Page 11 of Kiss My Crown
The man is an amazing kisser.
He even has me contemplating his sauce offer.
God, I’m a slut.
Today all of us girls are going to the mall together. I am in some serious need of new bras and panties, especially since I’m going over to Justin’s tonight.
He texted me yesterday and asked me if I wanted to come over, watch Netflix and chill. Dani immediately started giggling, and Melanie sat there completely confused. I had to explain to her that Netflix and chill really means having sex with Netflix on in the background. She didn’t believe me at first until she plugged it into Urban Dictionary.
After that she ran like a bat of out hell to get her phone. Apparently one of the guys asked her out and he wanted to Netflix and chill. A part of me wishes I hadn’t said anything because that would have been hysterical.
We stroll through Victoria’s Secret, and I pick up a few new things.
“So you’re gonna do it tonight, huh?” Dani looks over at me.
“I guess so. I mean, hey, I was ready to move on with a random. I actually like Justin, so that’s a plus.” I shrug. The truth is that because I like him I’m totally freaking out about going over there tonight. I mean, I haven’t done this whole thing before and I’m not really sure how it works. Usually I’ve been in a relationship and it’s just been easy.
As we are walking out of the store I practically run into the last person I want to see. Jeremy, with his new piece of ass, Tonya. She’s a fairy, of course, because she’s probably too stupid to know any better than to be with that douchebag. They are practically mauling each other’s faces, and it’s getting me nauseous.
“Jesus, can you two get a room. Or maybe just fall off the face of the earth,” Dani says as they pull apart to look at us.
“Oh look, there’s my leftovers and her two sidekicks.” Jeremy smirks at us, and I just want to smack him across the face.
“Hey, listen, more power to you, Tonya, if you’re okay tolerating that popsicle stick he calls a penis. Me? I was never satisfied and usually finished myself off at home.” I smile at both of them before walking away.
Once we are a decent distance away I let out a groan of frustration. “God, I hate him. I mean legitimately hate him and wish his man parts would shrivel up and fall off.”
“I know, girl, but unfortunately if they haven’t fallen off yet, I think you’re out of luck.” Melanie scrunches her face, and we all laugh.
We go through a few more stores before heading home. I throw on a pair of leggings and a V-neck shirt, while underneath is one of my new bra and panty sets. I walk out into the living room.
“What do you think? Do I look like a girl ready to Netflix and chill?”
They both start to laugh.
“You’ve always looked like that, girl,” Dani says before laughing some more.
“Bitches,” I mumble as I grab my purse.
“Love you!” they yell in unison as I close the door.
***
I pull up in front of Justin’s apartment and can’t make myself get out of the car. I’m so nervous that my leg has been shaking the entire drive over. Going somewhere knowing that you’ll be having sex is so much more stressful than being with someone and it just happening.
What do I do when I walk in? Will he just jump my bones? Am I supposed to initiate it? I feel like a damn virgin all over again.
I get out, trying to shake off the nerves as I walk up to his apartment. I knock on the door, teetering from one foot to the other.
Justin opens the door dressed like he was on our first date, and I wring my hands in nervousness. “Hey.” He moves to the side to let me in.
I walk into the apartment and I feel like this is what I would expect a guy’s apartment to look like. Empty cans on the kitchen counter, random pieces of clothing on the floor. I see a couple pizza boxes, but from the smell I’d guess they are for us. I walk over and kind of hover in front of the couch, not really knowing if I should sit down, or what.
“Why are you all awkward?” Justin looks over at me.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just kind of weird right now.” I shrug.
He walks over holding two plates of pizza and hands me one. Grabbing the remote, he sits down on the couch and pulls his Netflix up, turning on a comedy.
