As my eyes focused on the person standing in front of me. Staring at everything that stood out the most to me. Shawna. I can't lie, I was shocked. I crossed my arms against my chest and began to smile at Shawa. "Yeah eh" I uttered. She was looking so good, so good to be coming from work. Her hair up in a bun essentially englightening her beauty. Her lips, perfectly full. Glossed with some kind of lipstick. A colour that matched her skin complexion. Her eyebrows were done to perfection, skin looking so buttery smooth, eatable almost. She wore this white top with the cris-cross strings against her chest so that all her goodies were exposable. Not that I had a problem with it, but then she wore these light blue washed demin that were tight fitted. Showing every curve that she had gained in the pass 6 months. Even her toes looked good, white polished as she stood tall in her heels. Shawna smiled at my response and replied back with "what?". I'm telling you, the first time we met, Shawna wasn't on her A-Game. Maybe my expectations of a woman are a were high. Maybe, then she couldn't afford the things I like a woman to have to make themselves look good. I'm not sure. But she looks hella good right now. That was a fast recovery. Or maybe she was just hiding it all along. "Didn't want to show a nigga how she's living on the lows." Questioning myself. She has me like "I hope she's feeling me too."
Shawna - What are you doing here?
LR - you know I was coming...
Shawna - no I didn't. I told you not to..
LR - you were gonna take the bus in those heels?
Shawna- no ! I.. I'm not even answering you. I seen you standing here at my work place. So I just came over to see... How I may help you. Unless you're here for someone else.. not sure.
LR - you know I came to see you. Stop playing. I came to hit you up. Shit. Ima take you home.
Shawna - alright so take me home then
Shawna reaches for the door handle as she rubs against my hip. I look down at her and started to laugh a little.
LR - Dammn why so aggressive? I couldn't even get a hug...
Shawna - we've hugged before, why now? Also who has their car door locked when you're standing outside right next to your car?
LR - I haven't seen you in how long...
Shawna - so..
LR - and it's locked.. Example. For a situation like this. People like you forcefully trying to enter my car.
I grabbed Shawnas and she doesn't stop me from pulling her close to me. I placed my hands against her shoulders, then slowly slided them down her nack, stopping at her hips. She looks up at me with her eyebrows raised. An experssion that communicates (you better not touch my ass). You know I had to. I just had to. I held my hand up high, formed my fingers like I was gripping a basketball and then BAMMM! Slapped the hell out of that ass. Slapped that fat ass so hard. Nice and soft, mmm I can't explain it. Shawnas facial expression went in like slow motion. Her eyes grew angry. Mouthing the words "FUCK" to me. As much as I was hoping for a better outcome, I humbled myself. Respected the rejection. Slapping that fat ass didin't happen. I wished it did though and wished that she embraced it and I wished that we could just jump in the back of the seats. Get shit popping. Drop her home and sleep right tonight. A simple equation...
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