Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 5

Amari was a tremendous help to me. She was very blunt about were I had fucked up at with Janell and how I needed to put some real distance between her and I. Amari did the best she could to be unbiased and I had appreciated that more than anyone would ever understand. Of course Casime had kept it real with me but he never really called me out on my part and whenever he did, it was never that blunt. I have nothing but respect for Amari. She didn't know me from a can of paint but she took time out of her day to listen to me.

"Naomi, are you dressed yet?" Casime poked his head in to my bathroom. I ran my fingers through my thick, dark brown, long hair. I pulled on my loose curls, finally satisfied with my hair, I made a few adjustments on make up and blew myself a kiss in the mirror. Sliding my black pumps on my feet, I grab my purse, phone, and keys on my way out of my bedroom door. "Finally!"

I struck a model like pose and ran my hands over my curves. "I look good thought right?"

Casime smiled and nodded slightly. " You are wearing the hell out of that dress girl."

"Thank you so run the plan by me again. Why do you need me to go to Jordan's coming out dinner party?"

I watched him adjust his tie nervously, causing the silky grey fabric to sit off centered. I walk over and slap his hands down. "Because if he backs out, at least I know I will have you there to save me." I fix his tie and wipe the lent from his black shirt. I nod, finally getting the my purpose for being invited.

"Gotcha, well I am here for you. Now stop worrying before you start sweating in your dress shirt. You look nice and I want you to look flawless when your boyfriend introduces you to his parents." I step back and give him a reassuring smile.

We make it to Jordan's apartment. I thought it was going to be a small dinner but it's more a dinner party consisting of Jordan's closest friends and family. I look around to see everyone dressed formally. The sounds of light chatter and clanking wine glasses filled the room. Casime clutched my hand frantically and held his breath. My head snapped towards him when his clamy fingers tightened there gripped.

I slapped his arm, "boy what in the fuck is wrong with you?!" I harshly whispered.

"Naomi, that's them. His parents. What do I do? Do I look good? Oh god, I should have picked a different tie."

"Casime, you look good. No, you are handsome and charming stop stressing this. You pushed for it so bask in this moment."

"Oh god, here they come!" I turned around to see and older couple approaching us. The woman was the epitome of class, not a pearl of out place. The older gentle was well put together but if I had to guess, she coordinated him as well. She kind of screamed control freak.

The man smiled and extended his hand to Casime. "Ah Casime, what a beautiful woman you seemed to have snagged."

The lady flashed a smile but it didn't seem genuine like her husbands. "You two do look well together. I love to see young love. What is your name dear?" She directed her question to me. I tried not seem put off by their assumption.

"Naomi. It's nice to meet you Mrs..." I waited for her to give me her name as well.

"Livingston. Catherine Livingston and this is my Thomas." I instantly jumped into realtor mode. A fake smile, corny jokes, and half hearted compliments. We conversed with them for a few moments until they continue to work the room, I instantly elbowed Casime. He gave light grunt and apologized for not telling them the truth.

"Casime, you came." Jordan walked up to us.

"Why wouln't I Jordan?" He perked up instantly seeing Jordans face. Now, I wouldn't give him a second glance on the street but then again, I am lesbian. But he just seemed like a regular clean cut, white collar, white guy. Nothing spectacular about him in my opinion but Casime was crazy about him. He often told me, he was something out of his comfort zone. Most guys that Casime dealt with in the past were pretty boys with dreams to model, act, or join the music industry. So i guess, Jordan was a nice change in pace.