Debbie's POV
The few minutes after he left was torture for me.
I couldn't stop thinking him and I couldn't stop my mind from replaying how intensely he stared at me by the doorway clad in his blue business suit with a slightly confused look on his perfect face.
The delicious smell of the male cologne he was putting on and the warmth I felt when my small hands fit perfectly into his warm and strong hands.
And his eyes!
Time passed by in a blur and how I could still carry on concentrating on the makeup I was applying on Sharon's face was a wonder to me.
She also kept teasing me the whole time about how deeply infatuated I seemed with her brother and the way we stared at each other like we were seconds away from devouring each other.
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement.
The thoughts of him kept reappearing sending tingles to all over my body down to my now aching vagina.
Oh boy!
Few minutes later, i was done with her makeup and when she saw the outcome of it while staring at the standing mirror, she stopped with her teasing and stood stock-still.
For which I was feeling nervous but exceedingly grateful for.
'Please tell me you like it?' I asked worriedly when she stood unmoving, her facial expression blank and she stared quietly at her reflection in the mirror.
Dreading what her reaction was going to be, I wringed my fingers together and nibbled gently on my lower lip.
If she didn't like the outcome of it, i just couldn't imagine the amount of embarrassment that would cause me.
I was about to ask again when an excited and a bit of shocked expression replaced the former look on her face.
Sighing, instant relief washed over me.
'Oh my God Debbie!' She gasped and covered up her mouth with her two hands. 'Oh my goodness this looks so beautiful!' She exclaimed joyously, gazing at her face in the standing mirror with admiration.
Squealing quietly, I did a little fist bump behind her back.
Amidst all the distractions from him, and my mind occupied with thoughts of him after he left, it still turned out to be amazing.
'Oh my days Debbie--' She slowly turned around to face me with a big smile on her face and I smiled back cheekily.
The feeling I had right now was so overwhelming that It took every ounce of restraint I had not to fall on my knees and praise God.
Play cool Debbie!
If it didn't turn out great, it'd be a big embarrassment not from only her but her brother.
'i want to ask you a question now,' She stated calmly and I urged her on.
'Are you very sure that the person I'm staring at in this mirror is me? Because this person I'm looking at is dazzling! damn!' She proclaimed.
Giggling and shaking my head amusingly, I sauntered closer to where she was standing and shifted her shoulders gently to face the mirror.
Gently pulling her braided hair back to reveal her long slender neck, I replied sweetly.
'It definitely is you sweet cakes and trust me when I say this to you, your boyfriend is going to be practically kissing your feet at that party.'
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The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)
RomanceMeet Deborah Daves A twenty years old second year student of Lagos State University. Fair skinned, tall and pretty. She was beautiful but somehow plain in the eyes of most. What then happens when she stumbles accidentally in the rain, into the arms...