Ocean Breeze
Des'iree woke up in a state of panic. She rolled over to left and there was no one to be found. Shit...another one-nightstand. Des'iree got up quickly trying to retrieve her bra and undies that had been thrown over the lava lamp. Her black mini skirt and ripped up blouse were dangling on Simeon's disk and record holders.
"Going so soon, sweet stuff," asked a half dressed Simeon. His dark brown hair appeared to be wet, and he had two mugs of coffee in each hand.
"Yeah, I'm...late for work. Yeah, that's it," you could tell she was a bad liar, but she had to leave before he asked for her number. Or before she asked for his.
"Call and say your sick. I just made a special cup of coffee for you," something about this woman intrigued Simeon. She wasn't like the many other girls that came to his apartment. She had a mind of her own, which unfortunately, Simeon forgot what that was like.
"No, it's just best that I leave now," if she didn't leave now, she knew this little heart breaker would break her own heart.
Standing there in the sheet off Simeon's bed was making her feel very uncomfortable. Des'iree needed to change, but Simeon was still standing in the door way. Would it be childish of her to ask to change in the bathroom, or would it be nerve-racking to let him watch her slowly put her clothes back on?
Simeon gazed at Des'iree as she nervously picked up her things around his room. He found it extremely amusing that a woman, who was so self assured about herself the night before could act so differently the next morning. Maybe it was due to the fact that he fucked this lady's brains out until she screamed. He couldn't wait to tell Zena, T.J., and Animika about this after she left.
"Want some help girlie?", He hoped she wouldn't notice that he forgot her name. Besides he had a different girl he all the time. How was he supposed to remember all these damn names? In his hand was her tiny silk thong. Why did girls by things that are not that nescary? It's a big waste of time for him to get it off; why can't girls just not wear panties at all?
"No. it's alright," She blushed as she retrieved her thong from him. Des'iree picked up all her clothes and faced opposite of Simeon and slowly put her her bra and thong back on. She could feel his eyes bleeding through her skull.
Simeon diligently set the two cups of coffee on his night stand and walked out the room and to the bathroom. Thank God, Desi'ree thought to herself; she would have to worry about him for a couple of seconds. He is in the bathroom, she could easily leave his apartment, so she could avoid that awkward good-bye. Her mind was racing so much couldn't exactly think straight, let alone come up with a witty conversation after that passionate night.
As Desi'ree gradually walked across the room, she remembered that she didn't have her purse. Very quietly she crept back into the bedroom and retrieved her purse making absolutely not making a sound. With that she was out the door and home free. She couldn't wait to talk with Ananda about her night with Simeon. Oh, and Desi'ree also forgot to hit record on her VCR to record lasts night "NYPD Blue". Home or not home she had to figure out what was going on with Diane and Harry Denby.
To be continued.