As mad as Shandra was she couldn’t suppress her laughter. Once she got to work, she didn’t even have a minute to breathe. No sooner than she sat down at the console did the crazy calls start. Shandra couldn’t believe that people actually called 911 for simple things. One lady wanted a fireman to get her cat out of a tree. Yes, she was serious!
A young mother wanted the cops to come over and talk to her seven year old because he was out of control. Shandra wanted to tell the woman to get a belt and wear his lil’ ass out but she was calm and dispatched an officer to help the helpless mother.
What is going on with parenting today? Does CPS have people that afraid to discipline their kids? And then there was the man who called 911 only to ask the time. That’s when Shandra had to pull a Whitley Gilbert from the old television show Different World. You know the line...”relax, relate, release!” She was two seconds from cussing the man out, but since the lines were recorded, that was not an option.
The banana brained officers of course weren’t much better than the callers. She had to continuously repeat information that they were too stupid to simply write down. And even after she had given addresses three times or more, they would go to the wrong houses. Of course, they got an attitude then as if it was her fault. Shandra used Whitley a lot that day. “Relax, relate, release” came out of her mouth many times.
On her lunch break, she received a call from Sabrina. Sabrina asked if she wanted to go to Club Curves that night. Club Curves was the hottest club catering to full-figured, sexy women in Atlanta, Georgia.
“I don’t know Bri.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had been out to a club. Even though the place was sure to be packed with full-figured women, Shandra was not comfortable shaking her groove thang in a crowded club. She’d probably be alone at a table watching Sabrina dance with man after man.
“Come on, Shandra! Live a little!” Sabrina coaxed. “When was the last time you just went out and had some fun? Besides, you deserve it after a hard day’s work!”
That much was true. Shandra needed to truly relax, relate, and release, so she finally gave in. “Okay, Bri! Let’s do this!”
It seemed as if shift change would never come. The more she thought about it, the more excited she got about going out. She was standing at her console waiting when five o’clock finally came. As soon as she briefed her relief, Shandra hurried out the front door and hopped in her car. Determined to be the sexiest woman up in Club Curves, she raced over to Fredrick’s off Hollywood. She found the perfect pink and black pinstripe bustier pantsuit and then went to Nine West and found the perfect matching stiletto sandals. Shandra then treated herself to a manicure and pedicure complete with pink and black French tip nails.
Her micro braids were still fresh so she felt no need to go get a touch up. She called Sabrina and the two agreed to meet at Olive Garden at eight thirty.
Wanting to surprise Sabrina with her new outfit, Shandra went to her mother’s to take a long luxurious bubble bath and get dressed. As always Shandra’s mom, Dorothy, kept a bottle of her favorite bath and body gel in her old bedroom – Love Spell by Victoria Secret. It had been Shandra’s favorite ever since she was a junior in college.
As she got dressed, she looked at her curvaceous figure in the mirror. She had always known she would look hot and sexy when she finally adorned an outfit from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. She was extremely pleased with the way she looked. Staring back at her was a whole new Shandra Dianne McGhee. She could not wait for Sabrina to see her. Maybe she would lay off the fat jokes for just one night.
As planned, Sabrina was speechless when she saw Shandra. “Oh My God, girl, you look good!” Sabrina screamed while half of the restaurant stared in her direction.
“Don’t I though?” Shandra said, smiling seductively. “Come on girl, let’s sit down. I didn’t come to Olive Garden for the attention.” Shandra whispered in Sabrina’s ear. “Besides, you looking pretty good ya’ damn self Bri.” Sabrina was sporting a tight, leopard print cat suit as only Sabrina could do. Shandra didn’t have to tell Sabrina that she looked good. Sabrina knew it.
“I wonder if that fine ass DJ will be there tonight.” Sabrina wondered aloud.
“What about Jazz?” Shandra asked. This girl changed men like decent women changed thongs, but the DJ was off limits! “I have kinda had my eye on DJ Trey Skillz for a minute.” Shandra gave Sabrina a stern look and continued, “so don’t even try it. Now let’s order.” She hadn’t seen Trey in months but still, Sabrina knew that she was feeling him.
Rolling her eyes Sabrina said, “Ooh…this chicken parmesan looks really good with the fettuccini pasta. What are you having? A salad?” Sabrina smirked. Of course she was hinting at Shandra’s weight. Sabrina knew that Shandra was insecure about the weight she had packed on over the years. It’s probably the reason her husband cheated on her with every woman he encountered. Sabrina was not worried about Trey Skillz choosing Shandra over her.
Shandra wasn’t even thinking about the menu. She was so used to Sabrina’s child-like behavior, she even ignored the salad joke. No matter how close to being a big girl Sabrina was, she still knew how to act like a skinny bitch. She was thinking about DJ Trey Skillz and how to keep him out of Sabrina’s bedroom. He would just be one of many men passing through. Sabrina always thought that every fine man had to be with her. Well tonight, Shandra was making it her mission to get next to Trey Skillz, and for more than a one night stand. She knew Treymaine “Skillz” Sampson had the potential to be so much more.
The waiter came and asked the two ladies if they were ready to order. “I’ll have the Chicken Parmesan with fettuccini pasta.” Sabrina said.
“Make that two.” Shandra added holding up two fingers. To hell with the rabbit food! Shandra thought as she looked at Sabrina’s stuck up ass. Some men appreciated a full figured woman with an appetite for good food and good loving.
DJ Trey Skillz’s, ruggedly handsome face was the first one Shandra saw as they entered the club. She couldn’t stop looking at him and imagining what he would look like naked. There was something so familiar about the man. She just couldn’t put her finger on it but she was ready to put every inch of her body on his!
Her vibrator, Mr. Magic Stick, made her pussy feel good, but Shandra was ready for a man to hold her and love her. Mr. Magic Stick couldn’t do that.
Sabrina left her alone no sooner than they entered the club. Some man came by and meowed at her cat suit and she followed him to the bar for a drink and then out to the dance floor. That was one reason why Shandra didn’t like clubbing with Sabrina. She was often left sitting alone at a table.
Tonight would be different though. Shandra was going to have some fun. She had decided to have a good time even if no one asked her to dance. After downing a Sex on the Beach, she had the nerve to dance alone.
Trey watched Shandra strut to the dance floor. It’s got to be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that, Trey thought as he bit his bottom lip watching Shandra’s ass cheeks bounce up and down as they clapped together.
Trey set his DJ equipment on auto-selection playing nothing but the hottest songs from his and Shandra’s college years.
“Ooh, this was my jam in college!” Shandra yelled as she worked her hips to “Push It” by Salt-N-Pepa.
Sabrina danced over to Shandra and said, “You know he’s playing all those sexy jams for me.”
Shandra rolled her eyes at her roommate. “Whatever!” The competition was on! May the best woman win.
Sabrina was ready to let Shandra know that once she set her sights on a man, no woman, not even her so-called best friend, could steal him away. Sabrina gyrated her slim hips and big butt while rubbing her hands all over her body. She could see Trey out of the corner of her eyes. He is definitely watching me, Sabrina thought.
Shandra wanted to laugh out loud. Sabrina looked like a porn star on crack. There she was in a crowded club making love to herself while women and even some men looked on in disg
ust. But Sabrina didn’t care. She squeezed her breasts together while biting down on her bottom lip. She traced her thick lips with her long, wet, pink tongue while rubbing her hands between her thick thighs and teasing her clit. Trey could only choose her. He had to want a taste of her.
He was watching.
He watched as the beautiful Shandra danced to the beat in the most seductive way he had ever seen. She wasn’t masturbating like her friend. She was just feeling the music and she wasn’t missing a beat. That turned him on a lot more than Sabrina’s freak show. He thought her brown sugar complexion was the prettiest he had ever seen. He was in love with her eyes and when she smiled she lit up the entire room. He found her height and stature to be so sexy. He loved short, thick women.
Trey manually selected Jahiem’s “Anything,” turned it on low volume and began to speak. “Ya’ll listen up. This poem is dedicated to the most beautiful woman in the house.”
Kiss Me©
I can tell you want to kiss me. Look at you the quiver of your lips.
I watch your body move...how you walk.
For me, your body will burn.
But then when I speak for more of me, you will yearn.
My lips stay soft and wet with natural glisten and glow.
A woman would be crazy to not indulge herself in me.
Kissing you is all I think of.
Passion is my game.
I know you want to kiss me
In your voice, I hear the strain.
After the poem, Trey was ready to finally make his move. He had longed to be with her for years. Tonight was the night. His large hands were sweaty. He felt like he was a kid again. “Hey beautiful, Lady.” Trey said as he approached Shandra and Sabrina.
“Hey, yourself.” Sabrina answered. “Thanks for the poem, Trey. It was beautiful. I’ve been feeling you for a while. I’m glad that tonight is our night.” She said seductively as she pressed her body against his.
“Ma, that poem wasn’t for you.” She was feeling herself way too much and Trey brought her down a notch with, “it was for Shandra.”
He left Sabrina standing there with egg all over her face. She stood with her mouth agape as if she couldn’t believe he wasn’t interested in her.
“You should pick that up.” Trey told her, pointing down at the floor.
“What?” Sabrina asked as she searched the dirty floor.
“Your face! You’re feeling yourself way too much, Sabrina. I mean literally feeling yourself too much.” Shandra couldn’t help but laugh as Sabrina huffed, puffed, and stormed off with some new guy. Sabrina probably figured that would make Trey jealous.
“Hi Trey”, Shandra finally replied, smiling from ear to ear. He chose her!
“Shandra, I have been trying to get up the nerve to talk to you ever since college.”
“That’s funny. I don’t remember you from college.” Shandra told him. Maybe that’s why he looked so familiar to her. But still, she didn’t remember him. Besides, if she had known him then, she could have avoided her terrible marriage to Jerome. “I wish I had known you in college. I never would have met my asshole of an ex husband.”
Trey looked deep into her hazel brown eyes and said, “Baby, its ok. We all have to find our own paths and our own way, before anything real can ever come into our lives.” She gave him a beautiful smile that made his heart race. “Shandra, I wrote that poem for you. I was hoping that you would come back to the club.”
“So just what was it that you were trying to say?” Shandra asked while trying not to let her huge smile show. The poem was impressive. She was elated to know that he had written and saved it just for her. Wow!
Trey’s face grew serious as he said, “What I’m saying is that I wanna get next to you, and not just tonight.”
Just as he was going to ask her to dance, Sabrina walked up to them with a disgusted look on her face. As if she didn’t get the message the first time, she came back to get embarrassed twice. “Trey, why you frontin’ like you want Shandra’s fat ass? Is this a joke or somethin’? You know I’m the fine one. You know you want this.” The jealous slut said while pointing between her funky legs.
This trick ain’t but a damn happy meal from being a big girl her damn self and got the nerve to talk shit. Shandra was about to let her have a piece of her mind when Trey spoke up.
“Naw, Sabrina, you just don’t get it do you? I don’t want you. You not even a lil bit sexy to me! You are way too thin. Its nothing you can ever do for me except stay off my jock!” Trey once again turned back to Shandra “Dance with me, Boo, Please?” Trey asked her with the most sincere look in his eyes.
Sabrina couldn’t believe her ears. A man was choosing fat Shandra over her. That just didn’t happen. He had to be crazy. Sabrina was a beautiful redbone with slanted eyes and a banging size twelve body. Everybody said she favored Salt from the group Salt-N-Pepa. Now what man would choose a short, Monique look-alike over Salt?
Shandra chuckled and said, “Ok.” The look on Sabrina’s face was priceless. That’ll teach her to sneak in those damn big girl jokes. On the dance floor, she leaned forward and whispered in Trey’s ear, “Hold me tight.”
“Only if I never have to let you go,” Trey replied as he grabbed her body close to his. As Shandra would soon find out, Trey Sampson meant every word. They danced all night long, only taking short breaks, long enough for him to change spins on his equipment.
Shandra felt so good in Trey’s arms. She wanted him to hold her like that forever.
“Did you drive or ride with Sabrina?” Trey asked while packing up his DJ equipment. It was well after two in the morning.
“I rode with that hoochie mama,” Shandra said, laughing. Sabrina had long since left the club with some guy named Jerrell. She didn’t even ask Shandra if she had cab fare to get home. Shandra would not have just left her that way, but Sabrina was never a real considerate person. Shandra couldn’t understand why she ever considered her a friend.
“Shandra, baby, I’ll tell you what. If you don’t have to work tomorrow then we can go back to my place. I’ll cook an early breakfast for you.” Trey’s offer was enticing, but the seductive look in his eyes made it impossible for Shandra to say no.
Trey took her to his bachelor pad in Lawrenceville, Georgia, just a few miles outside of Atlanta. Shandra was in awe of his tastefully decorated apartment with just the right touch of masculinity.
“Wow Trey, your apartment is so beautiful.”
“The only beauty I see in this room is you. I have waited so long for this moment. I had almost given up, but, then you walked into the club looking like an exotic angel, and I knew that we would get together.”
Watching Trey’s sexy self walk into his bedroom, Shandra felt the need to join him. She yearned for his touch. She wanted him bad.
“I’ll be right out Shandra. Make yourself comfortable.” She could hear the smooth sounds coming from the stereo in his room. Jodeci’s “Freek’n You” was playing and she knew he was trying to turn her on. What he did not even realize was that she didn’t need any help. Her temperature was already at the boiling point.
Shandra looked up and saw his college graduation picture. It was then and only then that she remembered Trey from biology class. He had been the smartest boy in the class. Long gone were his broken eye glasses held together by duck tape. He now sported contacts. Soft, silky braids replaced his huge, outdated afro. He had also given up the high water pants and the pen pocket shirts. Standing at a slender, but sexy six feet and seven inches and wearing a size sixteen shoe, Treymaine Sampson had sex appeal that she never thought he would have had back in school. No wonder she did not remember him from school. Wow, she thought.
“So my lady, how do pancakes, sausage, grits and eggs sound?” Trey asked as he came out of his bedroom looking sexy as ever with nothing on but sweatpants, his delicious looking caramel skin glistening. It was obvious he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She noticed that his dick was hardening. She fig
ured that he had to be at least ten inches long and it looked fat, just the way she liked it.
“Sounds great Trey.” Shandra felt so relaxed and at home, she slipped off her shoes and curled up on the couch. She did not even realize that she had nodded off. Next thing she knew Trey was waking her. The smell of breakfast made her stomach growl. It smelled great!
“Trey how did you know this was my favorite breakfast?” He seemed too good to be true. “Just hoping you’d like it.” Trey told her. He fixed her plate and then escorted her to the dinette nook out back so they could watch the sunrise. Once they were both seated, they held hands and said Grace. Trey sat watching Shandra as she took her first bite, hoping that she would enjoy his cooking.
“Umm this soooo good. Ummmmm.” Shandra hadn’t had a down home breakfast like the one he cooked in years. She and Sabrina only had breakfast when she cooked. Sabrina always had an excuse as to why she couldn’t cook. Most of the time her excuses revolved around the man in her bed. Knowing that she was enjoying her meal, he then dug into his own plate.
The sun was almost completely up before either one noticed. “So much for watching the sunrise.” Shandra said, laughing.
He looked into her eyes and said, “I love your smile, your laugh. It’s infectious.”
“Well, I’ve never had anyone make me smile so much.” Shandra told him. She felt comfortable talking to Trey. She hadn’t ever felt that way about too many people in her lifetime. “Treymaine, I have never felt this comfortable with anyone. Ever.”
“I always want you comfortable and content when you are around me. Any other way wouldn’t be right,” Trey told her with honest eyes.
“May I kiss you?” He asked like the shy schoolboy he had been back in college.
“I never thought you would ask,” Shandra replied as she drew her lips towards his. Trey made his way around the table, never parting his lips from hers. The passionate kiss seemed to last for an eternity.
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