make my way out of the bathroom without slipping and killing myself. Hearing someone knock on the door, I did just what I had been trying so hard to avoid. I fell flat on my ass.
“Grace! Are you here? If so could you get the door,” I yelled, hoping she hadn’t left for her movie yet.
Silence.
Pushing myself up off of the floor, I gripped onto the counter and made it into the living room.
“I’m coming,” I yelled to the person on the other side of the door.
Opening it, West stood there dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt. And of course his signature leather jacket. He stood there looking absolutely mouthwatering.
“You’re not coming yet but you will be,” he said, winking and pushing past me to get in the apartment, “Please tell me your just gonna wear that towel to dinner.”
“Not a chance but if you behave during dinner I’ll be wearing a lot less tonight,” I told him, locking the door and dropping my towel.
“Not fair. Now, I want to have my way with you and I can’t because we’ll be late. You play dirty, Angel. Real dirty and I like it,” he said, walking into my bedroom and stretching his body out on my bed.
Bending over to get my underwear from the drawer, I heard him groan. Smiling, I slid the pink lace up my thighs making sure my breast bounced in the process.
“Do you think your parents would notice if we didn’t show up at all?”
“I think they would notice,” I told him, slipping on my matching bra.
Walking over to my closet, I pulled out my black dress. It fit really tight and it was the kind of thing West loved for me to wear.
“Are you seriously wanting me to walk into your house with a hard on? You’re pulling out all the stops, you’re even wearing black.”
Laughing, I slid my feet into my bright red pumps. They made my legs look fantastic.
“Just do your hair. There is no way that will turn me on.”
Walking over to my vanity, I plugged my curling iron in to the wall. Sneaking glances at him through the mirror, I saw him staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I was wrong,” he stated, not taking his eyes off of me.
“About what?”
“Even watching you do your hair turns me on. I think I would get hard watching you do the dishes.”
Rolling my eyes, I finished my hair and ran my fingers through it. Starting my make up, I seen him cover his face with a pillow.
“You’ll mess your hair up,” I told him, putting the finishing touches on my face.
His hair was like his prized possession. Seriously, if his hair wasn’t right then he couldn’t go out. He like a girl about it. But, in his defense his hair was pretty awesome.
He jumped up like the bed was on fire.
“Can you fix it for me? Does it look bad?”
“No, it doesn’t look that bad and yes, I can fix it for you. Follow me,” I told him leading him into the bathroom.
Sliding up on the counter, I pulled him closer to me. Grabbing the hair spray and comb, I styled his hair just the way he liked it. We were nose to nose and the heat was radiating from my body to his. Our lips collided and fireworks erupted. Well, not really but you know.
Our breathing increased as our kiss deepened. His hands slipped under my dress and his fingers outlined my lacy panties.
“Later,” I managed to get out, “We have to go.”
Pulling away, he lifted me from the counter and sat me down. Turning to walk away, I felt him lightly slap my ass.
“None of that in front of my father.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said, saluting me.
Grabbing my coat, I got out of the apartment before anything else happened. West followed behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him sulking. I came to a stop and waited for him to catch up to me. When he did I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the staircase.
“One day I’m going to get you in an elevator. They are so much work,” he complained, walking down the staircase.
“Be a man. Put your back in it.”
“You’re so
“Grace! Are you here? If so could you get the door,” I yelled, hoping she hadn’t left for her movie yet.
Silence.
Pushing myself up off of the floor, I gripped onto the counter and made it into the living room.
“I’m coming,” I yelled to the person on the other side of the door.
Opening it, West stood there dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt. And of course his signature leather jacket. He stood there looking absolutely mouthwatering.
“You’re not coming yet but you will be,” he said, winking and pushing past me to get in the apartment, “Please tell me your just gonna wear that towel to dinner.”
“Not a chance but if you behave during dinner I’ll be wearing a lot less tonight,” I told him, locking the door and dropping my towel.
“Not fair. Now, I want to have my way with you and I can’t because we’ll be late. You play dirty, Angel. Real dirty and I like it,” he said, walking into my bedroom and stretching his body out on my bed.
Bending over to get my underwear from the drawer, I heard him groan. Smiling, I slid the pink lace up my thighs making sure my breast bounced in the process.
“Do you think your parents would notice if we didn’t show up at all?”
“I think they would notice,” I told him, slipping on my matching bra.
Walking over to my closet, I pulled out my black dress. It fit really tight and it was the kind of thing West loved for me to wear.
“Are you seriously wanting me to walk into your house with a hard on? You’re pulling out all the stops, you’re even wearing black.”
Laughing, I slid my feet into my bright red pumps. They made my legs look fantastic.
“Just do your hair. There is no way that will turn me on.”
Walking over to my vanity, I plugged my curling iron in to the wall. Sneaking glances at him through the mirror, I saw him staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I was wrong,” he stated, not taking his eyes off of me.
“About what?”
“Even watching you do your hair turns me on. I think I would get hard watching you do the dishes.”
Rolling my eyes, I finished my hair and ran my fingers through it. Starting my make up, I seen him cover his face with a pillow.
“You’ll mess your hair up,” I told him, putting the finishing touches on my face.
His hair was like his prized possession. Seriously, if his hair wasn’t right then he couldn’t go out. He like a girl about it. But, in his defense his hair was pretty awesome.
He jumped up like the bed was on fire.
“Can you fix it for me? Does it look bad?”
“No, it doesn’t look that bad and yes, I can fix it for you. Follow me,” I told him leading him into the bathroom.
Sliding up on the counter, I pulled him closer to me. Grabbing the hair spray and comb, I styled his hair just the way he liked it. We were nose to nose and the heat was radiating from my body to his. Our lips collided and fireworks erupted. Well, not really but you know.
Our breathing increased as our kiss deepened. His hands slipped under my dress and his fingers outlined my lacy panties.
“Later,” I managed to get out, “We have to go.”
Pulling away, he lifted me from the counter and sat me down. Turning to walk away, I felt him lightly slap my ass.
“None of that in front of my father.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said, saluting me.
Grabbing my coat, I got out of the apartment before anything else happened. West followed behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him sulking. I came to a stop and waited for him to catch up to me. When he did I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the staircase.
“One day I’m going to get you in an elevator. They are so much work,” he complained, walking down the staircase.
“Be a man. Put your back in it.”
“You’re so
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