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B lessyn tried a nigga when she said I didn’t have anything nice to put on.

She obviously didn’t realize who the fuck I was.

I wore shit like a street nigga because I was in the streets because I liked to be comfortable.

It was nothing to go in my closet and pull out some shit.

I looked up the restaurant that she had sent me.

Even though I knew how to dress nice, I had never been on a date in my life.

The type of women that I fucked with only wanted the dick and a few bands to get their ass done.

Blessyn was different she was making a nigga treat her right.

The crazy thing was, I was kind of feeling the whole going on a date thing.

I walked into my closet and pulled down a Versace shirt that I bought last week along with black pants to match.

She was about to see another side of me tonight.

I showered, washed my beard and brushed my waves.

I stood in the mirror and checked my nose to make sure I didn’t have any hairs hanging out or any boogers.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I put my clothes on and went to my safe downstairs to pull out my black card.

Around six, I pulled out my garage with my Bentley truck.

It was going to take me a lil’ minute to get over to the restaurant so I left in enough time so I could beat the traffic.

It was never a good time to travel in Atlanta.

As a man, I wanted to beat her there. She was already doubting me, so I had a point to prove tonight.

I had a house not too far from the spot we were eating at.

I never stayed there because it wasn’t shit on the side of town but it was relaxing.

I pulled up to valet and let them park the car.

The hostess escorted me to our table, and I was shocked to see Blessyn already sitting down.

I looked at my watch to see if I was late.

Shit, I still had thirty minutes to spare.

“Surprised to see me?” She crossed her hands on the table.

“Nah, not at all. I can tell you surprised to see me though. Did my outfit make the cut?” I held my hands up for to get a good look.

She looked me up and down and shifted in her chair. Yeah, a nigga had her twitching. I didn’t care how much she tried to act like she wasn’t feeling me because of our one-night stand, she was feeling me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here.

“I ordered us some drinks,” she stated as I took my seat.

“How you know what I like to drink?”

“I was drunk a few weeks ago but I went through a few of my sister pictures and noticed you drunk a lot of cognac. Am I correct?”

“You starting to make me think you wasn’t as drunk as you appeared to be,” I insinuated.

“Trust me, I was fucked up. I just did a little investigating.”

“That’s what I like ‘bout you. You not out there like a lot of the females I know.”

The waitress brought our drinks and we placed our food order.

I was already feeling the vibe she was on tonight.

She had her hair under another wig. The shit looked good though.

I fucked a lot of women that wore frontals, but Blessyn was the best I seen.

There was thin layer of gloss on her thick lips.

Her eyebrows were naturally thick and arched.

She didn’t need anything on her skin because it was flawless.

Blessyn’s skin had a nice glow to it. The shoulder tattoo and two small hearts on her throat stood out with her backless dress.

“What kind of females you used to being with?” She asked, picking up her wine glass.

“Huh?” Blessyn took me off guard.

“I’m saying, it definitely ain’t my type. I didn’t answer you fast enough today and you got a little crazy on me. It’s giving you like women that worship you. Is that your type?”

“I ain’t here to talk ‘bout no other females. I’m here to see wassup with you. I’m trying to get to know you so the next time we fuck, we won’t be strangers.”

“Won’t be a next time Mr. Larry.”

“You sho?” I rubbed my fingers through my beard.

“Nothing is stopping me from dragging you to the bathroom, bending you over and slow stroking you until your legs shake. You can sit you are fine ass there and act like you don’t want me to, but I can put all the money in my pocket you don’t have panties on. ”

Blessyn sipped her drink and looked around before locking eyes with me. See it was in a woman’s eyes that told what they really wanted. Her mouth was saying one thing, but her eyes was telling me to another. I was going to chill though. I was really here to get to know her.

“Now that I have you speechless. Why you ain’t got a nigga and kids yet?”

“I guess I’m too strong for most men.”

“So, you don’t have any kids?”

She paused for a second, “No kids. What about you?”

The paused had me for a minute. I glared into her eyes before, I responded.

“No kids.”

“I can honestly say I thought you would have a few baby mamas. You not bad looking at all.”

“I’m not the type to have a baby mama. My brother got enough baby mama problems for the both of us.”

“What’s wrong with a baby mama.”

“If a man can lay up with you, then why can’t he make you his wife? That’s just my opinion though. That’s why I don’t have kids; I haven’t met a woman yet that’s worth being my wife or carrying my child.”

“I like the way you think. But what about people that don’t want to be married?”

“Again, that’s why I don’t have kids. It’s either marriage or nothing.”

“I feel you.”

“Why you single though, for real. Like I understand you strong and shit but it’s niggas out there that don’t care ‘bout being with a strong woman. Is there something else ‘bout you that make niggas not want to fuck wit’ you?”

“Niggas want me, but I don’t want them. Don’t sit across from me and make it seem like I’m not a catch. You trying to get with me.”

“You think that’s what I’m doing?”

“Yeah, what other reason would you be sitting here?”

“Come closer to me. You too far away,” I told her.

The restaurant was packed but everyone was busy enjoying who they were with.

Blessyn stood up and moved closer to me.

I could tell the way her ass was moving in the dress that she didn’t wear any panties.

I bit down on my lip and thought about some nasty shit I could do to her.

Right as I was about to touch her the waitress brought our food.

“Thank you,” Blessyn told the waitress.

We said a few words in between our meal.

She didn’t talk much. Her phone was going off a few times, but she didn’t answer or check it.

Another thing about her I liked. Not one time did she pull it out to take a picture of her food or post anything.

That was rare. Blessyn was different and that’s the reason I was trying to get to know her.

Any woman that won’t steal from you while you sleep, deserves to be treated right.

“Why are you staring at me? Is your food not good enough?”

“I don’t like eating fancy ass food like this. I did it to be next to you.” I pulled her chair closer to me and slipped my hand up her dress until my hand reached her semi bald pussy. “You did what I told you. I like that.”

“It wasn’t for you.”

I used my thumb to make small circles around her clit. Her nipples became hard and she was trying to figure out what to with her hands.

“Continue eating your food. Don’t even move. I don’t care how hard it gets for you; you better not make not one noise.”

“But-.”

“Eat or you gonna get us put out.”

Blessyn cut her steak and tried her best to eat as I added a little pressure to her clit.

She was getting wetter so I knew I had her closer to her orgasm.

She picked up her glass with her shaking hand.

It took everything in me not to laugh but I wanted to let her know that all that hard shit around me wasn’t going to work.

She slammed her cup down and gripped my arm tightly as she came all over herself.

I made sure to run my finger down her slit.

Blessyn stared at me as I removed my hand and put my fingers right in my mouth.

“You can keep all this fancy food and shit. I’ll rather eat you out right in the back of my truck. I’m here because I wanna do what you like and what you want me to do so I can get to know you.” I raised my hand to our waitress so I could pay the bill. I pulled my black card out and gave it to her.

“Can we go now?”

“Where you tryin’ to go?”

“It doesn’t matter. I need to just get out of here because this shit is running down my ass. Thankfully I wore black and won’t have a wet stain.”

“I can clean that up for you but I mean you so damn stuck on being correct.”

“It’s called morals and you just fucked that up by finger fucking me in a five-star restaurant.”

“You liked that shit. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

“Maybe I did. Just like you liked the taste of me but you’ll never be able to fully get to so make sure you enjoy that flavor.” She pushed her chair away from the table and walked off.

I got up and briskly walked behind her until we walked out the door together. Before she got to valet, I grabbed her by the arm.

“Look if I offended you, my bad. I like you but if you afraid of some public affection then you can’t fuck with me on that level. Fine as you are, I can’t keep my hands to myself. I’m sorry I’m not what you used to.”

“I’m not mad just shocked that I keep letting a stranger do this shit to me.”

“That’s why we here. We tryin’ not to be strangers, right?” I pulled her in closer to me.

“Yeah,” she said lowly.

“Aight then. Don’t be ashamed when you with me. I’m tryin’ build. I’mma let you go home tonight but the next time we go on a date, it’s my rules. I did it your way. We cool?”

“We cool.”

I lifted her chin to place a kiss on her neck. She was melting with every kiss. I lowered her chin so I could look in her eyes and then kissed her on her lips. “Text me when you make it home.”

She was confused after I said that. She thought she was getting the dick tonight.

Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to give it to her, but I was really trying to get to know her.

She had me interested and I didn’t want to blind my judgment by the pussy.

I stayed with her for her car and helped her get in.

She looked me over again before she pulled off.

She wanted me too. We’ll see how this shit go.