Vanilla

Chapter 9

Saturday finally arrived for our date. The long-awaited date. I don't know what to wear. A dress? Too cliche. Casual wear? Too boring. Sexy wear? Too desperate.

Shit. I need advice.

I get a call from Melanin and answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"I've been your friend for years, and how come I suddenly hear that you're going on a date?"

"It's true."

"What? Shut up!"

I chuckle. "What did you really call for?"

"I have to tell you something."

"Like what?"

"I had a miscarriage last night."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I am. I guess this is God's way of telling me I messed up or something."

"Melanin, I don't think so. The baby will just go to heaven to prevent themselves from meeting their father and help you try to find true happiness again. The baby wasn't a mistake, but how you made them was. You might need to stay to yourself for the weekend."

"You're such a mom." Melanin giggles.

I smile. "I know, but seriously I have to get dressed."

"Just be n***d. I bet Lauren will love that."

"You're not funny."

"But you should wear that leather skirt and that new top you ordered. That'll fit perfectly."

"Thanks! I needed some fashion advice."

"No problem, tell me what happened afterward."

"Mhm," I said before I hung up. "I'm not."

I tossed my phone on the bed before slipping on my clothes. I put on some light make-up. Lip Gloss, lashes, and eyebrows. I'm lucky Melanin and Lexie taught me about make-up.

I looked into my closet for some shoes. I had dozens upon dozens of shoes I couldn't pick from. s**t, I wished I asked Melanin for shoes too. I looked at my outfit and picked the wedged ankle boots. I put them on, grabbed my purse with my things in it, my phone, and walked into grandma's room to grab her car keys. I promised Lauren I'll drive her since I do have a license. But I don't have my own car. I could buy one, but I need my grandma's signature. She's too stubborn to sign s**t, so I borrow her car here and there.

"I'll bring it back tonight." I sighed as I walked out of the house. I lock the house and get into the grey Coupe BMW. I start up the car and drive to Lauren's house. Mansion. Whatever she wants to call it.

After a few minutes of driving, I arrived at her home, picked her up, and started driving to the indoor waterpark. I made sure I packed my swimsuit, and she made sure she had hers. But my head is thinking of her half-n***d body in that swimsuit. What if she takes off her make-up to swim? What will she look like?

Lauren is wearing a spaghetti strap yellow knee-length bodycon dress with no b*a. Her n*****s are in full show. Crap. I'm getting turned on looking at her. I just want to stop the car and f**k her now. Wait, who's the top and the bottom? I never thought of that. Who's f*****g who?

"You look beautiful," I said with my eyes on the road.

"Thanks, you too. I never imagined you wearing something like this. Your titties are bigger than before."

"I had on a loose shirt," I replied.

"Mm...interesting."

"Don't have any weird ideas," I said.

"I'm not."

We arrived at the indoor water park. We paid for our ticket to go inside. We went into the women's locker room to change, and the moment she lifted her dress up. I realized she was pantie-less. She's trying to test my inner demon for real. Her exposed boobs and a*s almost made me pounce her.

I closed my eyes and put on my swimsuit, and walked out of the locker room. I opened my eyes to walk to the pool part of the water park, and sit in the water. I didn't mind my hair down. I sat there for a minute before Lauren came out with her swimsuit on. Damn, she's sexy in it. I stood up and walked to her.

"Ready to start our date?"

she nods. "Yes."

I kiss her cheek before turning around and jumping into the water. The water entered my ears, and once my head reached the surface again the water drained out.

"Come in." I said.

"I don't want my make-up ruined."

"I took my lashes off in the locker room. I'm putting my make-up back on afterwards."

"I didn't bring my make-up like you did."

"Then let your feet dangle in the water."

"Fine."

She sits at the edge, and lets her feet dangle in the water.

I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed it. "I don't know how dates work, so what do you do on them?"

"Anything as long as you're with them."

"Well, at least I can do that."

"It's easy so of course you can."

We giggled and talked for hours in the water park. I slid down the slide and we even tried to kiss there but got interrupted by a classmate of ours that recognized us.

We got dressed, put our swimsuits in the beach bag, and got into the car to drive to the restaurant.

I can't believe she's my official girlfriend now. I still remember her answer.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Uh...." she puts her arms around my neck. "Yes! Yes, I will be your girlfriend!"

We arrived at the restaurant and sat down to eat. We ate so much before leaving into the night. It was dark and we couldn't decide on ending the date or going to her place.

We decided on her place.

As we drove, she was drinking her third smoothie from there. She ordered two more of those before leaving. The other one is in the cupholder. I couldn't understand how she could drink those. It has a weird aftertaste.

I hit a speed bump causing her to waste half the smoothie on her face and dress.

"s**t!" she put the lid on and put it in the cupholder as she used the pool towel to dry it off herself.

"We're almost there. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. What about your grandma's car?"

"I'll clean it before it stains. I bought cleaner months ago. It's in the trunk."

"Good cause I don't want you to get into trouble because of me."

"No, it's fine. She understands."

We made it to her home. As she got her stuff out. I cleaned the stain, and we both walked into her home together. She put me into her huge room as she washed.

Her room was beautiful. Her bed was like a princess bed, her make-up vanity was just how I imagined, but then my eyes looked at the corner of the room. Art supplies. I walked over to see what was painting. Me. She was painting me in bed with her. I smiled at it. I was happy to be her inspiration.

I must've been staring at it for a while because I felt her hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch.

"I painted it a few days ago. I have more. I can't stop thinking of you. You're my art every day." She said before turning her face to me.

Her natural face. She had freckles, a blush on her cheeks, small eyes, thin eyebrows, beautiful lips, and a small nose.

"You're so damn beautiful," I said touching her freshly washed face. It was smooth and soft.

"You're sure?" she asks.

I put my hands on her hips. She wore a silk rob that exposed her cleavage. She put her hands around my neck. "Positive," I said.

Her eyes were drawing me in.

We inched closer to each other like a magnet. Before we knew it-we both pressed our lips together and held each other tight.

Fuck, she tastes sweet and addicting. Like vanilla. Her signature scent.

I got immune to her perfume, but now she's more than I can handle. I want her badly.

I cup her a*s in my hand and she moans. She wants it too.

Nothing's holding me back anymore.

She read my mind because she dropped her robe. "Come on."