Georgia On My Mind (10 page)

“Peaches! Baby her name is Peaches!”

“That’s what I said. Anyway! It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to let you charm me into a similar death sentence. So, no! Get my ring, we’ll set a date. Then buy me house and I’ll consider moving with you.”

“Well, I guess we're going ring and house shopping this weekend.”

“I guess we are.” She seductively cooed as she sipped her drink.

“So, one more thing… Can I at least bring some of my laundry around for you to wash?  I'm running out of underwear. I was going to take it to my mother’s but she stopped speaking to me when she found out I left Peaches. I just have a bag or two… Every things in my car…”

“What? Are you kidding me?  Hell no!  What do I look like, the damn wash woman?  You need to send that shit to the hotel laundry service.  I can't believe that you think I'm going to wash your damn draws.  Uh! No!”

Embarrassed for asking, Charles quickly apologized. “You're right. I'm sorry, just forget I asked.  It's just that Peaches always took care of things like that for me.  I'm not good at...”

“Yeah, well I'm not Pineapples! So, double hell no!”

Charles surrendered. “You're right.  Don't worry about it.  I'll figure it out. I guess my momma and Pineapples spoiled me.”

“Yeah well, I have no intention of spoiling you. And I certainly have no intentions of washing your damn dirty clothes!” She snorted as she took a sip of her drink and smiled pretty for a couple that walked by. “Hi, how are y’all doing?”

“Good! Congratulations on your engagement.” The man acknowledged and the woman nodded in agreement.

“Thank you.” Charles and Mercedes chimed in unison.

Now for some odd reason Charles developed and indescribable itch in the seat of his pants.  Bothered by it, he nonchalantly tries to scratch his butt. Unfortunately, the itch was persistent and did not go away. Not only did the burning itch continue, it traveled.

Suddenly the itching sensation had spread to his taint and his testicles. Unable to resist the urge to scratch, Charles discreetly tries to reposition his junk and scratch his balls. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one seemed to notice. 

Slowly but surely the itch intensified. With no other recourse Charles began to uncontrollably scratch his ass and his balls more and more frequently.  Finally, he caught the attention of Mercedes’ father a Circuit Court Judge- Judge Roosevelt Murphy. 

Not sure exactly what Charles problem was, Judge Murphy nonchalantly approached the couple and whispered in Charles' ear. “Charles is everything alright, son?” 

“Oh yes sir! Everything is perfect. This is a wonderful gathering. We can’t thank you enough.” Charles replied as he desperately suppressed the urge to scratch his balls and dig in his ass.

“Are you sure?  You're sweating profusely.”

Charles switches and kicks his leg out in a fruitless attempt to relieve the burning itch without scratching. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, sir.” He lied. “It’s just a little hot out here today.”

“What's wrong daddy?” Mercedes asked as she noticed the concern on her father’s face.

“I don't know.  Something's wrong with Charles.”

While they were talking, Charles seized the opportunity to dig in his balls, assuming they weren't looking.  Unfortunately they caught him.

“Charles! What on earth is wrong with you?” Mercedes asked appalled.

“Son wouldn't you feel more comfortable handling that in the privacy of the men's room?” Her father asked as he smiled and waved at an on-looking guest.

“Yes of course. I'm sorry.  I have no idea what's going on. I suddenly have this uncontrollable itch, that...” At this point, the burning sensation in Charles crack is so intense, Charles stopped mid- sentence and began dancing and twitching as if his pelvis was on fire. “Water, I need water!  Quick!” He hissed as he danced and tried to discreetly scratch himself in a futile attempt to control the fiery itching sensation.

Mercedes quickly looked around for a bottle of water but there wasn’t a glass of water in site.  She called for a waiter which instantly drew attention to the trio. “Waiter!  I need a glass of water.  Quickly please!”

By now Charles is inflames and the itching has completely spiraled out of control. Charles is sweating and scratching profusely. Dancing around and digging in his ass like a chimpanzee he frantically looks for a solution.

“Good heavens man! Control yourself! Remember, you are in public!” Judge Murphy barked.

“Believe me I'm trying sir!” Charles responded as the itching became unbearable. With no other relief in sight Charles did the unthinkable and dived into the pool, fully clothed. 

Humiliated, Mercedes stared blankly at him. “Charles!”

Relieved that the God awful itch had subsided Charles instantly let out a big sigh of relief as everyone burst into laughter.

Judge Murphy was completely shocked. He turned beet red from anger and disgrace. “Get out of my pool.” He somehow managed to utter without spontaneously combusting. 

Mercedes ran to the side of the pool embarrassed, humiliated and confused. “Charles, what the hell is wrong with you?  I can't believe you just humiliated me in front of my entire family! Get out of that pool now!” She screamed. Tripping over a cart in her haste, she lost her balance and fell backwards into the pool with Charles. The crowd roared with laughter and applauded the newly engaged couple.

Rashawn and Peaches had worked hard for over a month straight. Now it was time to have a little fun. Rashawn pulled up in front of an exclusive Atlanta night spot and parked Boss Hog.  Peaches, embarrassed by Boss Hog’s appearance, quickly looked around to see if anyone saw them arrive.

“I can't believe you talked me into letting you drive me here in Boss Hog. What the hell was I thinking?”

“Why?  Boss Hog is cool.  It's a classic.” 

“Yeah, a classic mess.  They're never let us in if they see us getting out of this thing.  Where's your car?”

“My car’s in the shop. It needed a new exhaust system. Don't worry I know these guys, we'll get in. Don’t worry, You’re with me. Besides, you look stunning in that dress! Who gives a damn how you got here?  Anyway, I drove, if anybody should be embarrassed it should be me.”

“Right? You embarrassed?  Peanut you don't even know the meaning of the word shame.” Peaches snickered.

“Hell no!  I have a beautiful woman with me, and I’m fine as hell. There ain't a damn thing to be ashamed about.” He grinned as he helped Peaches out of the car. Taking her by the hand they headed for the entrance. Following her lead Rashawn followed Peaches to the rear of the line.

“What are doing? Come on. I told you I got this.” He asked puzzled as they waited in line.

“I don't mind waiting.”

“Maybe not but I do.”

“Peanut, please don't embarrass me. You know how I hate to be embarrassed. Let’s just wait in line.” She begged.

“Peaches, I promise you. I'm not going to embarrass you.  Come on I told you that I know these guys. Let’s go.” He assured her.

Reluctant, Peaches reluctantly followed Rashawn as he walked pass the long line of people.  He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along as they neared the door. 

“Hey! What's up Big Tony?” He greeted the doorman with a pound, a slap and a bro hug.

“Not a damn thing man. I haven’t seen you here in a minute.  What's up with you?”

“Not much! Trying to stay out of trouble.” Rashawn laughed. “Came down to work up a sweat and blow off some steam. You have room for me and my girl in there?”

Big Tony eyed Peaches.  A sexy smile covered his face as he nodded with approval. “I heard that. How are you doing Miss Diva Extraordinaire?” He flirted.

“I'm fine.” Peaches responded, embarrassed as the long line of people watched on to see if they’d get in.

“You certainly are.” He grinned.

“Big Tony this is my friend Peaches.  Peaches this is Big Tony.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Peaches. You look beautiful tonight. Y’all go on in and have a good time.” He said as he opened the red velvet rope so they could enter.

“Thanks man.”

“You know I always have room for you. Hey, Rashawn! Don't forget me man...”

“I got you! Up close and personal. Give me a call later this week.” Rashawn quickly cut him off.

“Yes! That's what I'm talking about!  Will do!”

~*~*~

Rashawn and Peaches enter the crowded club and stand on the outskirts of the dance floor surveying the action. The place is packed and the music is thumping so loud you could feel your heart beat. Several stray women walk by in an attempt to capture Rashawn's attention. Oblivious to their presence or their shameless advances he continued to scan the club for a table.

Peaches however is well aware of their tactics. “These skinny bitches in here are tripping.”

“What? What skinny bitches would those be?” He teased as he yelled over the music.

“You think you funny! Stop acting like you don't see these tricks circling you like you're the last single man with a dick on the planet?”

Rashawn laughed. “You got a fowl mouth! You know that, right?” He joked. “Hell I might just be!”

“Oh no... she dumped you?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.”

“When did that happen?”

“A little over a week or so ago. I thought we could work it out, but she’s unreasonable. I couldn’t deal with anymore.”

“Peanut, I'm so sorry. Why didn’t you say something?  Are you alright?” Peaches sympathized.

“Yeah, I'm good.  In fact I'm better than good!”

“Alright, don't try to put on a brave little face for me. If you're hurting then say you're hurting.” 

“Did you just say, brave little face? Seriously? Whatever... I'm okay with it! It wasn’t going to work anyway.  Alright look, I know you know what you're doing so let’s get at it.” Rashawn started to dance around Peaches.

“Oh you know I know what I'm doing. The question is are you sure you know what you're doing?” She snickered.

“You'd better know that I know exactly what I am doing.  Baby, I was born to dance.” His sexy voice informed her as he grabbed her by the hand and led her onto the crowded dance floor. 

The two instantly get to it. Peaches watched as Rashawn's sexy, muscular body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music.  For the first time in her life she saw him as a man, not the boy she used to baby sit.  She saw him as Rashawn and not Peanut.

She mumbled to herself as she watched him, enchanted by his swag. “I must be tripping. Damn! Peanut is sexier than a mofo!”

Rashawn leaned closer and yelled over the music. “What did you say?  I couldn't hear you. The music is too loud?”

Peaches yelled back. “I said it's as hot as a mofo in here.” She lied.

Rashawn smiled and nodded. “Good let's work up a sweat!”

He didn’t have to tell Peaches twice. The two went at it as they seductively danced to the sexually suggestive lyrics. Rashawn smiled as they bumped and grind each other as they moved to rhythm of the heavy base. Attracted to each other, they occasionally exchanged glances. Rashawn knew Peaches was checking him out although she desperately tried to pretend she wasn’t. He had one shot and he was ready to take it.

After dancing for what seemed like half past forever the hot and sweaty couple snagged a stool at the bar. “Here sit down. I don't have a clue how you can walk in those heels, let alone dance.” He chuckled as he offered Peaches the stool.

“Oh dancing is easy. Standing and walking in these demons is a bitch!” She giggled.

“Do you know you have an incredibly beautiful smile?” He whispered in her ear as they waited for the bartender.

“Yeah, I've heard that a time or two.” She responded with a puzzled look on her face.

“What's wrong?” He asked as he noticed her wrinkled brow. “Why your face all frowned up? Is my breath stanking or something? You can tell me!” He chuckled.

“No, your breath’s fine! It's just that if I didn't know better I'd swear that you were hitting on me.”

Rashawn laughed. “It wouldn't be the first damn time.”

“So, are you?” 

“Am I what?” He played dumb.

“Coming on to me?”

He hesitated. “I don't know…  What if I were?” Rashawn tested the waters.

“If we'd been drinking I say that you were drunk.” Peaches laughed.

“I’m the designated driver and I haven’t had a drop of alcohol all day. So, I'm definitely not drunk.”

“Why?” She asked confused.

“Probably because I can't get a bartender to look this way!” He joked.

“You know what I'm talking about. Stop playing. Why are you flirting with me of all people?” She demanded.

“Why not?  You're sexy, single and beautiful and...” Rashawn hesitated mid-sentence.

“And what?”

“And I'm still attracted to you, Peaches.  Nothing’s changed.”

“Yeah except for the numbers on my scale.” She nervously laughed.

“I don't give a damn about your scale or your dress size.  I'm attracted to you… All of you! Plain and simple!”