one shots

shorty swing my way pt. 3

august 1998
saturday
6:45 pm

"Hurry up, Nay!" Lisa banged on the bathroom door.
"Hold up! I'm almost done!" I was nearing the end of shaving.
"You need to be tryin' to pick an outfit. You know it takes you like two hours to decide on one," she called from behind the door.
"I know," I had about three more strokes left before finishing.

"You want me to pull out some stuff so you can get a head start?"
"That'd be great," I replied.

Within minutes, I was nice, smooth, and moisturized, and I couldn't help but run my hands along my legs for several moments.

Once I was satisfied, I stood and made my way into my room, where Lisa was standing in my closet, throwing dresses over her shoulder and onto my bed.

I put on my deodorant and unwrapped myself from my towel and put on matching lingerie. I began going through the dresses, putting them against my body as I stood in the mirror.

"Should I go dark or bold?" I inquired.
"Dark. You already caught his attention with a bold color, in a club. Y'all are goin' to dinner so you might wanna tone it down a lil'," she replied.
"You're right," I nodded before grabbing another dress.

"Shorty swing my wayyy. Sure look good to me. Now, would you pleaseee swing my way. Shorty swing my way," Lisa sung and danced a bit.
"If I wasn't so cut for time, I'd be kicking you out of my room for teasing me," I shook my head.

By the time it was 7:30, I had finally decided on an outfit and was going through my shoes.

After ten minutes, I had my heels picked out and proceeded to do my makeup. With only five minutes to spare before Swing would be here, I put on my perfume and stuffed a bag with clothes and necessities.

"Guess I won't be seeing you until tomorrow," Lisa leaned against my room's doorframe.
"If everything goes well," I reminded her.
"Mhm," she smirked.

"Thanks for all your help, Muffin," I smiled and gave her a hug.
"It's nothin'," she hugged me back.

The doorbell rang, and I glanced at the clock.

7:59 pm

I shook my head with a smirk before zipping up my bag and making my way toward the front door.

"I love you," she said as we hugged again.
"I love you too," I smiled.
"Don't forget to put it on him, Nay Nay," she giggled as I walked to the door.
"Girl, you are crazy," I shook my head while unlocking the door.
"I'm serious, Renée. When you saddle up, you better ride that d-- Hey, Swing," she changed her train of thought as I opened the door, unveiling my date for the night.

"What's up?" he nodded to her in greeting.
"I see you've got your bag," he smirked at me.
"I see you're on time," my head tilted to the side a bit.

He brought his hands from behind his back, presenting a single, long stemmed red rose.

"For you," he smiled, that charm oozing from him like sweat.
"Thank you," I blushed, taking the rose.

He took my bag into his hold and took my unoccupied hand into his.

"Bye, guys! Nay, remember what I said!" Lisa called after us as we walked to his Jeep.
I chuckled and shook my head as he opened the door for me.

I got into the passenger seat before he closed the door behind me. He put my bag on the backseat before getting behind the wheel. I watched Lisa wave from the door as he pulled out of the driveway.

"So, where are we having dinner?" I asked.
"My place," he replied.
"You know how to cook?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Why is that such a surprise?" he chuckled.
"You don't seem like the type," I ran my fingers through my box braids.
"What's my type, shorty?" he glanced over at me, another pair of midnight colored shades shielding his eyes.