Naomi Baby (Interacial Teen)

Spice

Black Pride is NOT White oppression
NO you don't understand what it's like to be black because you're white and always will be white.
Tell me why are African Americans who are angered at the murders of their brothers and sisters referred to as criminals and thugs but White People can have riots when their favorite sports team looses.

Stay awake. Chill the ignorance.

He smelled like salted caramel. But not the way that annoys your nose, the type that just fills the room with a sweet and spicy aroma.

That was what Stephan was anyways, sweet and spicy. "Nervous?" "Are you ok?" "Tell me if some things bothering you alright?" He would ask every 20 minutes or so with the drive to the complex he talking about. I would only shake my head or nod. What was probably going to happen to night scared me. Sure, now I was Stephan's girlfriend but we just became a couple.

And the thinking I might now be able to fulfill what other girls have given to him in the past makes me shake with the absolute fear of rejection.

This was Stephan Pezementti after all.

We glided through the city like how we did the first time he took me out. Stephan drove with one hand on the wheel and the other gripped my inner thigh. And I shivered casually, the feel of his hand on me made it difficult to concentrate. "We're almost there, hold on just a bit more."

"Okay." I answered one wordedly. We didn't even change our clothes. So I was still in the amazing white gown Stephan bought and he only ditched the tux blazer. "Don't worry about anything like that tonight Naomi, I won't touch you." Stephan smiled. My face flared red. Was it that obvious that was what I was thinking about!

"..I'm not thinking about that.." In denial liar. Stephan only shook his head as he trued not to laugh. "Sure Princess."

I groaned and covered my face with my hands and I guess Stephan was unable to control it and he burst into a sea of chuckles and giggles. "Oh haha, it's not funny. I'm a total virgin."

"I had a feeling, that's why I'm not going to touch you yet. Your eyes scream innocence, I have a feeling you're not quite ready. Were here." Wow, I must give off a virgin goody goody vibe all the time then. Stephan got out the car and I was about to get out too but he ran over to my side to open the door for me.

"I could've done that myself." Stephan reached behind me and grabbed his blazer then slowly drapped it over my frozen shoulders. Never breaking eye contact with me. "That too.." I told him. "I want to do things for you.." The heat rose through me instantly and I'm sure a blush was evident on my cheeks.

Stephan laughed and pulled on the blazer, and I tippy toed to let his lips reach my own. Dear lord it was serendipitous kissing Stephan every time. Each time (though we've done it only a few times) felt so enlightening. So unique and so pure every time. Like there was absolutely no possible evil in our simple kisses.

But then Stephan's lips did feel cold. I pulled a way at his blue looking lips. "Are you ok? We should go inside, Stephan was freezing. " He sucked in his lips and nodded. "Yeah we should." We guided each other inside the complex, greeting the doorman and heading up the elevator to the 14th floor.

By now Stephan's lips returned to their normal, seductive peach color and I became less worried. "I'm sorry if there's a mess, I havent been here in years."

"So where's your Grandmother?" He shrugged. "Miami maybe, she likes traveling. Not really a stay at home and knit type of granny." I chuckled at his own words and I slipped my fingers into his. "Sounds like someone who I know who doesn't stay out of trouble."

Stephan took both of my hands and pulled me out of the elevator. "I know little ms. Danger mouse isn't talking. I still haven't forgiven you for the entire take on Isabella myself thing." Oh please, he was the one who the situation worse than it could have been.