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him.
       Her smile instantly captivated his heart. “De’Andre, but everybody calls me Dre, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”
       China shook her head and laughed at his weak pick up line. They danced together the entire night. They talked and laughed as if they were old friends and have known each other for years. China felt absolutely free in Dre’s presence and he felt the same. China gazed at him wantonly, as she held onto his every word. While they were together it was as if no one else existed. It was just him and her. As she peered into his eyes she knew she’d found her soul mate.
       “Where are you from?” Dre asked as they stood outside enjoying the slight breeze that danced across his skin.
       “The boring town of Preston.”
       He looked at her. “Oh ok, you’re not that far from home. So you must go to school around here?”
       “No.”
       “Oh really? What you have friends over this way?”
       “You can say that?”
       Dre looked at her suspiciously. “How old are you?”
       “Seventeen,” China replied with hesitation. If it were anyone else she would have lied with no problem and said eighteen, but for some reason with Dre she couldn’t.
       Dre nearly choked on his drink. “Repeat that?” he said wiping off his shirt.
       “Seventeen,” China said without skipping a beat.
       “Damn, you trying to get a nigga locked up. For real!” he said shaking his head. He had no idea she was just seventeen.  He took in her curves and quickly downed the rest of his drink.
       “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number,” China said folding her arms across her chest.
       He smiled, he liked her sassiness. “I like you though. You’re cool I could see myself chilling with you. It’s a shame,” he said shaking his head while rubbing his chin. “Jail bait.”
       “And your point?” she said rolling her neck getting an attitude. She was feeling Dre. She would hate if he allowed her age get in the way of them getting to know each other a little better. “How old are you?”
       “Twenty.”
       She cocked her head sideways and eyed him slowly from the top of his head down to his fresh butter timberland boots. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Since she laid eyes on him she wanted to taste his full juicy lips. Every time he licked them she felt her clit jump.
       “What!”
       “You heard me,” she said boldly taking a couple of steps towards him, purposely invading his personal space. They were standing directly in front of each other, their faces only inches apart. “Kiss me.”
       As much as he tried to fight his urge to do so, Dre simply couldn’t deny her request. He needed to taste her pouty and sensual lips. China grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his. Sparks begin to fly and Keith Sweats “Make it Last Forever” started playing in the back of Dre’s mind. Dre couldn’t resist, as he took control and seized the opportunity to entangle China in his secure and warm embrace. He gently stroked her back and ran his fingers through her hair.
       “Oh, wow,” China said pulling away attempting to catch her breath. She cleared her throat, still trying to take in the passionate kiss she just shared with Dre. No one has ever kissed her like that. You couldn’t tell her it wasn’t the Fourth of July. Her young pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched.
       “That bad?” Dre asked.
       “No the complete opposite.”
       He smiled making her insides melt. They stood awkwardly gazing at each other. He was just about to kiss her again, but they were rudely interrupted.
       Fed up with watching China and Dre, Nene rudely made her presence known. “Damn bitch, where the fuck you been? I’ve been looking for your black ass all night. We have to bounce Bee Bop is about to leave us,” she said clearly jealous. Nene, China’s ride or die friend since grade school was a beautiful young bombshell also. Light skin