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“That’s if they even make it to the bedroom,” Gianna giggled. “Cause after the way he played today, a bitch like me would be meeting that nigga in the driveway.”
“Okay?Backseat me,please,” Zara sang, making us all laugh as we headed towards the stadium’s exit. And on the ride back to my house, the jokes continued to fly, Gianna even going as far as curating an impromptu playlist of all the songs that mentioned car sex.
What’s Your Fantasy by Ludacris.
Backseat Action by T-Pain.
Partition by Beyonce.
Backseat by Ari Lennox.
It was honestly impressive how many she was able to come up with off the top of her head and even more of a feat that she’d found enough songs to get us all the way home. But once my friends and I parted ways for the evening, the reality of what was next set in, the waiting game making me beyond anxious for Kendall’s arrival and forcing me to find something to do to pass the time.
Of course, the obvious choice was social media. But knowing I’d more than likely get on there and immediately find something that annoyed me, I decided to hop in the shower instead, only to end up stressed when I couldn’t decide what to put on once I got out.
Should I dress comfy?
Set the tone and dress sexy?
Or should I find something in between?
After going on multiple closet searches and coming up empty-handed, I decided to enlist the help of my friends via group chat.
“Quick. What should I wear?” - Kiki
“I thought what you had on today was cute.” - Penelope
“Lingerie and a trench coat LMAO.” - Zara
“What about that fluffy slip dress RiRi’s team sent you? The one with the matching robe?” - Gianna
Moving towards the section of my walk-in where I kept all the promotional clothing that I still needed to film content with, I sifted through the hangers until I found the exact dress and robe Gianna was talking about. Then I pulled it off the rack so I could try it on, the plush, navy fabric giving me the exact comfy vibes I was looking for while the length and fit of the dress screamed sexy, bad bitch.
A perfect choice.
I was honestly already sold. But because I’d asked for my friends' help, I decided to run it past them too, slipping the robe on into a loose, off-the-shoulder position and then snapping a quick pic in the mirror that I sent with the text,“Thoughts?” - Kiki
“Super cute!” - Penelope
“Come on thighs and clavicles! *fire emoji*” - Zara
“Yeah, that’s the one. What you got on underneath, though? *eyes emoji*” - Gianna
Grinning to myself, I typed out,“Not a damn thing LOL” - Kiki
“My girl *laughing emoji*” - Gianna
Before I could respond, another text popped up at the top of my screen from Kendall. And when I clicked it to discover he was five minutes away, the nerves kicked back in as I held the message down so that I could “heart” it and then quickly made my way to the bathroom to give myself a few final touches.
A couple squirts of perfume and a swipe of the beauty supply store lip gloss that I knew he liked.
A little extra lotion on my hands and knees.
Some spray deodorant under both pits just to be safe.
I was putting the deodorant back where it belonged on the counter when my doorbell rang. And honestly, just knowing Kendall was here already had me hot between the thighs as I made my way to answer it and was greeted with the look of a very hungry man.
A man who’d just finished eating, which meant his craving wasn’t for food.
