Page 30 of Baby Girl

Erik followed me as I walked quickly to the jean display. I dug through them, and found a similar pair in the wash and color of the jeans I was carrying I checked the size, and handed the new jeans to Erik.

“Hold those please?”

Looking puzzled, he reached out and took the jeans. As we walked to the counter, the teen was checking someone out, and popping her gum as she did. What an irritating little bitch. We stepped in line behind the boy who was paying for his clothes. As she handed him his purchases, she popped her gum again, and tilted her head to the side.

“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle.”

“These fit funny,” I said, handing her the dirty jeans I was holding in my hand. “So, you may want to check them for correct sizing.”

“These are the correct size, and we’ll take these,” I said, taking the jeans from Erik and handing them to her.

She placed the first pair of jeans on the counter.

“I will check them later,” she assured me, popping her gum as she spoke.

As she rang up the jeans, Erik nudged me aside and pulled money from his front pocket.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking care of you,” he responded.

He handed her a 100 dollar bill, and received the change. She placed the jeans in the bag, and handed it to him, smiling.

“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle. And, uhhm, you guys make a cute couple,” she said as we were turning to walk away.

Wow. She was a perceptive dumb bitch.

KELLI. “Say Penelope, I want to watch you say Penelope,” he asked, his hand resting on his chin, his elbows on the table.

“Penelope,” I said slowly, focusing on the “p”s.

“Two more,” he requested.

“Watermelon.”

“Watermelon,” I responded, feeling my lips come together on the “m”.

‘Perpendicular.”

“Where do you come up with this stuff?” I asked.

“Say it,” he demanded, smiling.

“Perpen. Dick. I want your dick. I want you to fuck me. That motorcycle ride has me horny as fuck. I never really knew that they did that. Made you horny,” I said, writhing in my seat.

“Perpendicular.” he said again. “Say it, Kelli, don’t disappoint me.”

I hated the thought of disappointing Erik. The notion of it crushed me, and made me feel ill. Whether or not he was joking when he made reference to me disappointing him, I had no idea. All I knew was that if I ever did anything to disappoint him, I wanted to know. I really wanted to know, and to never allow it to happen again.

“Per…pen…dic…u…lar,” I drew the word out as slow as I could, syllable by syllable, and then repeated it slowly.

“Perpendicular.”

I felt like I was in a spelling bee, but just saying the word, and not being required to actually spell it. I thought of how to spell perpendicular. I remembered that the pen part of the word was spelled with an “e” just like writing the word with a pen, and not an “i”.

“I like watching your lips form words. Watching your mouth move, and hearing the words flowing from your lips and tongue. You amaze me, baby girl. You amaze me,” he said from across the table.

“Your lips are perfectly sculpted. Your mouth is perfectly proportioned. It aligns with your eyes perfectly, as if you were an art project. It’s easy to get lost in admiring you, Kelli, really easy.”