"Ouch Tracy!! What are you doing." I screamed as Tracy was pulling my hair. I decided to let her fix my hair for my date tonight with Dean. I have to say, she is really hurting me. I tried to move my head out of her reach but was unsuccessful.
"Nikki I swear if you don't hold still!"
She was relentless. Not only did she drive me crazy while we were shopping, but she is also driving me crazy now. Thinking about our shopping excursion, reminded me of what I was going to wear tonight. Tracy had me running around the stores, trying on every slinky, tight dress she could find. I put my trust in her hands, seeing as how I know very little about fashion. Just because I trusted her judgment, doesn't mean that I would not complain.
"Tracy, I am tired, can you please pick a dress already, " I groaned while we were standing by the dressing rooms.
"Not yet Nikki. I haven't found the perfect dress yet, and I will know the dress when I find it. Now try this one on." Tracy yelled as she threw a dress over the door of the dressing room. I fumbled around the dressing room stalling. How I hate shopping with Tracy. She always turns it into a huge production. It is moments like this where I can take a few moments to collect my thoughts and catch my breath. I slowly took off my clothes so I can try on my dress. After getting it on, and seeing myself in the mirror, I have to give Tracy credit. This dress was beautiful.
"Do you have it on yet?" Tracy called to me. I let out a long exasperated sigh and walked out of the dressing room.
"Nick, that's the dress!!" Tracy clapped her hands. Infected by her enthusiasm, I gave her a little twirl. "Let's ring it up."
After that, we picked out a pair of pumps and accessories to match. Surprisingly, we did not break the bank like I thought we would. You never know what will happen or what you will buy when you are shopping with Tracy. Now that we are home. I swear that Tracy is trying to kill me.
"Stop complaining Nicole. Sit still. Dean will be here in about 30 min and I still need to do your face." I didn't argue with her. I knew she was right. I still had to get ready, but I was a nervous wreck. Yet I sat like a good girl and let her finish putting my hair in pin curls to hold my hair in place so I didn't mess up her hard work.
"There, all done. Now go put on your clothes, please. I have them laid out for you on your bed." I stood up and Tracy smacked me on the ass.
"Ow," I protested.
"Hurry up," she yelled. Could she be anymore bossy?
"Ok, sheesh." I walked down to my room and open the door. I near froze when I saw the items laying on my bed. There, in all, its seductive glory was a solid black bustier with black lace boy shorts to match. I have never worn anything so provocative in all my life. I have never needed to. I diverted my eyes when something gold a shimmery caught my attention. Next to the forbidden lingerie, sat the beautiful dress that my best friend picked out for me. She said that Dean would love me in it. I hurried and put on my lingerie, not thinking too much how sexy I was beginning to feel. After placing the dress on, I sat at my desk and placed on my heels.
"Stay right there in the chair. I am going to let your hair down." Tracy said as she walked into my room. She started undoing the pin curls she placed in my hair. Slowly running her fingers through the ringlets, separating them. After about five minutes, she said she was done.
"Stand up and let me look at you," she said.
I nervously stood up from my desk and turned around. Tracy's mouth fell to the floor.
"Nikki, you look amazing," she whispered.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room. She stood me in front of her full-length mirror so that I could see my reflection. I couldn't believe what I saw. Finally, I felt beautiful. My hair was full of curls that fell down my back as if they were ocean waves. Red ruby lips smiled back at me. They looked tantalizing.
My dress flared out at the skirt and clung tightly to my bodice. I stood there admiring the person in the mirror. She was stunning and she was beautiful. I looked at Tracy as she admired her handy work. Suddenly the doorbell rang, sending my heart to jump in my throat. My nerves shot through the roof. My knees began to shake, my palms became sweaty. This is really happening.
"Just breathe Nikki. He is going to love you. I will go get the door. I will call you so you can make a grand entrance." she kissed me on the cheek and walked out of her room.
I held my breath, opened my ears, and listened as Tracy greeted Dean at the door. I can hear Dean's voice. He isn't even in the room with me and my body was responding to him. The sound of his voice made all my lady parts come alive. My skin was set aflame either from my nerves or his voice. I could not be sure, but I think it was from both. I braced myself against the wall, trying to slow my heartbeat.
"Hey Nikki, Dean is here." Tracy's excited voice called to me.
"Ok, here it goes," I said to myself. Working up the nerve, I let out a long sigh and began to walk out of the room. With a slow pace, I made my way into the living room.
"Here she is!" Tracy introduced me as if she were my mother on prom night.
I slowly looked up from the floor and focused my eyes on Dean. Oh my God, he looked absolutely, deliciously handsome. A white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone adorns his chest. A sleek black blazer with matching pants covered the rest of him. But it was his hair that made him utterly sexy. The way he tousled His hair just right so that it was hanging over his forehead. It amazes me how he can look even more handsome than the first time we met. Dean, the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.
I pulled myself from my thought. He hasn't said a word about how I look. Here I was, nervously waiting on his reaction. Please let him like the way I look. I watched him as his eyes slowly took me in. His gaze made me feel self-conscience. I peered down at my dress to see if it was out of place. I gently touched my hair to make sure that every strand was in its proper place. His eyes finally stopped at my legs. A slow smile spread across his face. He liked my legs. Apparently, he liked them a lot by the way he seductively bit his bottom lip.
He began walking over to me with a predatory glare as if he was hungry and I was the prey. It took all I had in me not to run away to my room and hide. Before I could follow through on that thought, he ran his fingertips down my naked arm. His touch set my flesh ablaze as if his fingers were torches heating my whole body. Those blues eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in close, his mouth grazing my ear.
"You look amazing Nicole," he whispered in my ear. I just wanted to melt in his arm. "Are you ready to go?" Speechless, all I could do was nod my head.
"Well, you two go out and have fun. I have to get ready to meet Bryan." Tracy said as she gave me a quick hug. "But don't have my girl out too late Tomlinson."
"Yes ma'am," Dean said mockingly. "Let's go," he said to me with a wink. I giggled. Seriously, I giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Bye Tracy." I waived as Dean placed my hand in his and led me out the door. We walked to the end of the driveway where his CLS550 Coupe was sitting.
"Nice car," I said as he opened up my door to let me in. I sat on the smooth leather seat as Dean stood with the door open as if he was waiting for me to say something. "Thank you," I said as he smiled at me and closed the door. Is he serious? He is such a stickler for manners this guy.
He sat comfortably on the driver's side of the car. I placed on my seatbelt as I waited for him to start the car and begin heading to our destination. Nothing happens. I was staring out the front window, but I could feel his eyes upon me. The electricity in the air was so thick, it was almost tangible. I turned my eyes to find him studying my face. I wanted to ask if there was something wrong, but I did not get a chance to.
Before I knew it, my face was in his hands as he pulled my lips to his. I was not expecting him to kiss me. Not like this. My lips were pleasantly caressed by his soft sensual lips. I did not want to fight him. I wanted more of what I experience the night before. I parted my lips, letting his tongue slide along mine. I reached down and took off my seatbelt. I needed to be closer to him. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer to me. Dean removed one hand from my face and placed it on my thigh. Still controlling this kiss with one hand, his other hand was making his way up my dress. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop him, or spread my legs in hopes that his hand goes a little higher? I was leaning towards the latter when he suddenly stopped kissing me. Releasing my hand from his jacket He sat back in his seat as if we didn't just share the most passionate kiss known to man. I could barely fill my lungs with air.
"We should go before we are late," so much finality in his voice letting me know that the kiss was over. "Put your seatbelt on." I just sat there not able to move. I heard him speak the command, but I could not move. My entire body was vibrating from the passion that was just placed on me.
He turned to me "Put on your seatbelt Nicole" he demanded. The tone of his voice made me want to obey. I shook off my nerves and put on my seat belt. The smile he rewarded me with made the heat rise in my veins again. He placed his hand on my knee and we finally drove off. My mind and body both were in overdrive. I could not wait for the next time that he kissed me again. Until then I will sit and enjoy the ride.
"So where are we going," I asked Dean after sitting in silence for a few minutes.
"1789" he responded coolly.
"I love that place," I said enthusiastically.
"You like that place?" Dean asked with a baffled look on his face.
"Yes, why do you sound so surprised?" I didn't like the way he was looking at me.
"Because I never would have suspected that you would go to a place like that." he seemed nervous watching my reaction.
"Why? Because I'm black?!" I threw my hands over my mouth as soon as I heard what came out of my mouth. I looked over at Dean who was looking at me with disbelief. He seemed hurt by my comment. I held my head down. Ashamed of what I just said.
Dean gently lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my hand. "That is not it. The first time I met you, you were wearing jeans and Jordan's. You looked like, someone who likes comfortability," he chuckled softly. Feeling like a complete idiot, I decided not to say much so I didn't stick my foot in my mouth again.
Although we did talk a little. I learned more about the man that was sitting in the driver's seat. I learned that he has competed in several surfing competitions. Apparently, he was very good at it. He has several trophies to back him up. I told him about the past year of living with Tracy and my current school schedule. I found it hard to concentrate with his hand rubbing my thigh, but I did my best not to explode. We finally pulled into the parking lot. This will be my first grownup date. No pressure.
"Hey, everything will be alright Nicole," Dean said sensing my nervousness. "Now don't get out of the car until I come around and open your door. Understand?" I nodded as he got out of the driver's side. I watched him as he walked around the car. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion. I enjoyed watching him move gracefully to my side of the car. He opened the door and offered me his hand. I smiled up at him and placed my hand in his as he helped me out of the car. With the sexiest smile I have ever seen a man wear, he led me towards the building.
Before we made it inside, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He softly kissed me on the lips. I reached up and placed my fingers in his hair trying to deepen the kiss. To my surprise, Dean pulled his lips from mine and rested his forehead against mine.
"If we stand here any longer, I am going to fuck you on the hood of my car." he softly spoke. "Let's go eat," he said. He placed his hand in mine and walked me into the restaurant.