The Fat Cherry was bizarrely packed this early afternoon. Guilt and uneasiness crept up Tyrese's spine when Sarah dipped a cherry into her banana split and fed it to him, letting her syrupy-sweet finger linger on his tongue a little too long.
He was apprehensive about taking Sarah to The Fat Cherry in the first place, but she was adamant, saying, "Come on, Ty. It has my favorite dessert, other than you."
Now, he was sitting in a corner booth with Sarah, licking his lips in a LL Cool J type of way and trying to figure an escape out of this mess. Truth be told, he had been ready to leave as soon as they got there. Being seen in public with Sarah was the last thing he wanted or needed, especially today when it seemed like everyone was out.
He had been very careful to keep their relationship on the low, and their intimacy had been primarily confined within the walls of her apartment.
Making an attempt at escape, he whispered seductively in her ear. He caressed her creamy, pale thighs and found what he was looking for, allowing his fingers to work their magic. "Sarah, let's go back to your place. I'm ready to get to the real dessert, your fat red cherry."
As expected, she went into a sex haze, repaying his touch with caresses of her own. Her flushed cheeks gave him hope that his strategy was working. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was more interested in getting out of public with her than getting into her panties.
Ty knew he had her melting, literally, in his hands when she stared deep into his eyes and blushed uncontrollably. He flashed his bedroom smile, hoping she would speed their so-called date up.
However, when she pulled herself out of the lustful daze, Tyrese knew he was in trouble.
"Ty, you promised to take me shopping. All we ever do is get our freak on in my apartment. I'm starting to think you are ashamed of me or something."
There she goes again. Always thinking I'm ashamed of our interracial relationship. He should have seen that one coming. Even though the Deep South had taken many positive strides forward, he could not refute the fact that hostile stares were routine whenever he took her out, which was a rarity. Afterwards, Tyrese always shied away from her. Even this afternoon at The Fat Cherry, he caught a few eyes glowering in their direction.
Now, Sarah was on to his game that he was using sex to lure her back to her apartment. Little did he know, though, Sarah had made a pact with herself today. She and Ty would not run and hide. Instead, he would follow through with his promise to take her out shopping today. She planned on spending some of that money he always bragged about.