Fresh out the shower, I douse myself with a little Gucci Rush cologne and check my waves one last time to make sure they'll make muthafuckas "sea sick". My shit waves up nice. Most niggas have to get a kit to make their bebe's look like waves. I just hit mines with a little water, some wave grease, and a do-rag flipped inside out for about 20 minutes and my shit looks like somebody gave me finger waves. My moms got decent hair but my pops side of the family has the Native American gene that was passed down to most of us. It's a few Lawson's walking around here with that kinky shit but most of them got that from their other side. While I'm waiting on my waves to marinate I jump down in my fresh pressed dark denim 501 Levi's, a grey-black-red hooded Polo sweater with a coordinated black tee underneath. I slide my 10 1/2 polo covered foot in my black Polo boots to seal the deal. Ms. Lark says she doesn't like waiting so I had to snatch up something simple. Luckily, I had just made a cleaners run earlier today. Had I not, I would have had to hit up the mall for a fresh fit. Anybody who knows me knows that I am never off my square. Staying fly at all times is a must. I went through enough poverty stricken times when I was a child to know that it was not something I wanted to relive in my adult life. So my MO has always been to make more than I spend, save half of what I make in the event of a drought season, pay my bills 2 months in advance, and to keep me and my daughters wardrobe on point. I don't fuck around when it comes to any of that. My daughter will never live the way we lived. Not as long as I'm alive.
An hour has passed since I ditched my fam and went to get fresh for my date with Ms. Lark. I have to admit, I'm pretty excited about getting up with Red but I can't let her know that. The main rule my pops taught me was to never let a female know how much you are digging her. Once she realizes that you are more into her than she is in to you it's a wrap. She'll have you doing all kinds of shit that you don't want to do. To keep control you have to maintain suspense. I had to be sure I was on my A game before I pulled up to her spot so puffed the last of my little joint from earlier to calm my nerves. I'm picking her up from her Aunt's house so I didn't want to smoke too much in the event I had to greet someone. Just to be sure I didn't smell like weed, I have my travel sized bottle of Gucci Rush to freshen up with. I mean, my mama did raise me with a few manners. So I pull up in front of the crib and I see the little boy that was trailing behind her playing in the yard with some little girl. Looks like they are playing hide and go seek or some shit. But as soon as little dude spots me he breaks out for the front door yelling to the top of his lungs, "Laaaaaa Laaaaaa!! Laaaaaa Laaaaaaaa!! That boy in the white car you was talking to is out hereeee!!!! Laaaaa Laaaaaa!!!!". He's running at break neck speed trying to let his sister know about my arrival. By the time I get out of the car and head towards the door I see a lady that appears to be her aunt even though she looks very young. I mean seriously, I was expected some fat lady in a duster to come to the door. To my surprise, this lady was kind of fly. She has a tiny waist, nice firm thighs, and a fat ass to boot. In my mind I was like "Dayuumm Ma". I hope my eyes didn't express my excitement. I can see the resemblance between her and Lark, even though it's just her aunt. Determined to give a positive impression I extend my hand and say, "Hello ma'am, how are you? I'm Ni… uh hmm.. Keniko… I'm here to pick up Lark". With the sweetest and mosting inviting smile she shakes my hand and says "Ohhh, hi Keniko. Lark is almost ready. Please, come in and take a seat. I'll let her know you are here". I step inside the modest home. The decor is really nice but simple as the smell of Glade Plug In's fill the air with the scent of Bahama Breeze. After waiting about 15 minutes, Lark finally erupts from the back room. When I tell you lil mama is a bad piece of work please believe it. She makes all these tramps around her look like mud ducks. I thought baby girl was looking good when I stopped her walking down this street but then she went and switch shit all the way up on me. She is now rocking a pair of royal blue body hugging jeans, some sort of yellow, white, black, and royal blue slouch shirt, some black booties adding about three inches to her frame, and her hair is wrapped up into a cute fun to show off her round face and gorgeous skin. Her dangling gold earrings and little black purse finish off the look just right. Lil mama is bad and she know it. I think that's what makes her so hot. Her confidence is on 10 and that shit makes my dick hard. We exchange good-bye's with her Aunt and head to the car. Like a true gentleman I allow her to walk out the door first and down the stairs. Who the fuck am I kidding. I mean, I'm a gentleman and all but I let her walk in front of me so that I can get an unclose look at that ass in them jeans. My dick instantly jumps at the sight of her ass swinging back and forth. I have to be careful not to let that head take over for the one on my shoulders tonight. I'm trying to make this more than a hit and run. Baby girl got my attention.
"So where are you taking me? I don't do fast food and I don't do movies not the first date", Lark said matter of factly. "Well, luckily for you Miss Thang, I didn't plan to do fast food or the movies tonight. I got this. Just get in and let me handle the rest, aight"? Chick is feisty. It's cute right now but I'm going to have to turn that shit down a notch when we get serious. I got Tupac's "Me Against the World" bumping right now. She seems to be vibing to it so I'll save Jodeci for the wrap up tonight. I take her to Cape to eat at my favorite Chinese restaurant. Lucky China is one of the nicer restaurants in the area and they have the best sweet and sour chicken between here and St. Louis. We seem to be vibing during dinner. I notice she tends to avoid directly answering questions about her parents or her upbringing. She only said that she's lived with her dad the last few years and that her aunt helps her dad out when he takes trips out of town. I know Tony from hanging out in the bottom before I did my bid. He is a cool cat if memory serves me correctly. Before I left, he was just a lady's man and tooted a little powder here and there. He held a steady job at Niranda for a long time from what I can remember. I didn't know they did traveling. I didn't want to pry into her dad's life story though. My goal was to get to know Ms Larkin and what I needed to do to make her mines. I'm already a sucka for her smile. Who knows what the future may hold. We wrap up dinner and decide to ride down near the river walk. We were going to take a stroll but it's damn there 20 degrees outside. We both decided we'd let the white people have that shit. We find a spot to park and just scope the scene and continue our conversation from dinner. Honestly, I'm not even hearing shit she's saying. All I can think about is how good her lip gloss will look on her lips while she's slobbing on my knob. I want shorty bad but she says she's planning to get married in a few months. I don't know what kind of nigga is cool with his fiancé going on a date with another nigga. This shit wouldn't be going down at all if she were with me. At the same time, i'm questioning her dedication to the nigga because she could have easily shut me down. That tells me I got a chance. And guess what? I'm gone muthafucking take it. "You are so beautiful Ms. Larkin. What kind of man would leave you unattended for nine whole month?", I say while caressing her hand. "The kind of man that serves his country Mr. Keniko. Besides, I'm grown. I'm not in need of a baby-sitter" Lark said with words dripping of sarcasm. "Well, if you were mines I would not have went to the military. I wouldn't want to leave you alone for all these nigga to harass you and me not be here to protect you", I needed her to know that I was feeling her so that I could set up for my first kiss. "So is that what you are doing? Harassing me?". I couldn't do anything but chuckle. This girl is a fire cracker. She's not even 18 yet and she got more fire than most 23 year olds I know. Without warning or asking permission I lean in and kiss her. To my surprise, she doesn't pull away. As a matter of fact, she seems to be enjoying the exchange so I make no plans to stop thrashing her with my tongue anytime soon. Just as the windows begin to fog up I get a page. I ignore it because I want to give Lark my undivided attention. Within 2 minutes I get another page. I look down and both message are to call my mother and that it's urgent. She doesn't send me 911 pages for just anything so I decide to cut things short with Lark and find a pay phone. "Ma, I got your message. What's up? I'm - ". "Niko, I need you to get home now. It's Kaniya. Hurry, please!!". I'm hearing a lot of commotion in the background while my mom is telling me what's going on. Then all of a sudden the phone disconnects. I tried to call back twice but the line is busy. Trying not to panic, I make the 30 minute drive from Cape to Sikeston in 19 minutes. On the way home I told Lark I have to go handle some personal business and I'll hit her up when I'm free. She seems annoyed by me not giving her details on why I'm cutting our date short but the less she knows the better. I'll feel her in if and when necessary. Right now, I have to see about my baby. I speed off heading straight to moms crib. My first concern is my daughter. After I know she's safe I have to round my niggas up. All I'm seeing is red so muthafucka's better be ready for my wrath.
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