"That one afternoon, I kissed you. In the middle of the street, where a white truck zoomed past our connected lips. And boy, it caused problems we couldn't have seen, but wasn't it also amazing?"
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Saturday 2/5/48 Meridian Deen Sixth Month Anniversary. . .
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"Baby! Have you seen my stockings anywhere?" I groaned softly as I watched Paislee pace back and forth across the bedroom through one eye. The other was closed shut from sleepiness. I cuddled closer to Paislee's pillow that was beside me and waved my hand in the air, trying to gesture to my drawers.
"Mhm. Just don't wear any today," I said groggily.
Paislee huffed. "I'm being serious, honey."
I sat up in bed with my back against the headboard, the cold air hitting my bare chest. Paislee was going through her section of the drawers, then to the closet, then looking through the covers of the bed.
"I think I might've seen them in my sock drawer. When you did laundry, I may or may not have picked up your stocking too."
Paislee rushed to my drawer until I heard a little squeal from her and she pulled out her skin-toned stockings happily.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I plopped back down on the bed and smiled as I watched Paislee rush out the room. It had really been sixth months of officially putting up with my girlfriend.
It had been a month and a half since Paislee officially moved in with me. After spending Christmas together, which was such a memorable night, we decided that we wanted to share a place. Weeks before the official move-in, she would just sleep over and leave her dresses, stockings, and undergarments every single time until she earned a space in my closet.
Moving in definitely caused us to butt heads more and argue about somethings, but it also helped us get a feel for the future. How we solve our arguments, the way we handle personal space, and how we both get to come home to each other each night.
"I hate to ask. . ." Paislee started, coming back from the bathroom. "But can you do these buttons down my dress? You know this is one of my favorites but it's a pain in the butt to get on. Please."
She turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked at her bare skin, following the buttons as they trailed to the small of back just above her bottom.
"I have a bone to pick with you," I said. I sat behind Paislee, putting my chin on her shoulder and pulling her close.
She jumped as my hands went inside her dress and gripped her sides. Her skin was soft against my fingertips and I could feel the smooth, thin coating of fragrant lotion she had on. She soon giggled, turning her face to me more.
