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“Totally.”
Sarah gives him a thumbs-up and then leaves. Daisy and Daniel watch TV, and I go into my room. Laying on my bed I think about what we’ll do for our date. I didn’t think this all the way through. I just knew that I wanted to see her again. I’ve spent all of a couple hours with Erin, and she is so far under my skin she’s practically another part of me. Suddenly my bed feels lonely and cold.
I get my phone, calling a restaurant for a reservation. I can take her to a nice meal. I open my closet and look at my clothes. All I have are rock band T-shirts with mini skirts and fishnet stockings. Everything in there is black or grey. I reach to the back and get the dress I only wore once for a fancy wedding. It’s a black-body con dress.
That’ll have to do.
Chapter 4: Keiko
Iknockmyknucklesagainst Erin’s door, then run my hands through my hair. After trying for half an hour to put my hair into a French twist to be fancy, I decided to brush it out and fan it over my shoulders. That was a whole ordeal because I didn’t know if Icoulddrag a comb through my hair. Turns out that with a lot of effort and some fancy spray that Daisy uses for knots in her hair, I can indeed run a comb through the rat’s nest on my head. I put on dark red lipstick and black eyeliner and called it done.
I grip the bouquet of flowers tighter as seconds tick by. I wonder if the flowers were too much or not enough. Will she like them? What if she hates flowers? Or has allergies? Maybe I should’ve gotten chocolate instead. But she could be dairy intolerant.
The door opens, and all those thoughts fly away the second I see her. She smiles at me, tucking some loose hair behind her ear and looking at me with a shy smile. I look down at her short black dress with a thick faux leather belt, black stockings and short heels. Her hair is all piled up on the top of her head except for a few strands that she tucks behind her ear. Her legs look stunning in that dress, and I can imagine how she looked putting those stockings on. Rolling them up her long soft legs.
She looks gorgeous.
I suddenly want to ditch the dinner and make out with her instead.
“Well,” I say. “Don’t we look… like we’re going to a funeral.” I joke, and Erin laughs, placing her pink-painted nails against her chest.
“Are those for me?” She points and smiles at the flowers.
I clear my throat and hand her the bouquet.
“Um, yeah. Not sure if you like flowers or not. I can get something else if you want.”
She takes the flowers from me and kisses me on the cheek.
“I love them,” she says, with a little southern twang.
We walk into the apartment so she can put the flowers in water.
I haven’t been on a date for so long, I’m a little nervous. I’ve had random hookups through the years, but this feels different. For one, I know her name. And second, I’m interested in seeing her more than just once. I can feel this pull towards her. Being with her now and going on this date makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing. Going for it. Putting myself out there emotionally. It’s not that I was nervous about being emotional with someone. It’s more like I haven’t found anyone I want to open up to until her. I lean against the wall, watch her fill the vase with water,and set it on her table. I want to slide up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist and not let her go.
I look over at her couch and imagine myself sitting with her, watching movies and eating ice cream, then going to bed and getting her off with my tongue.
“By the way, I hope I wasn’t too forward with you yesterday. You know, with the kiss?” I say, hoping I didn’t scare her. Yes, she agreed to the date, so I had a feeling she was fine, but I wanted to be sure.
“No. In fact, I was hoping you would do it again.” She blushes as I cup her face and lean in to kiss her. I tease her lips with my tongue before pressing mine against hers. We both inhale and hold each other with a tighter grip. Her hands are on my waist, and my hands run through her hair. I gently slip my tongue inside her mouth and moan as she sucks on it. When we pull back, her lips are swollen, and she’s sporting a small, shy grin.
Erin clears her throat and asks, “So, where are we going?”
“I got us a reservation at this restaurant called Alexandra’s. It’s fancy, so we’ll fit in with our sexy ‘business meeting’ looks.”
Erin giggles and gives me a peck on the cheek and then another passionate kiss on the lips. When we pull apart, her lips trace over to the shell of my ear, where she gives me a little nip. Then she presses her hands on my chest just above my breasts. Her fingers trace the stitch lines from my collarbone, around the outside of my breasts and down to my hip. She hums as she gets to the hem of my dress, and I have to grab her hands and stop her.
“If we don’t leave right now, we’ll never get to the restaurant,” I whisper.
It pains me to stop her, but I want to do this right. And that means having dinner first.
“Fine,” she says. I inhale her perfume as she leans in close and whispers in my ear, “Just want to tell you, though… I’m not wearing any panties.” She slaps my ass, and I’m left there, my mouth agape and my pussy asking me again if we really need dinner?
We take a taxi to the restaurant, and our server brings us to our table in the corner of this beautiful restaurant.
The ceiling had gold inlaid panels with darker gold rims, and the walls were like a velvet wallpaper, and lamps shone against them every five feet. The tables are round, with tablecloths and wooden chairs with fancy engravings.
We get seated at the table and open our menus.
