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Aisha Bell

A few days had gone by since my little sexcapade with Cordaé and I been to his house a few times after that. When we were together we had four play which included little things like kissing and touching but that was as far as we had gone.

Speaking about his wardrobe one day, I asked him if I could purchase him some clothes, underclothes like T-shirts and boxers and cologne to keep and wear at my house and he said yes, telling me the sizes he wore. Them tight underwear he had on wasn’t sexy and I needed to help him switch up his attire because he was too fine to dress the way he did. I also convinced him to get his ears pierced and was working on him getting some ink.

“Have you ever thought about wearing contacts.” I asked him on a different day while sitting on his lap.

“Not really. Why? What you tryna say? I’m ugly with glasses?”

“No. You know I think you’re fine as fuck,” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He and I still hadn’t had sex but he was a little more hands on with me. His shyness was slowly crumbling and because of me.

“So what’s wrong with my glasses?”

Pulling them off his face, I stared into his dark brown eyes. “Nothing, babe. You’re perfect just how you are.”

“That’s what the fuck I thought.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Cordaé sounded funny cussing.

“That sounded weird, huh?” He laughed.

“A little,” I pinched two fingers together. “You’ll get the hang of it though.”

“No, but seriously. Do you think I’d look better with contacts?”

“Why don’t we test them out and see one day.”

He nodded his head.

“Go get changed so we can go and wear something new I bought you,” I stood feeling him slap me on my ass.

We were headed to Disneyland because I loved it at Christmas time.

Ten minutes later, Cordaé exited my room wearing a red and white flannel shirt, Levi’s, wheat colored boots and Louboutin cologne.

“Damn.”

Cordaé was fine before but he was even fine and sexier now.

“Let’s go before I don’t want to anymore,” I winked. “If you know what I mean.”

“Girl,” he pulled me by the hand. “Everything ain’t about sex.”

“Oh, I know because if it was, I would’ve been gone.”

“Damn. Like that?”

“I mean, I’m not no active girl with just anybody but you know I’ve been wanting you since day one.”

I locked up the house and went to his car. He opened the door letting me into his Honda. Moving around the front, he slid in and closed the door.

“It’ll happen when it’s supposed too. Relax. We got time.” He put the car in drive and interlocked his fingers with mine. “Have you talked to Chardonnay?”

“Not since I went to her house that day, nope. Have you?”

“Well, yea.”

“You tell her about us?” I asked finding the station on his radio that played Christmas music.

“I didn’t,” he steered the car toward the amusement park. “We will soon enough.”

“You think she’s gonna be upset?”

“I don’t know,” he glanced at me. “Would that change anything?”

“Not on my end.”

I felt him squeeze my hand.

Singing along to the music, we made it to the park. After parking and walking the long distance, we made it to the entrance. We rode a few of the rides, ate a lot of the foods, took pictures and just enjoyed our first real date. Then we traveled back home.

After showering and changing into our bed clothes, we climbed in my bed and went to sleep. We were both exhausted.