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Date Posted: 14:15:26 07/11/02 Thu
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Lil' B
's message, "Re: Down Ass Chick Chapter 2" on 10:55:35 07/11/02 Thu
Title: Down Ass Chick
Author: Chocolate Delight
Rating: R but will change to NC-17 for one chapter.
Author's Notes: Thanx for the reviews and don't forget to read and review for this chapter cuz the more reviews i get the faster i'll update ya heard?
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Chapter 3
Omari walked out his room when he heard somebody knocking on the door. He looked towards the room that Jarell was in and when he finally realized his cousin wasn’t gon come answer it, he decided to open the door. So when he opened the door, there stood La’ Keisha in the same pair of jeans she had on earlier but in a baby blue short sleeved shirt. Omari smiled at her as he felt his dick grow hard. Shit if she continued to dress like this, he was gon have to get with her with the quickness. “Damn baby you wearing them jeans,” he said before stepping back to let her in.
La’ Keisha pushed past him trying to hide the smile that was on her face. She walked to the center of the room, aware that Omari’s eyes were still on her backside. “Where’s Rell?”
“In his room.”
After Omari said that Jarell came out the bedroom, History book in hands. “What up shawty?” Jarell asked her as he hugged her.
La’ Keisha pulled away and sat at the kitchen counter. “Nothin much. So lets get this over with because I don’t want to be here all night.”
Jarell sat next to her and for the next hour, La’ Keisha tutored her friend since he was behind in work. Occasionally Omari would come in and rub against her ass slyly but La’ Keisha knew what was happening. A quarter to eight, La’ Keisha and Jarell were finally through with the history homework and La’ Keisha was getting her stuff together.
“How ya getting home girl?” Omari asked her.
Omari and La’ Keisha were alone yet again in the living room. When La’ Keisha figured out he was talking to her she almost had a heart attack but she kept her cool as she shrugged her shoulders. “The bus probably.”
“I could drop you off. I got some business to take care of anywayz. But then again I don’t want you to get in trouble with your father.”
La’ Keisha looked at Omari. “My father can’t tell me what to do. If I want to get a ride from you, I am. If I want to talk to you I will and there ain’t a goddamn thing he can do.”
Omari held his hands up in mock surrender. “Aight girl calm down. I was just sayin. So do you want me to drop you off or not?”
“Aiight.”
Omari grabbed his keys and the two walked out the apartment to the parking garage. He opened the door of his cream colored Lexus Coupe for the both of them and then sped off.
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Twenty minutes later Omari pulled up to Bacci’s Pizzeria. As he took his keys out the ignition, La’ Keisha turned to face him. “I thought you was taking me home.”
“Well I decided to take you to get something to eat. Is that okay with you feisty?”
Is it okay? Hell yeah nigga it’s okay with her. Do you know how long she has been waitin for this? I mean okay it ain’t a “date” but come on. Here was LA’ Keisha Hamilton alone with Omari Grandberry. Now come on. Girls would love to be her right now ya know?
“It’s cool. I’m hungry anyway.”
They walked in the restaurant where almost everybody knew who Omari was. That nigga even had a special table and shit. After Omari ordered two slices of sausage pizza and two fruit punches, he faced La’ Keisha with a questioning look in his eyes. “Why don’t Christian like you hangin around me?”
“Becuz you sell drugs. But let’s talk about something else.”
“Like what?” Omari asked.
“What do you want in a girl?”
Omari sighed as the waitress bought their food to the table. La’ Keisha took a bite of her pizza before Omari finally answered. “I want a girl who is intelligent, independent, beautiful, she can’t ask to many questions, gotta be brave, and she has to be loyal and honest to me no matter what type of shit I do in the drug game.”
“But what are you going to do for her? I mean this shit goes two ways. If you want a girl like that you got to give something up. “
“I promise I will respect her, love her, give her the finer things in life, and I’ll protect her with my life.”
La’ Keisha smiled. “So you’re like a knight in shining armor huh?”
Omari laughed. ‘God what a beautiful laugh,’ La’ Keisha thought to herself. “Yeah I guess so. And I guess you were really hungry. You ate that damn pizza in 30 seconds.”
La’ Keisha grinned with guilt. “MY fault I was hungry.”
“Naw that’s cool. At least now I know you ain’t bulimic or no shit like that. Anyway tell me what you want in a nigga.”
So La’ Keisha told him what she wanted in a boy ever since she was five while Omari ate his food and looked in her soft hazel eyes. He couldn’t deny it. He did want this girl. But he ain’t want to come between her and her father and destroy their relationship. He looked at his Rolex and wiped his mouth. “We should be leaving now.”
“Aight.”
Omari paid the bill and left a tip before driving La’ Keisha home. “Thanx for the food and the ride. One day I’mma pay you back,” La’ Keisha said when they were in front of her building.”
Omari waved his hand. “That’s cool. You ain’t got to do that. I’ll see ya around.”
La’ Keisha hopped out the car and ran into her house. After she changed her clothes, she climbed into her bed and drifted off to sleep dreaming about what a relationship with Omari would be like.
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On Saturday around eight, Omari, Jarell, Fizz, and Fizz’s older brother Jerome strolled into Justine’s party. Omari, Fizz, and Jerome stood off to the side as they watched everybody dance since danicn’ really wasn’t their thing. Occasionally some junior bitches would come by and rub their titties against them trying to tempt the fellas to dance. But Omari wasn’t thinking about them. They weren’t nothing but chickenheads. After Jerome walked away with a girl, Omari looked up to see La’ Keisha and her cousin Marissa standing in the doorway. ‘Damn La’ Keisha sure is looking fine,’ Omari thought to himself. She had on a pair of black Tommy jeans and a matching pink Tommy shirt. Marissa had on a pair of stretch beige capris and a brown halter-top.
“Yo there go yo girl Fizz.”
Fizz looked towards the door and smiled when he saw Marissa. Nigga sprung ain’t he?
Omari waved La’ Keisha over. When she reached them she smirked. “Hey O and Fizz.”
“What’s up Keisha. I ain’t know Marissa was comin.”
“Neither did I until she told my black ass to hurry up or I would have to take the bus. You know she got a new Camarro right. Could you please go talk to her? Her ass been buggin me bout you for the longest.”
“Well can you blame me?” Marissa asked with a laugh.
“What up Rissa. Long time no see.”
“A bitch been busy nigga.”
“I understand. Let me holla at ya for a minute.”
When they walked off, La’ Keisha stepped closer to Omari. “So you actually came. I hope we young’ns ain’t boring you.”
Omari smiled. “Naw it’s cool. So where your nigga at?”
“Now did it look like I had a nigga yesterday?”
“Well naw but things can change in one day girl.”
“Well ain’t anything change in that department. Well not yet.”
Omari smiled again knowing what she meant by that. “Me, Fizz, and Rome gon rotate to a club in a few hours. Want to come?”
“I ain’t got anything to wear.”
“I can handle that. So what’s it gonna be?”
“If Marissa can come, I guess I’ll see y’all later.”
“I guess you will.”
La’ Keisha walked away and right at that moment, Omari knew he wanted her.
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