7. daydreamin'
Stevie officially has a month left before she turns twenty one. The final step to being fully legal.
She flips the page in her poetry notebook, starting another lovey dovey one.
It isn't love,
But it damn sure isn't too far off.
Maybe, this is the biggest crush I've ever had.
Maybe...
I see that look in your eyes.
The one that everybody was pointing out.
The heaven look.
I'm starting to look at you like that, too.
You're my favorite.
She's been feeling this way for almost two weeks; the same amount of time that it's been, since their last date and what could've been the wildest night of her life.
Rod's been getting more hours at his job, Lee's. He works at a hardware store.
She hasn't been able to see him like usual, which is honestly starting to bother her.
She’d had a conversation with her father yesterday. He apologized like ten thousand times, also tossing in that her mother was also very sorry, but she wasn't budging on her just yet.
If she's sorry, she knows my number.
She told him that she was dating someone and he's very happy for her, surprisingly.
Of course, he won't be meeting him or anything, any time soon, with everything that took place just a couple months ago.
He's got a long way to go. They both do.
"Babe," Rod calls from downstairs.
She hops up from the bed and heads out into the hallway and leans over the railing to find him standing by the door with two bags of food, beside a smiling Tyler.
"Hey boo, your boyfriend bought food and I possibly ate a couple of your shrimp. Sorry." She tosses her keys on the counter and heads up the stairs, still smiling at her.
"You're not sorry." Stevie squints.
She shrugs her shoulders and heads into her room, closing the door behind her.
She heads downstairs and watches him sit the bags on the table in the dining room. He pulls her to him by one of the loops on her jeans, kissing her cheek.
"I know we were supposed to catch a movie later, but I figured we could chill here. I can actually talk to you," he chuckles to himself.
"That's fine, babe. I'd rather stay in, anyway." She says, turning around in his hold and kissing his lips. He pulls her in for another one.
"Good, cause I got your favorite."
He releases her and pulls a container out the bag and opens it, revealing shrimp alfredo with two pieces of garlic bread.
Her stomach rumbles at the sight.
"Ooh, that looks so good! Thank you, baby."
She heads into the kitchen and grabs two forks. He pulls out the other container, grabs the bags and heads into the living room to throw them away, while she also grabs two wine glasses and the red wine that was left over from last time.
He smirks at her, while she sits everything down on the coffee table.
She rolls her eyes and plops down on the sofa, tucking her left foot underneath her right leg.
"You gonna finish your wine, this time?" He teases, while reopens her container and begins twirling her noodles around her fork.
"Says the person that barely touched his." She quips, grabs the remote and begins flipping through the channels.
"You're right. I was too busy touchin' on somethin' else." She side-eyes him and goes back to eating her food.
She reaches for the bottle, but he grabs it a second early.
"I got it. Reach me your glass."
She slides her glass across the table and stuffs another forkful into her mouth.
"What do you want for your birthday?" He slides her now, semi full glass back towards her.
"Thank you," she says, "I haven't really thought about it. I usually buy my own presents or get something from my parents or Tyler."
"You don't want me to buy you anything?" There's a hint of hurt laced in his words, making her feel bad.
"I mean, if you want to— I just don't want you spending your money on me. I'm a pretty expensive person."
"That's not a problem, babygirl." She sighs.
"How's that not a problem?"
"Because, you're my girl. I'm not saying that ima go buy you something extremely expensive, but I want to make sure your birthday is a special one."
"Okay— you're right." He nods, but his gaze doesn't leave her face.
"If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry. I appreciate you." He slides his hand across the couch and underneath hers.
"I mean, you bruised me a lil bit, but it's all good." He winks, causing her cheeks to heat up.
"So... y'all haven't done anything??"
Stevie sits across from Tyler on her bed, jotting down stuff in her mini planner.
"I mean, we got pretty close to actually having sex, a couple weeks ago. I just don't know why I'm hesitating." She clicked her pen, closing the planner and sitting it down beside her.
"Hm... are you nervous?" She asks, getting a shrug.
"I was. I think I'm just anxious, now. But, I don't wanna come off as being too anxious, ya know?" She nods, while a smirk pulls at the corners of her mouth.
"What are you smirking for?"
She hops off her bed and heads over to her closet, beginning to rummage through her clothes.
"When's the next date night?"
"Uh, probably the end of the week. Why?"
She steps away from her closet, holding a crème off the shoulder crop top sweater, a tight black skirt that doesn't even look like it'll cover her vagina and some strappy black heels.
"You want me to wear that??"
She scoffs and tosses the stuff on the bed, pulling Stevie up in the process.
"At least, try the stuff on."
She rolled her eyes and pulled her T-shirt over her head and stepped out of her shorts, turning her back to her, unhooking her bra, before grabbing the shirt.
"Stop acting like I've never seen your itty bitties before, Alaina." She laughs.
Stevie waves her off and stares at the shirt, trying to figure just how the hell she's going to get this on her body.
"Pull it over your head."
She pulls the thin material over her head and tries sticking both arms through the sleeves. She hears Tyler snicker behind her.
"One at a time, child."
She huffs and tries to work with the shirt, while it works against her. She finally gets it on and smooths it out. It's a bit longer than she thought it'd be.
Next, she grabs the skirt and shimmies into it.
I was right— it barely covers anything!
"Okay.... I like the top, but this skirt is a no. A hell no." She says, turning around to see her smiling.
"Girl, you look fucking hot!" She claps. Stevie rolls her eyes and pulls the skirt off and hands it back to her.
"Only you can pull that off. I'll be right back."
She heads into her own closet and pulls out the only pair of jeans that fit kinda tight on her and puts them on.
She walks back into the room and twirls around. "Now this is more like it."
Tyler sits down and blinks at her friend, completely unamused.
"Your outfits are so.... safe."
Stevie's mouth drops open.
"Well excuse me, if I don't wanna be out here with my vagina exposed and my boobs pushed together to create some damn cleavage."
"Are you throwin' shade?"
"Yes. You literally only dress appropriately when you go to class, and even then, do you push it. But that's you! That's not me, and I'm not about to make Rod drool over a girl that you've created. It wouldn't be real."
She sighs and picks at her lavender stiletto nails.
"I was just trying to help..."
"I know. But, that was a little too much."
She throws her hands up and sighs heavily. She rolls her eyes.
"Guess that's what I get for trying to spice up your wardrobe!" She falls back into her pillows.
"Bitch, shut up. I know how to put an appropriate outfit together. I could even put a slutty one together, but this isn't the conversation nor the time for that." She says, grabbing her pen and planner off her bed and heading back into her room.
"You know you want that dick, Stevie! Quit playin'!"
She closes her door and tries her best to ignore her comment.
Pulling the outfit off and sitting it back in her closet, she pulls on a t-shirt.
"She really did the opposite of helping me,” she laughs to herself. "I said I don't wanna come off as anxious and what does she do? Make me look like I'm ready to get fucked at any given moment!"
She huffs and searches for her remote, turning the tv on and flipping through a couple of channels; the usual black and white movies from the 40s, waiting to exhale, which has been on all week, and talk shows.
She sighs and turns it on Rugrats, turning the volume down and laying back on her pillows.
Her mind starts to wander off to that place, where it doesn't need to.
Ugh.
"I've always dreamt of this moment, babygirl..." he mumbles above, her legs resting on either side of his waist, while his noticeable erection is pressed against her. She keeps a grip on his shoulders.
"So have I. I don't wanna wait anymore."
His lips press against hers, making her see sparks again.
His tongue glides across her sweet spot, causing my inner thighs to tremble.
She slides her hand down between them and reaches for the waistband of his sweats. He smirks against her skin.
"You ready, huh?" He smiles and then everything fades into a blur…
"Mm... mmmh." She rolled over and opened her eyes, sighing before pulling the covers up over her face.
Another wet dream.
"If you're done moaning in your sleep," Tyler's voice makes her jump up, "it'd be a great time to get out of bed."
"First of all, you're rude. Second, you should learn how to knock instead of just standing there like a fucking creep and third... why?"
"Because, your birthday is in less than twenty three days and you need an outfit! Get up, cause I'm not taking no for an answer."
She sighs and sits up, running her hands through the mess that is her hair. She looks over at the clock, it reads twenty-five minutes after one.
Pulling the sweaty covers back, she quickly rushes past Tyler and towards the bathroom.
She snickers before heading back into her room, closing the door behind her, while Stevie closes the bathroom door and locks it.
She strips out her clothes and turns the water on making sure it's really hot, before stepping directly underneath it, letting it drench her hair and body.
The "forbidden" thoughts return, this time completely clouding her brain.
She huffs and leans against the wall.
I keep feeling his rough hands caress my skin. His plump lips all over my neck... those broad shoulders flexing while he's deep insi—
Her hand wanders in between her legs and rubs at the most sensitive part, until her knees start to buckle.
"Mmm..." she whimpers, that tingly feeling spreads throughout her body, making her back arch.
A squeal flies past her lips, she covers her mouth and keeps going.
Something swells inside of her, causing her hand to involuntarily smash against her clit. Her chest caves as the heat rushes through her body.
"Fuck.... fuck!" She moans, biting her bottom lip roughly, gyrating against her palm until the feeling becomes overwhelming and her mind goes blank for like five seconds.
"Stevie," Tyler knocks on the door, pulling her out of my clouded world. "Hurry up, girl!"
She pulls herself together and grabs her soap and puff, beginning to scrub away her impure thoughts and actions.
She steps out and wraps a towel around her body and another one around her hair. She grabs her toothbrush and toothpaste and does her hygiene routine.
Another round of knocks sound on the door. She unlocked and opened it.
Tyler comes in and reaches inside the bottom cabinet for her flat iron.
"Damn, it took you long enough." She plugs it in and looks at her through the mirror.
She rolls her eyes and continues brushing her teeth.
"You look flushed."
She ignores her and spits the minty contents out and rinses her mouth out.
"So, where are we going?" She asks, changing the subject and grabbing one of her fluffy rags to dry her face off, squatting down and grabbing her blow dryer from underneath the sink.
She's still staring at her, while pulling the iron through her hair. Stevie stares back at her and plugs the blow dryer in and grabs her wide-tooth comb.
"I don't know yet. But what I wanna know is why do you look like you've done something you weren't supposed to?" She actually turns to the side and looks at her, now.
"How? I'm literally just looking at you. What are you talking about?"
"Stevie Alaina, I know when you're lying to me. You're terrible at it."
She focuses her eyes on the mirror and turns the dryer on.
"Stevie," she yells over the heavy noise, "you know I'm gonna pull it out of you!"
She pulls the comb through her hair until it becomes dry and poofy. She places the dryer back underneath the sink and grabs her shea butter oil, running it evenly through her hair to give it some shine and moisture.
She reaches inside the top drawer for her own flat iron and plugs it in. Tyler still hasn't stopped staring at her, causing her to sigh heavily.
"Why won't you just tell me?"
She defines her middle part and sits the comb back down, leaning against the wall.
"Because, I'm embarrassed that I'm not embarrassed."
"Hm. You had a wet dream or something?" I suck my teeth.
"Well, you pointed that out when I got out of bed! That's not it."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What... you in here masturbating or something?"
She laughs, hearing the ugly word leave her mouth.
"I hate that word, but yes."
Her mouth drops open.
"I'm a little shocked! I don't see why you'd be embarrassed, though."
"Well, I thought you heard me or something. I didn't even realize what I was doing."
She says, as they go back to doing their hair.
"What do you mean?"
"I zoned out and started thinking about Rod, and then..." her face starts to heat up, so she trails off.
"Aww shit," she pokes her side, "I bet he be strokin' himself thinkin' bout your fine ass, too."
Stevie laughs, now wondering if he felt the same way.
Now standing inside Bloomingdale's, she skims through a couple of dresses; all overpriced and not cute.
Tyler, however, has managed to find two dresses, and of course they both look like they consist of a single thread.
"Aren't these cute?! Ima go try them on!" She scurries towards a dressing room, while Stevie continues her search for something— anything!
"K, look at me." She steps out of the dressing room in the first black and lace ensemble. It actually looks really good on her.
"You should buy it! It looks really good on you."
She flips her hair over her shoulder and thanks her, before heading back inside.
She gets almost towards the end of the rack and finds a dark red mini dress. It has a plunging v-line that stops just below her breasts.
She grabs it off the rack and heads into a dressing room.
"Did you find something?" Tyler yells from behind the door.
"I'm trying something on, right now. Hold on."
She pulls her clothes off and slips into the velvety fabric, before facing the mirror and instantly falling in love.
"Oh my gosh!" She flips her hair over her shoulder and twirls around.
"Lemme see! Lemme see!" I step out of the dressing room and Tyler's mouth falls open. I giggle and reach out to close it.
"Girl! You look amazing!" She runs her finger along the fabric, smirking to herself.
"If you don't buy this, ima be really upset."
"Well, it's your lucky day! I'm definitely buying it." She squeals and rushes back into her dressing room, with Stevie doing the same.
She pulls the dress off and puts her clothes back on. They head up to the counter to checkout.
"Well well well... if it isn't ghetto barbie."
She looks up and sees the same white girl from the club and the coffeehouse, heading towards them. Tyler changes her stance, glaring at her.
"Ghetto? Becky, you better back the fuck up."
The girl scoffs.
"It's actually Darla, but that was cute."
Stevie rolls her eyes. Of course her name is Darla.
"Anyway," she looks back at Stevie. “Nice dress. Special occasion?"
She tilts her head to the side. “What's your obsession with me, love?"
She smirks.
"Oh, it's not with you. I just don't understand how a guy like that would want a girl like you."
She gives her a blank stare and hands Tyler her dress, which she gladly takes.
"Obviously, you're hard of hearing." She says, stepping closer to her, keeping her hands at her sides.
“So, I'm gonna tell you one more time.... stay away from my man or I'll beat your ass."
Darla smirks.
"Oh bitch, I'm not playing." She pushes the middle of her chest roughly, making her stumble backwards.
"You keep it up, though." She smiles.
Tyler laughs and bumps past her as they walk to the register and purchase our dresses.
"She a bold bitch, ain't she?" Tyler nudges her.
"Yeah, but she ain't stupid."
“Ion know,” Tyler says.
Back at home now, Stevie's been on the phone with her mom for the past hour, and it's been everything but easy.
She went from apologizing, to Stevie telling her how she felt that day and how she feels about her currently, to her yelling at Stevie and trying to reclaim her parental right over her and Stevie shutting her up.
Now, she's just rambling on about how her mother treated her and how she feels terrible about doing the same thing to Stevie. She sits down in her chair and sighs.
"Okay.... I honestly don't care about it, anymore. But that doesn't mean that what you did wasn't wrong. I don't care if you are my mom, you had no right to do that to me. Period."
"I know that. I'm trying to make it up to you—"
"–You're doing a fantastic job."
She sighs.
"Alright, Alaina. You'll be twenty one in a couple weeks. I've got something for you, but I wanna know if you'll allow me to send it to you?"
"Yeah.”
"Alright, I'll call you next week."
"Alright."
"I love you."
She rolls her eyes, before saying “yeah, I know” and hanging up.
"She blows me." She says, standing up and walking towards her closet, beginning to find an outfit for her date, this evening.
They're meeting up at the mall.
She rummages through the hangers, finding a dark red, off the shoulder crop top and her high waisted jeans. Having already showered, she slips her clothes on.
Pulling half of her hair into a ponytail and leaving the rest down, she slides her feet into her black sandals, applying lip gloss and spraying perfume all over.
She walks out of her room and into Tyler's to tell her that she's leaving. Her door is cracked open so she pushes it open.
"Hey Tyler, I'm about to— oh my God!" She jumps back into the hallway and almost falls on her ass.
Tyler screams and jumps up, covering her body with her clothes. Whoever she's in there with starts laughing
Stevie heads towards the stairs with her hand over her chest.
"Stevie! Wait!"
She continues heading downstairs and ignores her, starts looking for her keys to get out of here as fast as she can.
"I'm sorry, girl. I thought I closed the door." Tyler runs her hands down her face in distress.
She huffs and continues looking for her keys.
"It's cool. I was just letting you know that I'm leaving."
"Where the fuck are my keys??"
Tyler heads into the living room and grabs them off the table, handing them to her.
"Calm down, girl.”
She gives her a small smile and thanks her, before leaving.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She sucks her milkshake obnoxiously through her straw, while glancing up at Rod.
"Mhm." His thumb rubs circles into the exposed skin underneath her crop top, sending a chill through her.
“Yeah,” she shifts in the booth and he sighs, removing his hand from around her.
"Seriously... tell me what's goin' on." He turns to face her, while she sits her cup down and nervously stares at the table.
"I uh.... I've been having these dreams about you." She glances at him and sees the stone expression still plastered on and looks back down.
"What kinda dreams?" He asks.
"What kind do you think?" She spat, growing kinda irritated for even having to explain how she's feeling.
He rubs his hand down his face, before that famous smirk spreads across his plump lips.
She bites her bottom one and looks away, again.
"Why you ain't tell me?"
She rolls her eyes and keeps her gaze focused on the window beside her.
"Aye girl," his thumb and pointer finger grasps her chin and turns it in his direction, "I'm talking to you."
"I didn't tell you, cause I was embarrassed." She whispers the last part.
He shakes his head and moves his face closer to hers. She breathes through her nose, while his dark brown orbs make it hard for her to focus on her surroundings.
"Ain't no reason to be embarrassed, babygirl..." His soft lips peck hers.
"Especially, since I been havin' them about you, too." He admits, kissing her again, this time, lingering behind.
She places her hand on his chest, reluctantly pulling away.
"You have?”
He nods, licking his half glossy bottom lip, making her insides flip.
"Hell yeah. I'd be lying to you, if I said I wasn't feenin'."
The thud that's usually felt inside her chest is being felt in so many other places.
Closing the door behind them, he picks her up and sits her on the kitchen counter, her nails raking against the back of his neck as his tongue glides over her sweet spot.
"Mm— wait... wait," he moves away from her neck and stares at her, something in his eyes has shifted.
"Not here."
He picks her back up and heads toward the stairs. Her legs tighten around his waist.
"Which room is yours?" He resumes kissing and sucking on her neck.
"Second door on your left." His teeth tug on her earlobe, causing her to yelp. He chuckles and pushes her door open.
Closing the door behind himself, he tosses her on the bed.
He takes her sandals off and reaches for the button on her jeans, peeling them off, smirking at her eagerness to help as she kicks her feet.
"Mm," he runs his finger over the wet spot on her lace panties, making her jump from such close contact.
He looks up at her. "Can I taste you, babygirl?"
Her mouth drops open as she tries to form words, but hearing those words come from his lips just has her stuck.
All she can do is nod.
He chuckles and plays with the soft flesh of her thigh. She lets out a shallow breath.
"I need words, vie."
"Yes."
He tucks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down, revealing her wet lips. His thumb immediately finds her clit and starts rubbing it in the slowest circles.
Her head lolls back. A jolt rushes through her making her close her legs, only for them to be pried back open.
"Keep your eyes on me, okay?"
She nods, again.
He sinks down on his knees and pulls her towards the edge of the bed, placing both legs on his shoulders. His eyes lock with hers, as his tongue swipes along her slit.
Her mouth falls open and she reaches out to palm his head. His hands reach up underneath her shirt and caress her breasts.
He continues to drag his tongue from top to bottom, then suckling her clit into his mouth. Her eyes threaten to flutter closed.
"Oh my God..." she moans, the feeling that's growing in her stomach feels ten times better with him being the cause.
Her back arches away from the bed once he replaces his tongue with his fingers, bringing her close to her breaking point.
"Does it feel good?" He has the nerve to ask.
“Yes,” she gasps, gripping his arm tighter and grinding against his hand. He adds another finger and begins flicking his tongue against her clit.
"I'm so close, baby!" She whimpers, biting her bottom lip as her body trembles.
“Give it to me, baby.” He mumbles against her.
"Ugh! Right there! Right there!” She begins to push him away, as the pleasure becomes too much.
"It's coming! Ooo fuck! Oh fuck!" The knot in her stomach tightens, until it bursts and she sees stars.
Her thighs tremble against the sides of his face as she comes down from her high. His sweet kisses on her inner thighs help.
He crawls on top of her and kisses all over her breasts, leaving little hickeys behind. She cradles his head and places kisses all over his face.
His lips meet hers, their tongues wrestling as she tastes herself on his. She moans and pulls him closer.
His lips move back to her neck, this time sucking roughly. She moans and grips the back of his shirt into her hands.
"You taste so fuckin' good."
"Mmm... your mouth feels so good on me."
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