Inappropriate Caller

Brianna

Lunch couldn’t come fast enough because a bitch was hungry. Me deciding to sleep in a little extra after dealing with Andre, left me no time to grab breakfast. Erika came with me as we stopped at a restaurant around the corner from our building.

“So did you hook up with Andre last night?” Erika asked. I knew she would be mad if I told her I did. She was always telling me I could do better, but better ain’t came around when a bitch got an itch.

“Naw girl, you know I stopped fucking around with him the last time,” I lied. Erika looked at me, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips up to the side. She gave me some straight side eye - she knew I was lying.

“Bitch you lying,”

“How do you know?’

“Because you always look back at me when I stare at you. You hooked up with him last night, didn’t you?”

“Shut up, you don’t know nothing,” I said, throwing a wadded up paper towel at her.

“Is the sex that good?” she asked as she stuffed a fork-full of cheese fries in her mouth.

“Sometimes, when he takes his time. Lately, he’s been like a damn jack rabbit pounding on my shit like he drilling for oil,” I said bluntly. Erika wasn’t ready.

“Damn, he be like that?”

“Girl,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You need someone better. You don’t need someone who’s gonna beat it up every time. I mean, you want someone who is gonna take care of it and make sure that it is happy.” Erika smiled and I just shook my head.

“I just need somebody that knows how to take care of me, period.”

“This is true.”

I know I deserve so much more, but it’s hard out here for a thick chick. Guys usually look at me like a quick fuck and nothing to attach themselves to. I know I deserve more than a quick fuck in the middle of the night.

“Well, why don’t I set you up with someone then,” she said.

“I’ll pass,” I quickly said before she even got a chance to describe anyone.

“Why? It can’t hurt,”

“Would you fuck them?” I asked. She looked at me and said nothing. “Question 2, would you be seen out in public with them?”

“Yeah, I have two who are really nice,” she said.

“Ok and what do they look like?” I asked.

“One is really smart, he works as an engineer,” she started. I shook my head and interrupted her.

“Yup see, you went to his characteristics. I’m not shallow but I need the brotha to look at least a little bit cute,”

“I feel you.” Erika gulped down her drink and looked at her phone. “Let me catch up with you later, I need to go and take care of something.” she said, grabbing her things and dumping her tray.

“A’ight girl, I’ll holla later.” And she was gone. I figured I could take a quick walk outside for a little bit and get some fresh air.

Outside was nice for spring day in Chicago. The air was crisp but it was actually very mild that I could stand outside without a jacket for a change. It was getting close to summer and I couldn’t wait. I wanted a thick, hot girl summer and I was determined to get it one way or another.

As I was checking my messages outside my building, I noticed this fine as white guy staring at me. He was fine as hell. He had dark brown hair with matching eyebrows. His eyes were hazel and he had a nicely trimmed beard. I usually don’t give guys with a beard a second look but I loved the way he was taking me in. He paid so much attention to me, he wasn’t even talking on his phone anymore.

I watched him watch me. He looked as if he was about to come over and introduce himself when my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey girl, they want us to learn about another account that will go live today, so they called a quick meeting,”

“Okay, good looking out, I’m on my way in.” I said disconnecting the phone. I turned and headed into the building. I looked back quickly to see if he was still looking, and he was! I turned on my best walk, swaying my thickness left and right. He looked mesmerized.

If only. Man, seriously, If only.

Malachi

Today was a nice day to take a walk outside during lunch. It’s rare that I get a chance to get outside for lunch, but today was different. I decided to walk around the entire block and on my way back around, I saw such a light that I never knew she existed. She was beautiful standing in front of her building, her braids hanging down her back, laying against her voluptuous figure. She was not the typical kind of woman that I usually attract, but she seemed like the type of woman that I needed.

Her milk chocolate skin covered every inch of her irresistible shape. She had all of the curves I’ve longed for quite some time, my mind got lost in her thickness so much, my member moved in my pants. I needed to find out who she was and if I could meet up with her later. She smiled at me as I watched her talk on the phone, she was every bit the type of woman I wanted. Right before I planned to approach her, she turned and hurried into the building, but not before looking back to see if I was still watching. Yes. I. Was.

I smiled as she turned and walked into the building. As I started back towards the office, I smiled as I knew where she would be, hoping that was her place of work. I just needed to make sure I made my presence known around here, in order to make sure I ran directly into her. I needed to know her name.

As soon as I reached my office, people were pulling me in different directions. I love my job, don’t get me wrong because I’m good at what I do. It’s just that there are so many expectations outside of work that people have for me, that I didn’t want to oblige. My mind was completely filled with the gorgeous woman that I saw during lunch so much that I didn’t notice Amanda had arrived in my office.

“Malachi!” she screamed my name to get my attention. I blinked hard and came back to reality.

“Amanda,” I said, acknowledging her presence.

“Something or someone must have your attention, you didn’t notice I walked into the office.

“No I didn’t.” Amanda was a good friend of mine. We went to the same school together and landed practically the same job at the same financial firm.

“So who piqued your interest,”

“I don’t know her,” I said thinking about her. Her curves made me bite my bottom lip as I thought about caressing every inch.

“So you did meet someone?”

“Not technically. I saw her, but I didn’t speak to her,”

“Well why not?” she asked, sitting on the side of my desk.

“The same reason you haven’t asked Miranda out on a date,” I said. She pressed her lips together and got off my desk.

“That’s not the same. She is so beautiful that I don’t think she swings my way,”

“You do know there are beautiful lesbian women right?”

“Yeah, but she’s way out of my league,”

“How do you figure?”

“The same way you figure you won’t be able to attract a full figured black woman,” she said, hanging her head back over the back of the couch in my office. “They won’t think we are serious.”

That was my one dilemma that I have a hard time facing. I don’t approach the type of woman I want because they don’t usually take me seriously. I’ve approached plenty of women but I get anxious when approaching a beautiful, black Nubian queen. For various reasons I believe; they may not date outside of their race, she may not see me as attractive at all, or she thinks that I’m just trying to hook up with her as a taboo kind of thing.

I know what I like and I know what I’ve had and what I am attracted to. The women that I have been dealing with are beautiful and smart, yet they cling to me because of who I am and I’ve been used to it as well. With me being a wealthy, attractive eligible bachelor, women of all ethnicities throw themselves at me. A majority of them are superficial and materialistic. I know it can be intimidating for someone who does not fall into the category of supermodel, heiress, or a member of a high profile family, to approach me, yet I’m a very approachable person.

I’m tired of going with the ‘norm’ because the women I’m attracted to don’t hang out in the same circles as I but I don’t care. I know what I like and I know what I want, regardless of what others may think. If they have an issue, it would be their problem as they dare not voice their opinions to me as I won’t tolerate it.

“She must have been the one,” Amanda said, drawing me out of my train of thought. I blinked at her after realizing I was lost in my thoughts.

“What was that?”

“I said, she must have been the one to have you, zoning out at the office. That’s a first,” she said smiling.

“What are you so giddy about?” I said trying to change the subject and looking over a few documents on my desk.

“Oh don’t play like you don’t know what I’m talking about,”

“So are you going to at least try and find out who she is and speak to her? You never know, she might be into you,” she giggled. I shook my head.

“Maybe, she did smile at me,” I smiled thinking about her smiling back at me.

“See, there you go.”

“Ok, I’ll do it if you do it,” I offered her.

“Do what?” Amanda responded with her voice an octave higher. “Ask Miranda out?”

“Ask her to the spring charity gala. And I’ll ask as well,” I looked at her. Her eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows.

“Oooo this will be interesting. You’re on!” she said, holding out her hand to seal the deal.

Now I just had to find my mystery woman and ask her to join me at the spring charity gala.

If only I had gotten her name, however knowing where she works gives me just another opportunity to hang out around the building.