It's been three days since the incident at the store, and all I can think about is that damned boy.
Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is his damn sexy smirk, or him saying "pleasure" in that voice of his, and I get wet all over again.
Honestly, my hand just isn't doing it for me anymore.
So this morning, when I walked through the doors of "Roz E" (I know the name is ridiculous, we were eighteen and nineteen) I went straight to Roz and told her exactly where I was going. I left her doubling over with laughter,throwing a quick "be right back" over my shoulder.
Now, I'm standing in Intimate Occasions, a sex toy and lingerie store in Premier Plaza, not ten minutes from my store, cashing kegel balls, anal beads, handcuffs and two Jackrabbits, one of which is a surprise for Rozii's birthday trying to comprehend the fourteen inch dildo that is on sale in the store.
As I walk back to the shop, l think of what I just saw in that store.
I saw a fourteen inch dildo.
Do you know what fourteen inches looks like?
That's longer than a Subway Foot Long.
These are the thoughts that follow me back into the shop.
So I don't notice the very reasonwhy I was at the sex store in the first place, lounging in the waiting area, in front of the cashier.
He clears his throat, and when I look up, my knees buckle. Kind of like a new born colt.
He smirks and says, "Ezinma".
My nipples harden, and I can feel the moisture gathering in my underwear.
"Your little friend told me that you'd be back from your little...escapade soon."
I feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment because instantly, I know that Rozii told him where I went.
Damn you, Rozii Taylor Reese.
"The truth is... I can't stop thinking about you."
Wow. So it's not just me then?
"No, it's not."
I'm not even embarrassed that I said it out loud.
He chews on his lip while giving me the most intense stare, and then blurts out:
"How about dinner?"
"Okay."
He smiles a smile of victory.
"When do you finish?"
"Five."
"Okay. I'll pick you up."
"I have to shower."
"I'll take you home first then."
He gets up to leave before I can say anything to confirm or deny what he just said, but then he turns to me and says, "Trust me, that Jackrabbit won't satisfy you like the real thing."
