CAPRISE
After the show they went to Londell’s up in Harlem for a nightcap. By two in the morning they all were in our cars waving goodnight. Caprice was ready to get back to Joe. A night out with the girls was entertaining but she was ready for some real fun. She already had it planned out. She would disrobe herself in the garage and enter the bedroom butt naked. Joe would like that.
Caprise was a pretty woman. She stood about five foot seven, with medium length hair and she was thick. She was smart, funny and down to earth. She didin’t hang out as much as the rest of the crew but whenever there was a game night or house party she was there. She didn’t really do the club hoping as much as the rest of her girls because she was content at staying home with her man.
Caprise and Joe had a long history. They first met almost fifteen years ago in High School. Joe was a senior and Caprise was two years behind him but she used to hang out with an older crowd, therefore they sometimes maintained the same circle of people.
Joe first noticed Caprise by her quirky style of dress. She was the only girl who could pull off legwarmers over jeans and suspenders. He found her very attractive but she was a sophomore so he didn’t pay too much attention. She wore her chestnut brown hair short with blonde highlights in her bangs. She wasn’t very popular but she had plenty of friends and she held her own.
Joe entered the cafeteria one day and there was a crowd at the far end of the room. At first glance, he thought a fight was about to break out but the crowd was too quiet for that, so he slowly made his way to the scene to see what was going down.
“Badum stick em’ ha ha ha stick em”, “ Badum stick em’ ha ha ha stick em’ Caprise was chanting, waving her hand in the air. “Count em up suckas” she added for insult.
The crowd was in a uproar by now, laughing and pointing at the table. Caprise and Rykia had just pulled a boston in a game of spades. Caprise was moving her arm in a circular motion like she was stirring a big pot of soup. She and the rest of her crew were slapping fives across the table and rubbing the win in their opponents’ faces.
Joe thought to himself, so , she isn’t so quiet after all. Joe was now intrigued. The crowd dispersed and Caprise and Rykia started a game of Pity Pat to use up the last few minutes of the period.
“Nice hand” Joe said, directing his comment at Caprise. “Nice hands too” he added. Caprise blushed. “Thanks and thanks” she replied, with a chuckle. I couldn’t have done it without my partner Rykia.
“How you doing” Rykia, Joe said extending his hand out.
“I’m fine” she replied, feeling just a bit awkward like a third wheel.
Rykia had the feeling that Joe wanted to get to know Caprise better so she excused herself from the table. “I’ll catch you later Pri.” Said Rykia
Caprise was indeed feeling Joe, so she let her girl Kia go about her business. After that day, Caprise and Joe started spending more time together and before long they became an item. They were inseparable from that point on until one night while in a heated argument Joe called Caprise a fat ass. Caprise was always thick but had gained a few pounds over the course of their relationship. He knew it was her weak spot but he went there.
Before she knew what came over her, Caprise hauled off and punched her husband right in the mouth. Caprise wasn’t a violent person but Joe had hit a nerve. For months, he had been a little distant and things weren’t popping in the bedroom as often as she would have liked. His words cut like a knife and she lost it.
Joe was stunned and instinctively his hand came up to counter Caprises’ blow. She thought he was about to hit her back and before she knew it her knee was connecting with his groin. Joe went down and Caprise took off out the front door.
Caprise couldn’t believe what had just transpired. She had so much pent up anger. Joe had been really mean lately and she had finally had enough. She could handle his disappearing acts and silent treatments but he had hurt her feelings when he told her that he wasn’t attracted to her anymore.
Kellie
Kelli, was the undercover bad girl of the group. She had everything going for her. She had graduated from college, had a nice home, a great man and was about to start her own business. She always said that she didn’t want children but that all changed once she met Barry.
Barry was a Java colored brother with abs of steel. Barry had been the most popular guy in High School. He was voted most likely to succeed and the finest guy in the entire senior class. Barry hadn’t lost his looks or his physique. They met at the Black expo in Atlanta. Kelli had visited almost every cubicle in the area and was about to leave when their eyes met.
He examined her from head to toe. She wore her hair in a short reddish bob cut. She had on one of her best Donna Karan suits. He ran his eyes the length of her silky stocking legs right down to the size 7 mocha pumps she wore from David & Jones. Kelli could wear some clothes. She had champagne taste and the money to back it up. Five long hard years at Clark Atlanta had paid off.
Kelli enjoyed being with Barry because he was an old fashioned kind of guy. He still believed in chivalry and knew how to treat a woman. This was due to his southern background. He was born and raised in Richmond Virginia and had come to New York to study at NYU. At first their relationship seemed like something out of a storybook. They had everything that a couple could ask for. Communication, trust, loyalty and great sex, but Kelli felt that something was missing.
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