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“I am ready now, but I don't think that you are. Let's get some dinner, have a couple of drinks, and we can go from there,” I urged. The more I touched her and talked about it, the more I needed her.
“It still feels like I have to play let's make a deal with my husband to get him in bed,” Augustine complained.
I agreed, it might seem like that, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. We just needed to do it the right way, that's what I kept telling myself. Maybe, I was just afraid I was going to mess it up and right now it was still a possibility that everything would go perfectly. Maybe I was too far in my head. Whatever it was, she finally agreed to have dinner. I was relieved and filled with just as much anticipation.
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Augustine
Iagreed to go to dinner with Derrick, because it wasn’t like there was any other option. He was a man who got his way, and he was learning very quickly how to make me do his bidding. All it took was a few kisses, and I was his for the command. Even knowing that, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to please.
He gave me some time to get ready, while he made some reservations. I didn’t know what to expect, and I finally asked him what I should wear. Derrick told me that I should wear whatever I was comfortable in, but if I didn't know where we were going, how could know what I would be comfortable in?
Derrick came up and he mentioned how we needed to go back to my place because I hadn't brought anything proper with me here. That was not what I wanted to hear at all. I wanted him to look at my paltry options and pick one. He didn't have to make me feel worse about them.
“This is all the clothing that I have,” I told him, trying not to sound as upset as he was making me. I thought I had plenty of clothes.
Now that got me an even stranger look and Derrick wanted to know why. “Can you not afford them? I pay you pretty good.”
I told him it had nothing to do with that. It had more to do with the fact that I never had time to go get anything. I also wasn’t very good or comfortable with the whole clothing and fashion thing. Derrick seemed to know far more about it than I did, and when he heard that the few dresses in front of him were all there was, he called the restaurant back and put our reservation back an hour. I was already getting hungry, and I told him so. “Do we really have to go get something? I'm sure that it will be fine,” I said. “I can wear that red dress.” I’d worn it several times in a pinch. “Why get more?”
He shook his head. “There's no way that we are leaving the house like that.”
I did not like the way he said it, even though I knew that my choices were limited. He was putting his foot down. I just went with it. Who knows, maybe he would have better luck finding something for me than I did. I usually tried a few things on and nothing fit the way I wanted it to, so I’d give up and leave. It was never much of a good experience when I went.
* * *
The thing was,shopping with Derrick was so completely different than shopping with just myself. He knew just the right thing to ask, the right places to go, and he was dripping with charm, so everybody was falling all over themselves trying to help him. It was awesome to be there with him, see him in full tilt, but it was frustrating that the experience for him was so different than it was for me. I didn’t know if it was because he was so charming or rich.
He did seem to know exactly what to put on my body to make it look right. We bought several dresses and a couple of skirts and shirts, as well as some shoes. I whipped out my credit card like I was going to use it, and he told me that he was going to take care of it.
“No, you don't have to do that,” I started to say without even thinking.
The lady at the register was very interested in our conversation, listening in, and I could see her waiting to see what Derrick would say. When he mentioned that I was his wife and he was going to buy it for me one way or another, the woman's eyes got a little big.
Then she turned to me, looking me up and down like she was trying to find the secret to why he had married me and not someone like her, someone perfect, tall, thin, young, someone with so much more to offer than myself. I was 25, practically ancient to someone who was 19 like her, and very clearly looking for a sugar daddy.
I put my credit card back in my pocket and was quite relieved to do so, when I saw the total price. The clothes didn't have tags on them; that's when I should have known it was going to be bad. He just dropped a month’s salary in a few moments, and he actually wanted to drag me to another place, but I refused. “We have enough. I'm wearing something cute. Can we just go? I'm starving.”
“Most girls wouldn’t stop until my card stopped working,” he said amused.
“How sad for them.”
His eyes roamed over me, and I wasn't the only one that liked the way I looked. Strange as it might be from somebody who wasn't going to give into all the hype, it was really nice to get the attention. I could tell that he was looking at me with interest, but I seriously was starving. He held my hand and while I took it, I didn't notice that he was trying to get fresh with me. I wouldn't figure that out until later when he told me.
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Derrick
By the time we got to the restaurant, it was already dark. I was in some kind of mood if I was honest. I didn't know what it was about. I thought it was from putting off my desires for too long. I wanted it to be with Augustine, could feel it with every fiber of my being and it just didn't seem to be working out the way I wanted it to. It had been a good day though, seeing her trying new things, catching glances of her naked body as I helped her with a zipper or told her when I thought of something. It was all precious time that I knew they should be grateful for.
The whole time though, of course, all I was thinking about was getting into her pants. I thought as Augustine toyed with the idea of the two of us being together, it would become easier. I knew right or wrong, I was going to try something after we got home and I wasn’t going to be able to help it. She looked gorgeous.
Augustine was anxious and I tried to calm her down, tell her that everything was going to be okay. “We have worked together forever and nothing has changed.”
“Do you mean that?” she asked suddenly. Our eyes met, and I knew that I had to tell the truth. I couldn't make a joke out of it or something like that. She was asking me a serious question, and I needed to answer in the same way.
“Well, I guess that is not completely true. A lot has changed, but it all seems to be freaking me out, so I’m not really sure what to say. I've never been married. I figure it takes time. I'm sure that we're going to get better at this.”
