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|| FANTASIA
Taraji was really upset about how horribly her meeting with Aubrey's stepdad went, and I hate to see her upset, so while she was showering off the day's stress and decompressing, I decided to run to the grocery store and pick up everything I needed to make one of her favorite desserts, slutty brownies. They're super rich and indulgent, and she's probably going to be stressing over the caloric intake later, but I know that they will make her happy in the moment. All I needed to get was brownie mix, chocolate chip cookie dough, and Oreos, so I didn't plan on being in the store for long. At the last minute, I thought to get some stuff to make lemon drops. Taraji loves lemon drops. I was walking down the spirits aisle, looking for a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. It's one of the more expensive options, but my girl deserves only the best. I was reaching for the bottle on the top shelf when I felt someone pass by me and a hand ever so lightly grazed my ass. I grasped the bottle and put it in my cart, swiftly turning around to see who the culprit was. It was a gorgeous caramel-complexioned young woman with a beautiful hourglass figure, and I immediately recognized her as candycoatedcarmen, the girl who had slid in my dm's. Even though I know that we live in the same city, for some reason I just thought that I would never come face to face with her. She was smirking like she brushed her hand up against my ass on purpose. I can tell that she's naturally flirty.
Carmen: My apologies. That was a total accident.
Fantasia:*smiles* I'll pretend like I believe that. Should we introduce ourselves like we don't already know each other?
Carmen:*chuckles* I feel like I know you more than you know me. It kinda hurt my ego when you didn't respond to my dm.
Fantasia: I was thinking about it, then I hesitated until I talked myself out of it. I tend to do that a lot. Anxiety is a bitch.
Carmen: Are you saying I give you anxiety?
She arched her perfectly drawn-on brows and tilted her head with a slight smile the same way that Taraji does when she tries to fluster me for fun. Carmen feels so familiar despite the fact that this is my first time ever meeting her and holding a conversation with her. I've never dated anybody. I am as late as late bloomers come. I'm not sure how to navigate going about this situation.
Fantasia: I mean, a little bit. You're so attractive, and nobody has ever shown interest in me as intensely as you do.
Carmen: I find that hard to believe, as fine as you are. But that's a good thing, at least for me. It means that I won't have any competition.
Fantasia: Competition for what?
Carmen: Come on Fantasia, don't play dumb. It's obvious that you're the prize.
Fantasia: Me?
Nobody has ever treated me like a prize before. I'm used to being made to feel like something that people don't want, but everybody wants a prize in life. I can't say that I'm asexual, because I do long for intimacy and a romantic connection with another person, but I've always ran away from it. I don't love myself, so how can I love anybody else properly? Dating leads to sex, and sex means showing my body and revealing my secret. I've always been afraid of that happening, so I just avoided it altogether. I've never been on a date and I've never even been kissed. I've never even practiced self-gratification because I'm so disgusted with myself. I'm a virgin in every sense of the word. At 28 years old it's so embarrassing to be so romantically inexperienced, but it has saved me a lot of pain and rejection. Still, it feels me with a torturous sense of loneliness that not even my friendship with Taraji can make up for.
