll be another time for that. I just want to savor this moment as long as I can. I still don’t know anything about Cameron and maybe this will be our only date. But I don’t want the magic to end anytime soon.
Cameron pulls away from me and I’m trying not to groan my frustration. He cups my face with one hand and smiles at me. “I could kiss you all night.”
“I want you to.” I kiss the inside of his palm and he groans.
“Soon.” It’s a light promise. I’m not sure what it means and I don’t know if he knows, either. It doesn’t matter.
We hear snickering from around the corner and turn around. A group of men are looking at our direction and making comments. I’m sure seeing a Black girl on a date with a white guy is still pretty taboo in parts of the Black community, and it’s clear those guys are having a field day with us.
They’re pointing, rolling their eyes, and laughing at us, while their non-bBack dates chuckle. Pot calling kettle black, much? I don’t even bother with them. I know if we just ignore them, we can enjoy the rest of our date. “Come on, let’s go to the next hole.” I grab his hand.
“Just a second.” Cameron reaches down to pick up our clubs. “I need to speak with them for a moment.”
This has makings ofI want to speak with your managerall over it. “Cam, just forget it. If we ignore them, they’ll leave us alone.” I plead.
Cameron turns to me with serious eyes and a weird tension is between us. “Someone disrespects you, they’re disrespecting me.” He walks over to the men and I quickly follow him. I hope my presence will diffuse any tension.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” He approaches the men.
The guys shake their heads and smile at Cameron. “No problem at all.” One of them says as the other snicker.
“Good, good. I hope to enjoy the rest of my night. I hope you enjoy yours, too.” Cameron smiles. It’s a confident smile but also one that silently saysI will make a scene and everyone will believe me over y’all.
He begins to walk away but he comes back with a bigger smile. He points to one in the group; the one making the loudest noise. “You run with Tre’s crew, don’t you?” Cameron asks as he snaps his fingers. “Deuce, right?” The man remains silent. “Yeah, I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen you around. Nice whip you got there. You still push that souped-up Camry?” There are eye-rolls and headshakes from the group. “Anyway, I just wanted to say hello. Oh, and one last thing: before you intimidate someone, please be certain that person doesn’t know where you live or anyone important and special to you. You never know when someone might get a surprise visit from the authorities and oops…something bad might happen to someone’s nana who uses oxygen to get around.” The smiles from the group quickly disappear as Cameron leans in to the group. “And we don’t want that, do we?”
Four
I know I shouldn’t ask.
I know it’s none of my Black ass business.
But I have to know. Cameron effectively shut down a group rolling about 10 deep without a blink. He also issued a threat with a brilliant smile. In any other circumstance, we probably would’ve been taunted and followed for the rest of the night.
Instead, we were left alone. He put the fear of God into that group and I want to know who exactly is this white boy I’m on a date with? “What was that back there?”
Cameron focuses on the road as he nods his head to Mobb Deep. “Nothing.” He glances over at me. “Nothing that beautiful mind needs to worry about.”
