I kicked my shoes off and tossed them into the passenger seat, the white girl in my blood loved to drive barefoot sometimes. I was still in the diner parking lot getting ready to text Caleb's number, since I felt a call was too formal. And I didn't care much for formal. 'Why was I getting comfortable with this? Some random white boy slides me his number and I'm already pre-planning thotly behavior.' I thought to myself. Fuck it, here goes nothing.
Hi, it's Nia..
Short and sweet. Dropping my phone into my lap, I started my baby and headed home. Okay so I lied, I actually stopped at Zaxby's on my way home, my body had long since burned that pie from earlier. I got my chicken finger plate and was happy as hell, and all my French fries would be gone by the time I reached my house.
After getting settled, showering and whatnot, I plopped on the couch and went to work on my dinner from Zaxby's and God was it good. My phone screen lit with a few notifications, mostly Facebook and Twitter. There was also a text from Josie's crazy ass, saying we should go to a sex shop for some things she had been eyeing to use in the bedroom. I snorted a laugh, shaking my head. One could only imagine what she had in mind. I responded and told her to come get me, this was going to be wild.
Twenty minutes later, Josie and I were browsing massage oils and edible panties, this fool was dead set on buying me a pair. I couldn't hold my laughter and I'm sure the store clerk was ready to be rid of us. "Come here girl, you think these will fit over all that ass without snapping in two?" She pulled me by the wrist and turned me around. The damn thing was made of twizzlers, y'all. "There's only one way to find out I guess, babe." I said, tossing the box into our basket.
Josie and I stood in line with our purchases; an edible thong, flavored massage oils, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. All her ideas. My phone buzzed in my back pocket as we approached the register. I slid it out and snuck a glance, it was Caleb. My heart was in overdrive right now.
I wondered if you would call.. Too formal?
You read my mind :) I'm a texting kinda girl
I texted back before joining Josie to leave the store. "Have you had anything to eat babe?" Josie asked. "Yeah, I was starving after work so I stopped at Zaxby's." She shook her head at me and smirked. She knew damn well I wasn't one of those salad eating chicks, real food is where it's at. "Well I'ma get some McDonald's and you better not eat my fries out of the bag." She said with a mock serious face, tossing the bags in the trunk. I scoffed, "We'll see, lover."
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Teen FictionNia Williams is a 23yr old waitress by day, and a stripper by night. She decides to get her feet wet and take a chance on love when she meets the beautiful Josie. She's found all she wants, until temptation beckons her once again in the form of sex...