Pretty Fly for a White Guy: The Complete Series Collection (28 page)

“Alright, we’ll see. Either way it doesn’t matter because it’s all about what you want.”

“If that was true me and you would be in my bed right now,” he hinted.

“Very funny, you know what I mean,” I said before I threw my dinner napkin at him.

Once we got into his car after we left the restaurant, neither one of us was ready to go home, and we didn’t want to be amongst any crowds so we just drove around Atlanta. I always loved seeing it at night. Everyone walked around as if they didn’t have a care in the world, and I think that’s what makes it so special.

Desmond held my hand the entire time that he was driving.

“Nights like this just feel perfect,” he said.

“I know, sometimes feel like I never want them to end. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do but I love being around you uninterrupted.”

“We really should take advantage of this time,” he said as he kissed the back of my hand suggestively. I was entranced as his tongue dipped between my pointer and ring finger suggestively, and I moistened as I envisioned him doing that to my nether region. His tongue was doing some amazing things to my fingers, and I wanted so much more.

“You better cut it out,” I gasped, “You’ve got skills.”

“I would love to be able to show you just how extensive my skills are,” he said in a low voice.

The temperature shot up ten degrees in my body because my interest was piqued. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the hormones that had begun raging in my body. I couldn’t allow my body to dictate what was going to happen and end up with regrets in the morning. Soon after we were parked in front of his place, and the anticipation was killing me.

He leaned over and unbuckled my seat-belt. I took my cue from him and kissed him as his body covered mines. We were on the same page because his response was immediate, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck so that our kiss could deepen. He tasted of the spearmint gum that he’d been chewing earlier, and his mouth was cool against my own. Our tongues entangled as our breathing became ragged. I lost myself in him as I pushed him back against his seat, and I was suddenly grateful that he drove a Range Rover. I broke myself from his kiss and pushed the button on the side of his seat until it pushed away from the steering wheel.

I slid from my seat and straddled him before I claimed his mouth again. My skater skirt easily hiked around my waist, and his hard cock was pressed against my center. I moaned as I moved back and forth against him, simulating the sex that I so badly wanted. His hands roamed under my shirt and slid against my back, and his fingertips caressed my spine. I cursed all of the barriers between us.

“Want to come upstairs?” He asked.

My gut response was to say yes and to follow him up the stairs, but my reservations were still in the back of my head. I knew that I still wasn’t ready even though my body was singing an entirely different tune. I leaned over and rested my head against his shoulder and adjusted pulled my skirt down.

“I’m so sorry,” I said against his ear feeling ashamed of myself.

How could I expect him to be a gentleman and to respect my wishes if I was sending him mixed signals? I pulled my body from his and returned to my seat as I adjusted my clothing. I cringed when I saw the look of disappointment on his face, especially since I was responsible for it. He had every right to be upset with me because I’d taken things to the next level, and I wasn’t going to make good on my unspoken promise.

He leaned his head against the headrest for a few moments and took deep breaths before he spoke, “Its’ okay, I meant everything that I told you at dinner. I will get over it.”

“Thank you,” I said weakly as he turned on his car, and we headed back towards my house.

During the ride home I had to fight my intense guilt. I wondered if he would stray if I didn’t have sex with him soon. He was being so patient, and I didn’t know many men who would have waited on me. I could only assume that his feelings ran deeper than just ‘like’ for me. He also mentioned our wedding night, and that was a huge indicator that he was thinking about our future. You bring up a wedding to the average man, and he’ll stutter, break out in hives, and then set himself on fire.

I reached across for his hand and brought it to my lips, “I wish you knew just how much I appreciate you.”

“Just being a part of your life and knowing that I’m your man makes me feel appreciated,” he said genuinely.

If I was a burst of light, then I would have shined brighter than the sun at that moment. He was everything that I wanted and needed in a man.

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Chapter9

“I’m from New York baby, we don’t take shit from anyone”

Amanda

A few days later I was walking to meet my girl’s at a restaurant.. I also had to update them about Kenneth showing up at my house randomly and our night out at the pool. I needed to know if they had any dirt on Amelia as well because she was out painting the town red with Loren. It was enough to make me sick. I know that I shouldn’t have cared, but the idea of them being happy upset me. Sure it was a character flaw on my own part but I wasn’t ready to work on it just yet.

I walked into the restaurant and spotted Jasmine, Patrice, and …Amanda. The three of them were obviously having a wonderful conversation because they were all laughing and joking. I stood in the doorway watching them in shock for a few moments. I had no clue what was going on and why she was there. My friends should have known better, but I figured that I would go to the table and give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they just randomly ran across her at the restaurant,
 and she was sitting at a table by herself because that was the only acceptable explanation. I didn’t have a monopoly on my friend’s time, but there are certain boundaries that your friends just aren’t supposed to cross and this was a huge damned boundary. Why didn’t one of them call and warn me?

To prevent myself from stewing in my own anger, I walked to the table and had a seat across from Amanda.

“Hey Ladies,” I said as I gave Patrice and Jasmine the ‘you’re in trouble’ look that we exchange in front of people.

“Hey love,” Jasmine said as she gave me a huge apologetic smile.

“Hey Skinny Minnie,” Patrice said boisterously.

“Hi!” Amanda greeted as she flashed me her million dollar smile.

“Hey, good to see you,” I said.

“You too! The girls already told me what you all enjoy. So I’m going to go and put our order in, everything is on me,” she said before she hopped up and went to the counter.

“What in the hell is going on?” I asked as soon as she was out of ear shot.

“Well Kenneth asked us to show Amanda a wonderful night out since she doesn’t know many people here and she has been a bit lonely,” Jasmine explained.

“
Yeah, it can be lonely out here especially when you don’t know who to befriend or trust,” Patrice chimed in.

I felt a little betrayed because Kenneth had gone behind my back and asked my friends because he knew that I wasn’t going to do it. I didn’t feel like it was fair that he was forcing his fiancé down my throat. Damn, hadn’t I suffered enough? No one told him to bring his fiancé to Atlanta, especially since she didn’t know anyone. He could have at least introduced her to a different circle of friends, why did they have to impose on mine. Needless to say, I was feeling really grumpy regarding the situation and that sake couldn’t come fast enough.

“Also,” Jasmine went on to fill the awkward silence, “Cedric and Kenneth have been hanging out a lot lately. So I’ve been getting to know Amanda a lot better.”

I wanted to reach across the table and shake her. She was supposed to be loyal to me, she was my friend first dammit. But I was pleased to hear that Kenneth was hanging out with Cedric more because that meant that him and Joshua weren’t spending a lot of time together. He needed that weasel to be completely out of his life, but any progress was better than none. So while Kenneth was buttering me up to hang out with Amanda he was working on Jasmine too. Jasmine was always the weak link because she was too nice, and she lacked in her ability to say no. I always admired that quality in her but sometimes it was just terribly inconvenient. Our girls night wasn’t going to be like I envisioned it at all, and most of the things that I wanted to talk about were now off limits. Amazing how Kenneth can get his way with anyone eventually.

“Yeah, she’s really cool. It’s not as if she got with Kenneth in a trifling way either and aren’t you over him?” Patrice asked.

I calmed down the storm that was raging inside of me because there wasn’t any reason to show my ass inside of my favorite place. My friend’s also made some very valid points. Amanda didn’t do anything wrong, and she was an innocent in the entire situation. I would have preferred that she wasn’t around at all but now that she was, I wasn’t going to be rude to her, and she didn’t deserve that. I’d moved on with my life, and it was time that I actually acted like it.

“Fine bitches, I’m going to strangle the both of you for springing this on me without any warning though. You know you two would chew me out if I did something like this to you.”

“I know, but we didn’t know how to bring it to you and so we figured that it would be better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” Jasmine said.

“Yeah, I’ll show you forgiveness,” I mumbled.

“Now that’s the spirit,” Patrice laughed.

Before I could say anything Amanda was coming back to our table with a number. She placed it on the stand, “They said that it will be about 20 minutes.”

“That’s not bad at all,” Jasmine said.

Throughout the dinner I found myself getting caught in Amanda’s spell along with everyone else and it annoyed the hell out of me. I didn’t want to like her, but she was just too nice. Her charm was irresistible. I could see how Kenneth fell for her so quickly, she almost seemed unreal.

“Wow, I’d heard some stories about Amelia but to hear about what she did with your ex is absolutely appalling,” Amanda said in horror and then took a long swig of her beer.

“That bitch was out of control,” Jasmine confirmed, “We were hoping that New York would keep her. There have been random sightings of her and everyone talks about it like they’ve seen Bigfoot.”

We all laughed heartily. I then filled them in on what was going on between me and Desmond. I no longer felt like Amanda was a stranger and the liquor had lowered my inhibitions.

“He’s a saint for waiting on you,” Patrice said, “Because I’m a woman, and I don’t think even I could wait that long for sex from a person that I really cared about.”

“Well I just want to make sure that it’s the right relationship for me before I hop into bed with him,” I said.

“Oh please,” Jasmine said, “If you would have slept with him 6 months ago that would have been hopping into bed with him. You’re slowly crawling your way into bed with him, like a turtle.”

I giggled, “Shut up Jasmine!”

“You and Desmond are so cute together, it’s obvious from the way that he looks at you that he loves you,” Amanda said.

I smiled, “I don’t know about all of that but I do think that he cares about me a great deal.”

“Fuck that, he has to love your ass if he’s waited on you to give it up for this long,” Patrice said before she stuffed a tortilla chip into her mouth.

Amanda shook her head quickly, “Don’t listen to them; you should wait until you’re entirely sure. Sex is something that you can never take back, and you have the right to tell a man to wait. If he doesn’t want to wait them screw em’, but you don’t have that problem because he’s not going anywhere.”

“Thank you Amanda, I’m happy that someone has some sense and some morals around here,” I said.

“
I’ve got your back,” she winked.

Seriously, what planet was this girl from? She was unreal, and I had to tip my hat off to her because it couldn’t have been easy to come here amongst me and my friends. I then just blurted out what I was thinking because my drink had taken over.

“You have black friends back home? Because you’re really comfortable here,” I asked.

“I have a lot of friends back home and they vary in ethnicity.”

“So your friends look like the United Nations?” Patrice asked.

“Hell yeah, the more the merrier baby,” Amanda said.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Jasmine said.

“Okay we’ve gotta stop drinking because all of us have to drive home soon,” I suggested.

“Awww, but I don’t want to be sober. Sober is no fun,” Jasmine said with a pout.

“You especially have to be sober; I don’t need Cedric beating down my door yelling at me,” I said, “We all know that he’s crazy about you.”

“You have a point,” she sighed, “Oh! We have to go shopping next week for dresses.”

“Just let me know the time, and I’m there,” I said.

“You’re invited to come,” Jasmine said to Amanda.

“I would love to tag along. I’ll be the one to give the attendant a hard time if her customer service is poor.”

“You’re gonna fit in just fine around here,” Patrice said.

“I’m from New York baby, we don’t take shit from anyone,” she laughed.

“Well you all took Amelia so I beg to differ,” I said causing an eruption of laughter from all of us.

On my way home I felt a lot better about the Amanda and Kenneth situation. She was a really nice and fun person. There was no way that I could be upset with her about being with Kenneth. He was charming, and she deserved someone that really cared about her. I would never admit it to my friends but they’d done a really good thing by inviting her to hang out with us. If they would have told me ahead of time I wouldn’t have showed up. My stubborn streak would have kicked in, and I would have missed out on something pretty special.

That meeting with Amanda was probably just what I needed to get closure on the Kenneth part of my life. I was now ready to move forward with Desmond.