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  “Nina. Nina Coleman,” she told him. “Why were you looking at me as if you saw a ghost?”

  “You remind me of someone… a lot.”

  Nina grabbed a stack of napkins, turned around and faced him, checking out his features, and she was not disappointed. His chocolate skin, she wanted to lick. His sparkling eyes were hard to turn away from, and his defined cheekbones—everything about him told her that, yeah, he was that nigga. That strong nigga who would hold her down under any circumstance. He pulled her close so that she could feel his hard-on up close and personal. His hand slid over her ass. He had a look in his eyes that said, “I will eat your ass up.” That made Nina imagine him lifting her up on a barstool, her reaching down and grabbing his hard, long dick and guiding it inside her. She would then wrap her legs around his waist and start riding him as he simultaneously hit her G-spot and rubbed against her clit.

  She moaned at the thought. “What would she say if this someone knew what you do to strange women in clubs and how good you make them feel?”

  “Don’t worry about what she would say.”

  He took his time admiring her beautiful skin and luscious breasts. Whatever was playing in the background he began swaying to that beat, firmly holding on to her ass, causing her to grind up against him. Nina’s hand eased to his shoulder to hold on as she seductively wound her hips, enjoying lil’ King. Before speaking he licked his lips, then said, “A nigga needs to be tasting your juices right about now.”

  Ooooh. The nigga eats pussy. Nina got chills at the thought. Then she was brought to reality with the thought of him having someone special waiting on him. Hell, the good ones always do. With that she broke away from his grip and walked away with a throbbing and wet pussy. Leaving him standing there with cum all over his fingers and his dick standing straight out.

  When Nina returned, Rochelle was shocked as hell. “Bitch, no the fuck you didn’t! What took you so long? Damn, did you fuck him? I was breaking my damn neck trying to see what was going on.”

  Nina smiled as she placed her White Russian down in front of her.

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” She high-fived her. “I can’t believe you went through with that shit.”

  “The pleasure was all mines. And I mean that literally,” Nina said, fanning herself. “Now give me my money.” She held out her hand.

  Rochelle went into her Dior clutch bag and pulled out six crispy hundred-dollar bills. She handed them to her one at a time.

  King was in the cut watching the whole thing.

  “You ain’t get that nigga’s number?” Rochelle was looking at her like she was slipping.

  “Nah. It’s all good. He’ll find me just like I found him,” Nina said with conviction.

  “Oh bitch, there you go with all that conceited and boojie shit.”

  “Sheeeiit, I ain’t conceited. I’m convinced.”

  When Nina got home in the wee hours of the morning, Cream was waiting for her. When he asked her where she’d been, she told him. He started tripping about her hanging out all night at what he said was a strip club. Then he started accusing her of stripping. She simply tuned him out. She had just made her fantasy a reality and she was not about to let him ruin it. Nina got undressed, then went into the bathroom. She locked the door and took a nice hot bubble bath, letting the thoughts of big and lil’ King take her away.

  * * *

  “Rochelllllllle,” Nina whined. “I didn’t get his number. I could just kill myself.” She groaned, not wanting to believe that she was sweatin’ a nigga like this and calling the boss’s wife at home. Damn. Will I ever get a man of my own? Reflecting on the answer to that question drove Nina’s spirits down to the ground.

  “Look, Nina. Cheer the fuck up. If the nigga was all into you like you into him, you will run into him again. You will just have to go back to the club every Friday night until you do. I told you to get his number.” Rochelle started laughing. “I’m sure he’ll be there sooner or later. But I won’t be able to hang with you this weekend.”

  “Why not?” Nina asked in disappointment. “Mr. Asshole ain’t going to let you?”

  “No. He claims he is going to be home all weekend. But we shall see. I’ll let you know. Now get off my line and go do something to lift your spirits.” She tried to hurry Nina off the phone.

  “I am. I’m getting ready to check the one o’clock movie schedule. I can take a hint. I know when I’m getting kicked off the phone.” Nina hung up but couldn’t help but smile. She looked at the movie section of the Sunday paper. There were several new flicks that she wanted to see so she put on her sneakers, grabbed her purse and was out the door.

  There was a new theater that just popped up over in Lithonia and Nina was behind on her movie watching so she said, “What the hell.” Instead of moping around an empty house, on yet another Sunday, she figured she might as well get out and enjoy the day. Plus, she hadn’t seen Why Did I Get Married Too? or Karate Kid. Maybe she would see them both.

  When Nina pulled into the parking lot she was shocked at the sight of all the people standing outside and inside the theater. She figured that everybody had delcared Sunday afternoon as movie day. Plus, it was beautiful outside. It was sunny and at least seventy degrees. She still couldn’t make up her mind on which movie to see, so she bought a ticket for each and then got in line to buy popcorn, lemonade and her favorite candy, Raisinets.

  What she didn’t know was that King was standing in the cut watching her every move. He took the opportunity to admire her ass in those tight jeans and smiled at the pair of tiny Gucci sneakers on her feet. Her small frame matched Kyra’s to a tee. But damn. He thought that he was the only one who came to the movies by himself. Was she with somebody? He scanned his surroundings to see if somebody looked as if they were posted up or waiting for her. He didn’t see anyone and she wasn’t looking around or at her watch as if she was anticipating some company. He hoped she wasn’t.

  Friday night at the club, after he played in her pussy the scent that was left on his fingers was intoxicating. It was so sweet he vowed that he would never wash that hand again. Then when he realized that he didn’t get her number he could have kicked himself, especially when he went to find her and she had already left the club. He wasn’t too worried because, worst-case scenario, if he had to he would get his boy that worked in security to pull the videotapes that covered the parking lot. That way he could at least get a license plate number. But shit, put all that to the side because today was his lucky day.

  After Nina paid for her snacks he watched her disappear into the Married Too theater. His ticket was for Karate Kid so he went and bought another one. He made his way to the back of the theater and sat down. When his eyes adjusted he scanned the room for her. She was not getting away from him. Not this time. When he spotted her she was still sitting by herself.

  He got up and moved to the row behind her. As soon as the previews finished and the lights went off he took the opportunity to lean up and whisper in her ear. “When am I going to get my share?” He was referring to the money he saw her collect from Rochelle the other night at the Velvet Room.

  Nina abruptly turned around and saw that it was him. The man who she had been stressing over for the past thirty-six hours. He was sitting right behind her. She smiled to herself and mouthed “Thank you, God.” In her mind she was doing cartwheels. After she calmed herself down she turned slightly and said flirtatiously, “Whatever it is you want, I’m quite sure I can’t give it to you from back there.”

  “Well you met him. He specializes in reaching a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from the back.” He flirted right back.

  The mere thought of his big dick hittin’ it from the back made her coochie tingle. “That may be true, but some things are best done from the front, real close and slow.” Nina was enjoying their little wordplay and getting hot at the same time.

  “Aiight now. I’ma come up there, but don’t hold me responsible when you get a… dick… ted.” He s
tood up, climbed over the seat and sat next to her.

  “Don’t hold me responsible if you get pussy whipped,” Nina teased. Their flirtatious banter went on for almost a half hour, turning them both on and causing them to forget that they were there to watch the movie and ended up in the parking lot.

  She looked up at him.

  “Why do you look at me like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “It’s not lustful or anything, it’s like… I don’t know. Like you are looking at a long-lost lover.”

  Damn. She’s right on point with that assessment. “I’ll tell you about that when the time is right. But let me ask you something. I can tell by the way you talk that you are not from here. Where are you from?” King asked, trying to lead her away from Kyra.

  “I’m a Jersey girl. Born and raised.”

  Damn. So was Kyra. “Then what brings you all the way to GA?”

  The smile on Nina’s face slowly faded. Nina took a deep breath and said, “I was in a desperate need of a change of atmosphere. And when my brother and best friend were killed, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Soooooo, I packed up all my things and was GA bound.”

  “Damn. I’m sorry to hear that. Violence these days is the order of the day.”

  “Tell me about it. Now, I just do all I can to let the past go and not let it dictate my future.”

  “I heard that. What do you do for a living? The clothes and jewelry you wear ain’t the small shit. Is that all you or is there some nigga that I need to be competing with?”

  “I work my ass off. This is all me. But mainly I’m trying to stack my paper, go back, get my kids and live happily ever after,” Nina said as if she was reading a fairy tale.

  “Wow. You have little ones you left behind? That takes guts.”

  “It was hard but thank God my mom is holding on to them for me. Even though she was never there for me, she is there for my kids and for that I’m grateful. I send her money and everything but I know it is long overdue and time for me to put my family back together.”

  “I hear you. You come off to me as a strong-ass woman.”

  “I don’t know about all that. I have just been surviving and playing the hell out of the cards I have been dealt. So that’s my story. Now what’s yours? Your accent doesn’t scream, ‘I’m from the South.’ ”

  “I’m not. I’m from the West Coast. I too needed a change of atmosphere.”

  “Well, how long have you been around here?”

  “Long enough to run into you.”

  “Okay, Mr. Very Vague. Why are you being so stingy with the information?”

  “I’m not being stingy. I’m trying to get into you. Later for me.”

  “What do you think I’m trying to do? A nigga done played all up under my skirt and I can’t ask where he is from and what’s he doing here? You done pulled me out of my movie, got me all hot and bothered and I don’t even know your name.”

  He flashed that gangsta smile. “My bad. I’m Rick, you met lil’ King and we want to take you out tonight. Can I have your number? You had my head so fucked up that I let you get away from me the other night. But not this time.” He passed her his phone. “Put your number in here.” Nina did and passed it back. She pulled out hers and asked for his number. She wasn’t allowing him to get away neither.

  “Can I call this number anytime or is there some bitch that I have to compete with?” Nina was trying to fish for the same info he was after earlier.

  “Ma, you gots no competition.”

  Nina figured she would let that go for now. “Okay, soooo… now what?” she pressed him.

  “Let me pick you up later on.”

  “To go where?”

  “I got that. Just be ready around seven. I’ll call you and get the address when I’m on my way.”

  “There you go being all vague again. So how do I dress?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Just don’t wear a skirt. Me or lil’ King might not be such nice gentlemen as we were the other night.”

  Shit. I might not want y’all to be nice gentlemen. I ain’t had no different dick since Reese and that was almost two years ago. And Cream was no longer puttin’ it in. Nina didn’t respond out loud to his come-on. “All right. I’ll catch y’all later.” And she went to her ride.

  At seven o’clock sharp, Rick pulled up in front of Nina’s condo and called her. “I’m out front. You ready?” he asked in anticipation. He was actually very excited to be taking her out.

  “I’ll be right out.”

  Several minutes later she came out and locked the door. A smirk appeared across his mouth as he watched her slowly come down the stairs. She had on a pair of tan stilettos, a tan miniskirt and a sheer white blouse. Rick was drooling at the mouth. Oh, she really wants to try a nigga. He got out, went around and opened the door to his pearl-white Escalade and watched her get in.

  When he got in the driver’s seat, Nina had started to ask him what’s up with the smirk on his face but changed her mind. She had a feeling it was because she had on a short-ass skirt, fuck-me stilettos and a see-through blouse. Yeah, she was sending a message.

  “So, where are we going, Mr. Vague?”

  “You better stop calling me that.”

  “Not until you fill in the blanks. Now, where are we going?”

  “Since it was my fault that you missed your movie, I’m taking you to the drive-in.” He glanced over at her creamy thighs and thought, Damn, I can’t wait to get in between those.

  “Oooh, nice move. You get some cool points for that because I haven’t been to a drive-in since I was a kid.” Then she frowned. “But I have on stilettos.”

  “You won’t have them on long.” He flashed a real slick grin. He saw her blush. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. I packed us a picnic basket with everything that we’ll need.”

  “I’m not worried I’m just trying to protect my eight-hundred-dollar shoes.” She laughed. “All I remember about drive-ins are the rocks on the ground, the hot dogs and cheap-tasting popcorn. Have you ever walked in stilettos over a sea of rocks?”

  “Can’t say that I have. But don’t worry about that. I told you I got you.” When they arrived, they were pleased to see that Karate Kid, Why Did I Get Married Too? and Salt were playing.

  Rick found a spot to park. With the back of the truck to the screen. He got out and flipped the last row down, then proceeded to get everything situated. When he was done he then headed to Nina’s side. Nina watched as he walked around to her. He opened her door and reached for her hand, then he lifted Nina from the front seat and put her in the back, where he had a blanket, pillows and a picnic basket that opened up to a little tray. He had brought sandwiches, snacks and a bottle of wine.

  Nina started giggling.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You must be a professional drive-in attendee.”

  “Oh, so you got jokes?” He got in and shut the door. He grabbed a little travel bag, opened it and took out a joint. He lit it, took a few pulls before passing it to her. After she took a few pulls and passed it back he put it out. “That’s all you need of this here.” He slid next to her and took a minute to admire her fineness. He loved what he saw. Her petite frame was just like Kyra’s, and her curves were in all the right places. She was beautiful, and as an added bonus she had the body to match. Now he had to get into her mind. He was lost in thought.

  She had kicked off the stilettos.

  “I told you, you wouldn’t have them on long,” he teased.

  “Whatever. You are looking as if you like what you see.”

  “I do. But I told you if you wore a skirt me and lil’ King might be tempted to get into something.” He leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against her neck. Nina melted. “Why are you around here tempting a brother? You know we ain’t got no discipline when it comes to a beautiful woman.”

  “Did the thought ever occur to you that maybe I might want y’all to get up and into something?” s
he purred, and lil’ King jumped.

  “I think he heard that. The thought did occur but I didn’t want to assume anything.” He took her hand and placed it on the head of his dick.

  She rubbed it and then rubbed the length of him and it got harder. “Oh, he heard me… loud and clear.” She kept rubbing him and he stretched all the way out. Her pussy was on fire and the only thing that would put out the fire would be some good, long and hard fucking. Fuck being a lady and not giving it up on the first date. She needed to be fucked and she was getting ready to take lil’ King for a test-drive. Just then his lips met hers for the very first time. She felt his strong hands grab her and lift her up onto his lap as their tongues continued to slow dance. His hands slid her skirt up over her ass as he squeezed and rubbed on her juicy cheeks.

  “Baby girl, I’m about to nutt. If you gonna ride you better hop on.” Nina slid back, giving him enough room to whip his damager out. He slid his jeans and boxers down in one move.

  Nina looked down and saw that he was throbbing. Precum was oozing out. She rose up, he slid her thong to the side and guided her onto the head. Nina contracted her pussy muscles and squeezed it before sliding down a couple of inches and then sliding back up to the head. That was her favorite teaser. She did that same move again and Rick groaned as he damn near tore open her blouse. He had been anticipating sucking on her breasts and nipples. He wanted to swallow them whole.

  Nina then slid all the way down his dick and went to riding him hard. She took charge as she bounced up and down, around and around, trying to find her spot. Before she could find it, Rick did and began hittin’ it and hittin’ it. She leaned back, squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed on to the back of the seat as he held her down and gave her the fuck that she needed and was hoping to get, hittin’ her spot, going in deep as he could as his face was smothered between her breasts. If anyone was looking at the truck, it was rocking.

  When Nina felt that first contraction, she grabbed on to the ceiling as if she could climb away. He held her tighter and got his grind and fuck on as she started cumming. Her pussy muscles were massaging the length of his dick in all the right places. He grunted and came right behind her. She was limp as a wet noodle as he lifted her off him. All she could do was lie back against the window. Her legs were spread and Rick couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and give her some head.