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It was during my freshman year in high school when Candice first became my highly sought after companion of interest. When the first semester of the school year began there really weren’t any verbal exchanges between Candice and I, outside of your casual ‘hellos’ when greeting a person that you’re bypassing.
One day, while Candice was standing alone near her locker in the hallway, I used that rare, isolated opportunity to possibly extend our communication level beyond the passive nodding of the head as our way of speaking to one another, to a more deliberate, getting to know more about her approach.
Initially, it didn’t appear as though Candice was willing to keep the dialogue between us flowing like I was hoping for. Candice would either shrug her shoulders in response to the questions that I asked her, or was short and straight to the point with what she had to say. Regardless of the cold shoulder that I honestly felt as though I was receiving from Candice, I had build up enough courage to come this far to approach her and I wasn’t about to let my foot up off of the pedal just yet of attempting to win her over.
Without Candice realizing it, I quietly began to study her in a way that was guaranteed to land me exactly where I wanted to be. I paid close attention to Candice’s demeanor; how reserved she was in the classroom, and how her body posture visibly changed and reacted to the loudness and aggressiveness of a man’s tone.
To Be Continued . . .
The annoyed tone in her voice was my cue to leave, but Tae (the young lady who I was helping out) interfered with my exit by introducing her frowned face friend to me as, Peaches.
It was apparent to me that Peaches had acquired her name in other ways because her entire demeanor when approaching me was anything other than being sweet. To elevate her rudeness, instead of extending her hand out to join mine in a mutual hand shake, Peaches stared me up and down as if I wasn’t worthy enough to be underneath the same roof as her.
Maybe Peaches was on to something though. Maybe I didn’t belong in a household with two half naked strangers, and regardless of how Tae felt about it, maybe I had already over stayed my welcome.
I could tell that Tae tried to ease the tension by formerly introducing me to her friend, but Peaches’ constant inquiries about the reasoning behind me being there had still gone unanswered.
If Peaches was directing that question to me she would have been shit out of luck receiving an answer and I honestly didn’t have a clue of how Tae was going to tackle that hot question either.
Subsequently, Tae was the only one who did know why I was there because in my defense, I was just helping Tae bring the groceries into the house not knowing that confrontation would be brewing as a result.
What I do know is every time that my body language signaled to Tae that I had to leave, Tae kept finding a way to get me to stick around longer regardless of Peaches’ displeasure.
Exacerbated at the fact that Tae was protecting my feelings way more than hers, Peaches aggressively jerked Tae by her left arm, urgently escorting her into the darkened living room area. Finally, my opportunity to flee away from the scene was more accessible now than it had been for the entire hour and a half that I had been inside of Tae’s home. The keys to my car never escaped from my grasp, so one sprint out of the front door was all that was needed.
It has been several other encounters prior to this one that I had been a participant of and the abhorrent choices that I’ve made in just about all of those circumstances has often times resulted in me cussing myself out about it afterwards. There has to be a slight psychological abstraction within my mental capacity that constantly causes me to take unnecessary risks that I honestly shouldn’t be taking. But, the thrill of living on the edge, joining in on certain forbidden activities that can quite frankly land me in hot water seems to give me an indescribable rush.
In this case, maybe it was the mental imagery rerunning itself in my mind of me just standing right in between two well-portioned young women who didn’t seem to have a care in the world that I was there to witness them both in their bras and panties. Or, maybe it was the high pitched cry of Tae’s voice echoing from a room’s distance that had me frozen in place where I stood, as she finally shared with Peaches the innocence of our encounter at the grocery store.
Ironically enough, instead of dashing freely through the unguarded front door like I should have, I found myself walking in the opposite direction toward the living room where Peaches apparently was distinctively spanking Tae’s naked ass.
While standing in line at the local grocery store with only 2 people ahead of me, she just so happened to find her way behind me in line. Of course, at this particular moment “she” was the only name that I could attach to her because to the best of my knowledge I had never met her before a day in my life; even though she suggested that I looked very familiar to her. This is where I should have ended things way before it had a chance to begin, but quite naturally I didn’t and by me not doing so it enables me to share this story.
The two people that were in line ahead of me eventually paid for their items and left the store, but the young lady who was still in line behind me continued on with her conversation feeling the need to give me pointers on what I should add to my lasagna to make it taste even better. True, I had all of the ingredients on the belt that one would need in order to make a lasagna, but an Italian dish wasn’t the meal of my choice on that particular day.
Nevertheless, my food items were bagged and paid for so I politely exited the conversation with the vocal young lady by making her aware that I hoped that she would enjoy the remainder of her day.
In response to my politeness, she wanted to know if I lived in the neighborhood and if so would she be able to hitch a ride with me to prevent her from having to wait on her Uber driver to show up.
Not seeing any harm in giving her a lift, I began to assist her with placing her groceries in the trunk of my car before escorting her to her destination. The ride from the grocery store to her house was a reasonable short journey; a mere 15-20 minute drive to be exact. A lot was covered within those brief 20 minutes though. She had an opportunity to learn more about me, and my observance of the details within her dialogue revealed things to me about her that I would have never guessed on my own.
Seeing as though she only had 4 or 5 light bags of groceries to carry I assumed that she could manage on her own now that I was parked directly in front of her residence. However, I somehow had forgotten all about the 2 cases of water that she purchased in which she asked if I could bring them into the house for her.
Agreeing to her request yet again, but simultaneously making her aware that I needed to hurry home myself, I reluctantly entered her spacious townhouse and carefully stored her cases of water next to the refrigerator as she suggested. As a sign of gratitude toward me because of me being such a gentleman to her she offered me a cold drink straight from the fridge.
As I turned to make a selection from the two options that she had just given me, another young lady assertively made her presence known by storming into the kitchen frustratingly asking who am I.
To Be Continued . . .