All I Want... Is You (2 page)

Omar was on the other end of the spectrum, the dark chocolate one among us, but he was also the shortest. He always felt that he had to overcompensate for his height because the ladies were always checking for me or Brian, at least that’s what he always felt, and tonight was no exception. He came out in some crazy ass bronze concoction to show off the contrast in his skin tone.

I read somewhere that dressing in certain colors directly reflected the mood that you were in. Tonight, I would guess that black was appropriate for the mood I was in. I really didn’t want to be bothered, but at the same time, I would have gone crazy at home, and I knew it. Yet another oxymoron that I didn’t feel like explaining, so, I already had it made up in my mind that if a woman approached me – and they would, trust me – with the “why aren’t you smiling?” questions, I would just tell them I just got off work.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am not exactly model material, I just take pictures of them, but I know I’m easy on the eyes, and from the looks I was getting from the women that were trying to get my attention, it was going to be a very interesting evening.

I just hope that they don’t catch attitude because I’m not falling all over myself to get between them thighs and shit. It’s not my fault that I deal with beautiful women on a daily basis, so I can get it whenever I want to bother, and tonight, I really wasn’t trying to bother, unless the convo was just that stimulating.

Just as expected, my boys dropped me like a bad habit and started on the hunt in the club, picking up the vibe on the dance floor at moment’s notice. That shit didn’t take long at all, as one little cutie with hazel eyes and a blonde weave grabbed Brian and pulled him on the floor so quick that I didn’t get a chance to blink twice.

A chocolate honey over in another corner of the spot was already in full flirtatious mode, blowing kisses and licking her lips in Omar’s direction like he was the next Denzel or something, and he was off in her direction just as quickly.

Hell, I couldn’t blame them. If I was in a better mood, I would have done the same thing to

them. But I was hoping that my boys would have had my back for at least a half hour before pussy would be on the menu.

I barely got ten minutes.

Sitting at the bar, I was watching my boys have the time of their lives. I was good with that, because someone needed to have a good time. I flowed with the music, zoning out for a minute or two, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a thick little brown skinned sexy walked over and sat next to me.

I didn’t pay attention to her at first.

The way that she let the skirt rise up, showing off her legs, she wanted to make sure I would be soon.

She smiled at me.

I winked at her.

She shifted her body towards me, crossing her legs to close in the space between us.

I exhaled.

This was about to be an encounter I really wasn’t trying to have right now.

“So, are you gonna buy me a drink or what?”

I felt the headache coming on, which gave me the immediate sign that she wouldn’t be worth the trouble. “You can’t come better than that?”

“Well, excuse me, I’m just trying to get to know you,” she retorted, tapping her finger on the counter top as if her routine had worked countless times before.

I wasn’t the one for tired ass lines and routines, and if she had kept her mouth shut, she could’ve gotten sum.

Why she decided to try me I’ll never understand.

I needed change from this dyme.

“The conversation is free, luv, but the drink is optional,” I fired back. My headache was getting worse, and I’d only had one drink. “Is this how you approach men that you are interested in? If so, you can blaze because I’m not hearing it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, maybe I had you confused for a baller, instead of these other busters up in here tonight.” she twisted her lips and moved away from me, trying to sway to the music.

Whatever.

Next.

On second thought…

This little girl needed to be set straight.

“You must be kidding? Listen, miss, you may be fine and all, but the game is weak, and calling me a buster instead of finding out my actual name lets me know that you need to get back to the lab and work on your people skills some more.”

Just then, Kristen, one of the models at the job, walked up on us. “Hi, Derrick, I see you’re busy as usual. Do you think you can find a spot on the dance floor with me?”

All of a sudden, the woman that not ten seconds ago thought I was a ‘buster’ began to light up as if my name rained money from the heavens. It’s funny how that happens when the models you work with are recognized. “You’re Derrick Morrow? I mean, really?”

“Wow, D, you really should get out more,” Kristen winked at me. “Girl, this man is magic with a camera, I can tell you that much. Which reminds me, are you going to be at the
Pleasure
album release party this weekend?”

Pleasure
was a hot new girl group that just went Gold last week. I did the album cover for them and took care of some other promotional work.

“Oh, absolutely, Kris, I will see you there,” I answered as she took my hand to lead me to the

dance floor.

I guess baby girl wasn’t having the side step on her, because now she wanted to all but serve her ass up on a platter for me.

“I’m so sorry, I should have… can we start over? I mean, you’re a cutie and all, I really would like to know you better,” she started flashing her light brown eyes at me.

If I was in a better mood, I might have given her a second shot.

But you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

“Sorry, sweetness, looks like my dance card is full, and besides, I was a buster a few minutes ago, remember?” I shot a look at her that shut her down quick.

Kristen laughed as she kissed me across my lips, trying to stake her claim. “Damn, she called you a buster, too? Later for that trick, D, real women know a decent man when they see one.”

Before the young lady could form a response, Kristen had me on the dance floor and in a sweat in minutes.

I will admit that it was fun to see the dejected look on her face as I looked back before the sea of people closed the distance. I knew I wasn’t supposed to take pleasure in the misery of another person, but I couldn’t help it. It almost made me feel better.

The key word is almost.

At least one of my girls came to my rescue.

Well, sort of a rescue. Kristen’s been trying to get at me for a minute, but I couldn’t think of a sexier alternative to that pitiful excuse for a dyme piece.

After shaking it up with Kristen for a few songs, I picked another spot in the club to chill out for a few, when my boys finally figured out that I was still in the club. They walked up on me to check on me, and I already knew that Brian was high because it’s the only time that nigga acts all silly and shit. Omar was just drunk, but that was because he had to for him to get loose and keep the courage spitting game with the ladies.

“Come on, son, I know you got better game than that?” Omar said, looking around as if females were supposed to be surrounding me. “You supposed to have juice, playa.”

“Yo, he got a point, D, this ain’t you, what’s really going on?” Brian added.

I was just about to return the comment when I saw this caramel skinned cuteness walking towards us. She was tall, and the skirt that she wore gave her legs all kinds of purpose. It really didn’t matter that she had blonde streaks in her hair – I didn’t care for that on a sistah – my body needed attention. To hell with the promise I made, I needed to have the validation that I was looking for, and this might do the trick.

She slipped between Omar and Brian, sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and extended her hand out to me, “Hi, I’m Tammy.”

I took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, “My boys call me, D.”

I guess the night wasn’t a total loss.

“So what should I call you?” she licked her lips as she asked.

“For now, call me Derrick,” I slowed her down.

It wasn’t that kinda party.

But still, she was sexy and bold with her flow.

I liked that in my conquests.

This was getting better by the moment. But from the way that my boys were gawking at her, I decided to take this outside on the deck.

I whispered in her ear, “Can we head outside, you know, talk a little more without shouting?”

She nodded and took my hand to lead me outside to the deck area.

Now, my instincts would have given me a reason to stop and think,
Something’s not right with this one, D, she’s too aggressive.

Yeah, like I gave a rat’s ass right about then.

Once we were out on the deck, Tammy hopped up on the railing, slightly spread her legs, and motioned with her finger for me to come closer.

“I was hoping I would be able to talk to you,” she spoke, tracing her hands along the inside of her thighs. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yeah, I was. You’ve got this ‘thing’. Your eyes, they’re pretty. You’re really sexy.” she continued the ego stroke.

“You’re pretty sexy yourself, sweetness, showing off your legs and stuff,” I couldn’t help but peek at the fact that she was wearing a thong. “So tell me, when do they open?”

“They might open later tonight if you say the right things. You wanna touch them? I mean, just to be sure they feel as sexy as they look?”

“Is that all I get to do?”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out? You might be surprised what I might let you do,” Tammy leaned forward, grabbing at my arm to pull me in. “Or how long my legs might stay open for you.”

As far as I was concerned, she was working her way into becoming the first of my newest harem. I couldn’t wait to see where this episode was going to end.

I felt the immediate heat between us, which was wild considering we were out in 40 degree weather.

She didn’t care.

I damn sure wasn’t about to argue.

Not the way that her body felt in my arms at that moment.

She kissed me, moving my hand so that my fingers could move the fabric out of the way.

That made me weak.

“Damn, girl, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get you to fuck me, and I know it’s working.”

“What makes me so special? You could have had anyone,” I tried to keep my composure, but I was failing by the minute.

“Nope, you are a special case, Derrick,” Tammy kissed me again. “Let’s go to your place, I need some more space to do what I want to do to you.”

“How much more space did you need?” I teased. I wanted to know how far she thought she wanted to go.

“I think a king-sized bed might be enough space to do what I want, among other areas.” Tammy teased back, licking my neck as we walked through the club to get to the exit.

It was at that moment that I forgot that I didn’t drive tonight.

“Hold on, sweetness, I need to let one of my boys know I’m bouncing so we can do this.”

I couldn’t locate Omar for the life of me, so I went on the hunt for Brian. I finally found him near the DJ booth with some female snuggled up under him like she was trying to be the next jump-off for the evening.

I rolled up on him and, because we were so close to the speakers, I yelled in his ear that I had a ride home and I’d catch him later.

He barked back that he’d let Omar know I was already gone whenever he had the chance to find him.

Knowing Omar, he was probably already on the take, too, caught up with a female that he was

ready to smash.

I didn’t worry about it too much because I had better things to do now.

And she stood about 5’8” and had a body to die for.

“
You have a beautiful place, Derrick.”

Tammy kept looking at the art on my walls, which wasn’t too much of a problem, considering that I keep erotic art on my walls, things that I collected from my art school friends that have gone on to bigger and better things.

She was all over me at the club, damn near ready for me to fuck her in the cold air of the night on the deck.

Now, she was stalling like she was a virgin?

Something’s up.

I could feel it.

“So, why are you stalling, Tammy?”

“I’m not stalling, Derrick, I really want you.”

I moved behind her, and her hips didn’t lie.

But her eyes were speaking a different truth.

“Are you having second thoughts? I understand if it’s too much.”

“Just fuck me now, please.”

She took my manhood out, dropped to her knees and took me in before I could protest about her vibe.

She felt good.

Damn good.

But warning signs were going off in my head like a tsunami was about to strike.

She pulled me down on top of her, trying to slide me in before I could get the condom on.

Something’s wrong, D, she’s too quick about this shit.

My body had other ideas.

Tammy started bucking her hips, urging me to slide just a little deeper, as if there was something I was supposed to be erasing from her essence deep within. I drilled into her, kept pounding her even after she came.

I took her in the kitchen.

Then I bent that ass over in the bathroom doggie-style while we were washing off from fucking in the kitchen.

Then finally I got one more in the bedroom making her ride me so we could both fall into a deep, coma-like sleep.

Too bad she had other plans.

Tammy started crying out of nowhere, and when I went to touch her to find out what was wrong, she snapped away at me like I’d just given her herpes.

“What’s wrong, Tammy?” I didn’t want to invade her space too much, but I still wanted answers to the weird vibe I ignored all night.

“I never thought you would make me feel like that, make me come like that,” she replied, still wiping away tears. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“So what’s up with the waterworks?”

“Because this can never happen again, Derrick,” she looked up at me, the guilt evident in her eyes. “There is something I didn’t tell you.”