Touch Me
Decisions
By Nicollette Gonadu
Oh snap, that can’t be him, Shema
thought she had seen a ghost, was that
him? Shema was driving down the
street and had slowed down for a
pedestrian, and from his walk it was
definitely him. She couldn’t
remember his name, but she
remembered how he made her feel
that one afternoon of fun. Shema
turned the corner to watch him
walk a little more and drove up.
“Hey”, he hollered.
Shema skirted to a stop, and
stared through the rear view
mirror to see him running up to
her car.
“Shema?” he asked
“Hey what’s good?”, she asked
trying to sound nonchalant.
“I hoped it was your car, I did
remember you drove a Sterling”,
said smiling.
“You saw my car?”, she asked in
disbelief.
“I walked you to your car”, he told
her.
“That’s right you did, where you on
your way to?”, she asked him.
“Corner store and home, want to role?”, he
asked her.
Shema looked at him, her eyes stared at his lips,
and she thought to herself, how can you deny yourself
an adventure like this. But she also remembered that she
had a date with a real prospect in two hours. This situation,
if she fell in, would definitely lead into the well night., so no
she would have to pass.
“Naw, I have to show two properties this afternoon, what’s up with
tomorrow?”she asked.
“That’s good for me, call me in the morning”, they pulled up in front of the store.
He then leaned over to her and smelled her chin, “You smell nice, call me tomorrow”, he looked at her pussy when he said it.
Shema smiled so hard she had to laugh, “Trust me, I’m calling”, she smiled