Waiting for His Call....

I was as nervous as a cat for the next few days, waiting and wondering if he'd call. Each morning, I'd wake up and check my messages to see if he'd called or texted me. I started to worry but after three days of chewing my fingernails, my phone finally rang and it was him. He called on a Thursday afternoon and I'd finished my classes for the day.

"Hey, babygurl?" he said, laughing. "Whassup?"

"Whassup with you?" I said, trying to sound calm. "I'd about given up on you."

"Naw," he said. "Everything's cool, I was just rollin' through ya neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. We cool?"

I smiled. "Yeah, we cool," I said. "I'd love to see you." I meant it. I was really wanting to see him and to feel him close to me. To run my hands across his strong, muscular chest and to have him cradle me in his strong arms. I had to admit I wanted him to fuck me, too, but I wasn't ready to tell him that.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I got my boy, Jamal, ridin' wit me. Okay if he comes by, too?"

"Sure," I said, not sure of what this was all about. "I'd love to meet him." I quickly ran into the bathroom, brushed my hair and touched up my make up. When the doorbell rang ten minutes later, I ran to open it and the sight of two smiling, gorgeous guys standing in my doorway nearly took my breath away. They walked in without being invited, unsmiling and serious. But when my man smiled and said "whassup", he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss, sending my head spinning.

I exhaled deeply when he released me and nearly giggled as he held my hand. I could see Jamal looking me up and down. "Damn, nigga, dat's whassup!" he said, smiling approvingly. "Y'all didn't tell me da white girl was TIGHT!" I smiled, not used to receiving so much attention from such beautiful men.

"Whatcha doin', Krista?" my man said, shyly.

"Hangin' out," I said. "Waitin' for you, daddy..." I smiled.

"Yeah? And whatcha gon' do when I got here?"

I laughed nervously. "I dunno. Hang out with you, I guess."

"Yeah?" he said, pulling on my arm, slowly starting to walk toward the hallway off the living room of my apartment, the hallway leading to my bedroom. "Well, you know where I wanna hang out, don't ya, girl?"

"I got an idea," I said, laughing, letting him lead me to bed. I turned. "Jamal, there's beer in the fridge and the remote's on the coffee table..."

My man laughed. "Jamal didn't come wit' me to watch TV," he said. "I tol' him about the fun I had comin' over here the other night and we figured you'd be down with havin' some fun wit' BOTH of us..."

"Ohmigod," I gasped. "Are you serious?"

He looked at Jamal. "Call the pizza man and get us some food, nigga. Babygurl's gonna be too busy to cook tonight and I gotta feelin' we gon' work up an appetite...."