Blonde Ivory

32: Kasey Afolabi

Kasey Afolabi (Drummer of Blonde Ivory)

Despite Mark constantly saying and proving that he gives no fucks about us or our personal lives, he definitely came through for me when I asked him to rent out the lingerie store for me. Of course, he said that would give us plenty of publicity and that was the only reason he was doing it. Regardless, I don't have to worry about being swarmed by a bunch of thirteen-year-olds who want to try out thongs for the first time.

I decided to go to the lingerie store today so that I'd have something nice to wear when I finally lose my virginity to Alfonso. After we both gave each other head at his party a few weeks ago, the thought of having sex with him has definitely peaked my interest. I'm curious more than horny, and thankfully, Alfonso understands that. I also explained to him that just because I would be having sex with him this time, it doesn't mean I'll want sex all the time or that I'll even enjoy it.

I told him that he might as well get his clubbing clothes ready after we have sex because it probably won't happen again for a long time and the people he has threesomes with are going to be more reliable in that department. He did try to joke around and say that his dick is the bomb, and I'll probably cry from how amazing it feels.

Obviously I doubt that. If anything, he's going to cry once he realizes this might be the last time we have sex for a few months. What can I say, though? C'est la vie! He knows my sexuality. A part of me is actually beginning to believe that he even respects it now. Or he is at least trying to.

"So what is it you're looking for?" A'Kambri asks as she pries some hair out of her lipgloss. "What look are you going for exactly? Pretty in pink? Innocent in white? Naughty in black? Seductive in red?" I sort through some bras and pull out a random one that catches my eye.

"How about Infection in yellow?" I smirk as I show her the bright yellow, lace bra. She rolls her eyes and pulls it out of my hands.

"You're not wearing yellow." She scolds. I cross my arms to my chest. She turns around and barely gives each bra she sees the time of day.

"I'll have you know that yellow is my favorite color." I snide, "Besides, I thought we were supposed to be golden goddesses."

She stops in her tracks. I think for a moment that she's going to turn around and correct me. Instead, she surprises me by picking up a matching set of lingerie. She shows it to me and smiles.

"See, little sister. This is called Dreamy in blue... Annabelle wore something just like it when she lost her virginity." I roll my eyes and pull it out of her hands.

"I don't want anything I do or wear to have any relation to Annabelle, okay?" She snorts.

I walk to a different section, suddenly bored of the undergarments in this one. In reality, I'm quite bored of all undergarments. The only reason I'm even buying some now is to show Alfonso that this time matters to me just as it matters to him.

"I don't understand why you hate her so much." She murmurs. I glance at her with a raised eyebrow, but she's too busy inspecting the gray g-string in her hands to take note of my expression.

"Oh... So you don't understand why I hate her, but Arlo's reasons for despising her are totally logical." She sighs before looking up.

"Obviously. You know how Arlo is. He doesn't have any opinion on anyone or anything until he has reason to. You know, with factual evidence and lots of other nerdy things." She smiles, "Besides, you know how he feels about teenage girl drama and lying. It's obvious Annabelle is the epitome of those things. Then, of course, there was the rude things she said about Macha." I roll my eyes.