~Kendrick~
Kendrick slowly pulled his black Acura into a short stretch of apartments. After parking, he took a moment to take in what was happening. Finally, after two years of instant messaging and web cams he was sitting in front of home about to meet her. He was an arrogant man, never one to chase. He didn't have to. Pursue, flirt, maybe even subtly express interest to get things moving, he had no problems with those. But chase, never. Until he met her. She simply didn't want him. He wasn't even convinced that she wanted him now, but she would by the time he left her. For some reason, he found her irresistible. Was it her innocence? That strange combination of humbleness and high standards? Or maybe that body? He caught glimpses of it occasionally via web cam when she would get up to get a glass of water, or when she got up to let her younger sister talk to him. The girl was somewhat smitten with him and would blush every time he asked her if she had a boyfriend, or tell her how pretty she was.
It was the body. It had to be that body. Lauren was smaller up top and thick as all get out on the bottom. Her stomach was flat and toned, and she even had hints of those same cuts of definition he had by his pelvis. Then there were those hips. Perhaps because they almost seemed out of place near such a small waist, but he found himself fantasizing about those hips....that led down to those thighs...those thick legs. All dipped in chocolate. Lord, help him. And it was like she didn't even know. And that smile, it was a shy one, framed by full lips. It made his heart pump a little faster to think of it. The same way it seemed to speed up when he heard her ringtone, and would damn near bust his ass trying to get to the phone. God damn...he had given her a special ringtone...He picked it up from the passenger seat and quickly changed her ringtone to the general one all his other contacts had.
After he had changed it, he checked the time. It was an hour a head of when he said he would be there. He wanted to catch her off guard. For some reason, her loved making her nervous, seeing her squirm. It brought him a perverse sense of satisfaction.
"Oh well," he thought out loud now, grabbing his bag from the trunk. "If she ain't ready, she better get ready."
After he knocked, it took her a while to answer the door. The music was blasting loud enough for him to hear it outside, and he could only imagine how loud it sounded inside. Suddenly the music stopped and the door creeped open. She tried to hide the surprised look on her face, but failed. They had been talking for at least a minute and she had neglected to invite him inside. She had forgotten her manners. Mission accomplished.
