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It was then that she received confirmation that going out with him was going to be a whole new world for her when he pulled up to Neptune’s Steak & Seafood Restaurant for dinner. It was a major step up from eating at Fat Larry’s with her girls.
Inside the restaurant, he chose to sit beside her inside their booth instead of across from her.
“It’s more intimate this way,” he said, and she was now even more nervous than before, and Barbara became uncharacteristically shy. Smiling and giggling at just about everything he said as they dined on steak and lobster and sipped the champagne that he ordered. Barbara felt like a woman, until she felt his hand stroking her thigh beneath the table while they were talking. Suddenly, she was a nervous girl out on her first date with a man.
Since it wasn’t the first time that she’d had her thigh stroked, after a while, she calmed down and relaxed as they talked about what she planned to do after high school and what he saw himself doing other than hustling. She was surprised that he had well-thought-out goals.
But she would have been lying if she didn’t admit that she wanted him to pay the check and leave so he could kiss her like he threatened to do earlier. With him so close to her, she was feeling things she had never felt from a boy, and that was because he was no boy. He was a man.
He paid the bill and then Ram held Barbara’s hand as they walked to the car. Once they were in the car, he suggested they go back to his spot. “So, we can burn one, talk and have a drink or whatever.”
“You’re spot?” Barbara asked, thinking about her fears of becoming a victim. Which would make him the victim.
“My apartment,” Ram laughed at the terrified look on her face. “Not the dope spot.”
Ram opened the door to his small one-bedroom apartment, which was really more like an efficiency, and Barbara stepped inside. The place may have been small, but it was laid, and it was cle
an.
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna get us something to drink.” Ram went into the kitchen. “You can roll us one if you want to.”
While he made them drinks, Ram watched Barbara while she rolled. Looking all beautiful and sexy as fuck and knew that he wanted her. But it went a little further than just wanting to fuck her.
’Cause she sexy as fuck. But I like her.
Ram liked talking to Barbara. She was smart, and she wasn’t ghetto, and her hands don’t look like cups. He met those women all the time and could fuck any one of them anytime he wanted to, so getting pussy wasn’t a problem.
Ram finished making the drinks and sat down next to Barbara. He handed her a glass and she handed him the blunt.
“Champagne?”
“Yes, same as we were drinking at the restaurant,” Ram said and lit the blunt and they talked, and once again, he enjoyed talking to her. Barbara wasn’t only smart, she was funny. And she sexy as fuck. He wanted to fuck her badly. But in the back of his mind was Tenikka’s voice.
I guess I don’t need to remind you that she is my underage sister, or that our father is Bobby Ray, or that she calls Mike Black, Uncle Mike. I’d hate for our Daddy and Uncle Mike to have to kill you over her. And they will kill you over her.
That wasn’t a reality check, it was a warning.
One that he took seriously.
Because my life depends on it.
So, it was decision time. Ram figured that if she was there, and despite what she said, that she knew what was up.
I mean her girl took Azibo and Dequain like a champ.
But was it worth risking his life for?
Barbara had been talking and laughing, smoking good weed, and drinking champagne. She was having a good time, but when Ram took the glass from her hand, she knew what was up. Especially with that hungry look in his eye.
Ram leaned into her, crowding her with his body heat and his presence and he kissed Barbara. His gentle kiss to her lips had her feeling hazy; or was it the weed and the champagne that had her head spinning. Barbara didn’t know, and she wasn’t spending any time trying to figure it out. She just knew that it felt good.
Barbara’s hands stayed on her lap as his hands cupped her face. Slowly, his hands began to explore. Then Ram unfolded her hands and leaned into their kiss until he had her pinned against the back of the couch. So, when he started to pull up her dress, she didn’t protest. His kiss became more inflamed and Barbara returned his passion.
Ram’s hand traveled between her thighs, and he started to pull her dress down from the top with the other, revealing her skin to his lips. She was intoxicated, not just on the champagne and weed, but on him. But when their lips separated, Barbara backed away a little and he sat back.
“You ready to go?” Ram asked, and Barbara nodded her head. He wasn’t about to try and take this any further then she was willing to, because a nigga’s life depends on it. He liked Barbara and he wanted to see her again.
When they got to the spot where Uber was picking her up, she was giddy and relaxed. He kissed her until the car came and made sure she was gone before he pulled off.
