“Fuck no. I’ll wait for Bain.”
“Excuse me,” she exclaims, flinging around and staring at me with her flat iron clamped tightly on a strand of her long, brown hair. “What’s wrong with you, A? Do I need to call a doctor?”
“No,” I retort.
“Well, you’ve been all down in the dumps about this guy. Plus it’s not like you to wait around.”
“I’m not down – don’t say shit like that – and I’m definitely not waiting around for him.”
“Sure, whatever you say, girl.”
“Stop it, snatch.”
“Make yourself useful and pick me out something hot to wear.”
Aubrey changes the subject and I’m happy that she does. Getting off of her bed, I walk into her rainbow-colored closet that looks like the Jersey Shore threw up in it. Skimming through the items, I decide on an electric blue, skintight dress. “How’s this?” I ask, walking out.
“You know me far too well, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Lying back down, I’m tired and know I won’t be up long after she leaves. It makes me really thankful she’s going out tonight.
“What do you think?” she asks, walking out of her closet with her hands on her hips.
“I love it. Are you going out with Rodney again?”
“Yeah, I’ll probably stay at his place, too. Will you be okay here all alone?”
“I’ll be fine. Text me if you need anything.”
“Will do, girl,” she says, as she packs her purse full of everything she’ll need for the night.
After Aubrey is gone, the house is very quiet. I wonder if I should eat something or just head to bed. Staring in the empty fridge, I decide fuck it. My bed is the better option. Climbing underneath my warm covers, I’m instantly relaxed.
As soon as I close my eyes, my thoughts are filled with Bain. I’m caught off guard, as normally all I see is Nate. I can see the look in his eyes as he stood there looking down at me while I had his hard cock in my mouth. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever erase from my memory.
I exhale with a smirk on my face and slowly drift off. But my phone vibrates next to me, waking me before I can get into a deep sleep. I ignore it, sure it’s Aubrey. Then it vibrates again. Fuck, she must be drunk already. Reaching next to me on my bed, I blink a few times and check the time. I’ve only been laying here for about seven minutes, when it felt like hours. I don’t recognize the number, and the words are definitely not Aubrey’s.
You have plans tonight?
I’d love to take you to dinner. Sorry this text has taken me a bit to get to. I’ve had some family shit to deal with.
I know it’s Bain, but I feel like fucking with him. He did make me wait almost a week before he texted me.
Who is this?
Oh shit, sorry. It’s Bain. If you’re busy, I understand
Bain, why don’t you cut to the chase? You wanna fuck, so there’s really no need for dinner.
Maybe I wanna fuck. But I also want to take you out.
I contemplate his words. I’m not sure what to say to him, I don’t like to do dinners. However, he makes my decision very easy with his next text.
Send me your address. I’ll come over, maybe we’ll eat or maybe we’ll fuck.
I know what I should do, but for some reason, I can’t say no to him. I’ve been waiting to see him again; he’s all I’ve really thought about for the entire week. I text him back with my address and nothing else, then do my best to pull myself together.
I’ll be there in 30, wear a dress and no panties.
I laugh out loud. I don’t wear dresses.
You do tonight. Now you’ve only got 27 minutes left.
Tossing my phone on my bed, I scramble out of my room and into Aubrey’s closet. She’ll have something for sure. Searching through dress after dress after dress, none of them seem right, ’til I come upon one of the last ones. It’s dark red with tight long sleeves and a billowing black bottom. My black ankle boots will look perfect with this. Taking it quickly into my room, I shed my pajamas and slide on the short dress, leaving all undergarments off. My hair is messy, super messy, so I decide to pull it into a low, side bun with a few locks framing my face. Then I apply a thin coat of make-up and brush my teeth before adding my lip-gloss.
There, done and done, just as there is a knock on my front door. With a stomach full of butterflies, I walk towards it, gently placing my hand on the knob. Why am I so nervous? He knocks again, not waiting patiently, and this time I open it. Standing before me, with a huge bouquet of flowers, is Bain. He’s in a black button-down shirt and jeans, his light coat is slightly open, letting me have a good look at all of him.
“Hey,” I say keeping my cool. This time, I won’t let my confidence get away from me. We’ve agreed to no feelings and I know he knows how serious I am about that. There is no harm in spending some time with him.
“Damn, you look sexy in that dress.”