The California Saga by Chunichi Page A

the middle of her front yard. Patrón was definitely not my thing, and Calico knew it. I had to wonder if he was trying to set me up.
    Diana folded her arms and gave me a slight pout. “Oh, so you gonna disappoint me like that?”
    Calico said to Diana, “Give that man some motivation. A nigga ain’t trying to take risks for nothing.” Then he cut his eyes at me to take it from there. He’d set up the bait; now I just needed to catch the fish and reel her in.
    I really never needed help bagging a girl, but Calico thought he would lend a hand. I figured
    since he had gone through all this trouble, I would at least play along and take the drink, so I played into the setup.
    â€œI’m saying, if I get sick from this shit, who gon’ take care of a nigga?”
    Diana smiled. “I’ll take full responsibility.”
    â€œLet’s do it,” I said, feeling Diana was down for whatever.
    We tapped glasses and downed the drinks.
    â€œDamn!” The liquor felt like it was burning a path down my throat to my chest. I grabbed my Grey Goose and drank it as a chaser.
    As I sipped my vodka, I looked over at Diana, who was whispering in Calico’s ear. He didn’t seem to be fazed by the tequila shot at all.
    Diana diverted her attention back to me, while twirling the end of the braid of my cornrow between her fingers. “You okay, sweetie?”
    â€œI could be better,” I responded to her subtle flirtation.
    â€œWell, can I help?” Diana licked her lips.
    I grinned then glanced at Calico to see if he was picking up on the same vibes I was getting from her. He cut a small grin back as an indication that he was. Now that I knew this shit was real and it wasn’t just the liquor talking, I fed right into the game she was playing.
    â€œYeah, but I’ma need you to come with me to do that.” I came on strong, to see if this bitch was really with it and not just talking shit, but she said exactly what I wanted to hear.
    â€œA’ight. I get off in a couple of hours. Hang out and we can leave together.”
    As Diana walked away, Calico said, “Damn, Touch! It’s like that, nigga?”
    â€œIt is what it is, baby.”
    We both laughed as I pulled out another cigarette.
    I stood up to head to the bathroom and stumbled a bit on my first step. That Patrón must really be getting to me , I thought as I passed the booth that my baby mother and her girls sat at. I didn’t even look in her direction as I went through the double doors leading to the bathrooms.
    Before I could hang a left and go into the men’s bathroom, I was stopped by a familiar five-foot-five frame. I didn’t say a word as I looked at her voluptuous breasts. My mind was too busy thinking about how nicely my dick would fit between them. Then I looked down to see a small hand massaging it softly. I opened my mouth to tell Diana to chill, but before I could get one word out, my mouth was filled with her tongue. I didn’t even resist.
    I ain’t even the kissing type, especially not with a jump-off, but for some reason I was really feeling that shit this night. I moved my hands all over Diana’s plump ass and between her ass cheeks. I couldn’t wait to get inside her.
    My first thought was to pull her into the men’s bathroom and bend her over the sink and bang her out in there, but the real nigga in me just wouldn’t let that shit happen. “Save this for later, ma,” I said, and I pulled away from her and headed into the bathroom.
    After relieving myself of the liquor I’d consumed, and the blood rush that Diana provoked, I washed my hands and headed out the door. Just like I was stopped going in, I was stopped coming out, but it wasn’t as pleasant as the first time.
    Ciara, my baby mother, said, “I know you saw me when you came back here.”
    Not even you can ruin this night , I thought, playing it cool with her to prevent