ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 🥺
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟙𝟙:𝟙𝟠 ℙ𝕄
𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖
I shut the door behind me and take my key out of the door. I can't wipe this stupid smile off of my face, but at the same time there's been a weird feeling in my gut since I left Demauree's. I lock the front door and walk past where Momma and Daddy are watching the game into my bedroom.
No sooner than I set my purse down on my bed, Londyn knocks on my door. When I tell her to come in, she skips inside and closes the door.
"So where was you at?" Londyn smirks in that nosy way of hers.
I don't see any sense in hiding the truth from her. "Demauree's."
Londyn arches her eyebrow. "You went to Demauree's house by yourself at night?"
"Mhm." I maintain eye contact with her.
"And?"
I snicker. "I told him about my day, and we went to go get Chipotle–"
"Always Chipotle witcho ass," Londyn smirks.
"Girl, do you wanna hear the story or not?" I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, go head."
"We got Chipotle and went back to his house and then he watched that Storm Reid movie with me where she try to find her momma..." I trail off, a small smile on my face.
"And?" Londyn cuts her eyes at me. "Don't tell me you kissed him again."
"I did." I shrug.
Londyn's jaw drops. "Girlllll–"
"And I sort-of-let-him-eat-me-out-and-then-I-gave-him-head," I say the words fast and all together.
Londyn picks a pillow up off of my bed and throws at my face. "You did what?!"
"Shut up, Momma and Daddy gon' fuss bout all that yellin'."
"Yeah, yeah." She sits on the bed. "Paris, you sucked that nigga dick?" Then she suddenly cringes. "Ugh, that shit don't even sound right. Y'all too damn young..."
"Londyn, you're a year older than me and Mauree's the same age as you." I eye her with a smirk on my face as I cross my arms.
"Yeah, but eeeew," Londyn fake-gags. "Plus, what I tell you bout him?"
"Yeah, I know." I look down a little, I feel the first bit of shame since I left his house. Still, it's only a little. "But I don't regret it. At all."
"Wooooow," Londyn rests her chin on the tip of her finger. "Look at innocent-ass Paris, doin' ungodly shit and not even regretting it."
I roll my eyes and shrug. "I know I shouldn't have... I just don't feel as bad as I feel like I should."
"Well, much as Ion like this..." Londyn meets my eyes. "You shouldn't regret it for real. Shouldn't regret doin' shit that you wanna do." I can't help but smile.
"You still nasty, though." Londyn sucks her teeth as she gets up from my bed. "So young," she says as she leaves my room.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I take off all my clothes and stick my hand under the shower to water to make sure it's warm enough. Once I'm satisfied with it, I step under the shower, letting the water soothe my body.
As I wash, I can hear Demauree's voice in my mind. I feel his kisses against my lips and my neck. I feel his hands on my breasts. I remember how good he made me feel...
