As much as Riley hated to admit it... he was hooked like a drug. He hated himself whenever he saw her. His gaze followed her obidently, like a pet poodle on a short leash begging for a biscuit. He tried to put up a hard front but she always seemed to get the edge on him.
He was at Thugnificent's crib this very evenening, boozing, having a few laughs. The twenty-one year old boy was celebrating his birthday in style. Thugnificent decided to throw him a huge bash. Bigger than any other he had thrown. Women on women on booze on booze on women on women. Music boomed so it was nearly impossible to hear anything other than the bass but it was amazing to the young gangstah wanna be.
He hadn't expected her to be there. He noticed her at the bar, sleezing her way to get a free drink. It wasn't hard for her. It never was.
She wasn't dressed like a slut. She looked a hell of a lot more classy than half the bitches in the joint. Her long blonde hair was straight and fell in layers on her back, a few strands draped over her left shoulder. She had quater sleeve areopostel shirt that was dark red. No under shirt so her cleavage was evident. She had a white skirt that was pleated and fell an inch or two above her knees. Red heals graced her feet.
Riley watched in pure agony as her pouted lips fell delicately over the brim of her martini glass. She pulled it back after her sip and noticed him. Shit.
He turned his gaze away, going back to listen to whatever Thugnificent was saying... but she was walking towards him.
"Hey young Reezy!" She said over the music, "Great party!,"
"Firgive me," Riley said, not looking at her, "But I wasn't aware you was invited,"
"That's funny," She rolled her eyes, pointing to a poster decorating the wall, the same posters that were all over town for a week now. She read the bold line clearly, "Pretty Ladies Get In Free,"
"Indicating you'd need to be pretty, and a lady," Riley told her, making eye contact. Damn. That was a mistake.
She stared down at him with her pouted mocha gloss coeverd lips. She shugged her shoulder up, dismissing him completely. He watched as she picked up the toothpick holding the olive with her middle finger and thumb nails.
Painfully, he watched as she popped the item in her mouth and then slowly slide out the toothpick through a crack in her top and bottom set of teeth.
He swallowed and suddenly she was on him. Her left leg thrown over his lap and her other holding her up on the ground.
Her lips fell hard on his as if to start a heated kiss that Riley opened all too willingly for. But by the time he lifted his tongue, he felt a cold beed fall into his mouth. His eyes widened as she parted the kiss not even a whole second after it had started.
"Happy birthday, slick,"
And with that she was up, her face lingering near his for a moment before she trotted off. Her hips swinging, making her skirt swish so playfully over her plump rear.
There was a moment of silence (save the music) before Thugnificent and his crew started cracking up.
"Shawty played you COLD, brotha!"
"Damn! Guess she don' feel ya!"
Riley looked at them, trying to force away the blush that was most evident on his dark face, "Pssh! That hoe be lucky if I give her the tima' day! Broad aint nadda compard to tha bitches I tapped!"
The all cheered and laughed, going into a "deeper" conversation. But... in all honesty, Riley hadn't been with a woman... ever. Sure, he had been on a few dates but they had never gone pass heavy making out. It's not that he didn't want to... it's just that... well... Everytime he'd start to something would stop him.
Usually it was hearing his brother's annoying voice in the back of his mind telling him about respecting women and other bull shit.
"Next time you're about to make a girl do something, imagine they're your daughter and you're some punk taking her out,"
That always seemed to kill him. Why? Well... he wasn't too sure. He didn't see them as busty, delicious treats anymore. He saw them as little girls. Little girls playing with their Daddy on swing sets and... other shit.
He saw them as he remembered seeing Jazmine Dubois, playing merrily with her father in the yard. How she was in tears when he thought she was hurt and of course that sweet smile and all those kisses she gave Tom.
Needless to say, Jazmine was NOT that little girl anymore. Fuck NO. And Huey knew it too... Riley would roll his eyes whenever he'd listen to his brother preaching because they BOTH knew Huey was just as bad as Riley when it came to wanting women... well... Huey just wanted Jazmine. Riley would shake his head when Huey would come home late from walking Jazmine home.
But that's a different story. Riley was 21 and he was STILL a virgin. But he was sure as hell not about to let anyone know that. Especially Thugnificent and Cindy.
The problem was... He was in love with her. And he knew it.