Chapter 9
I'm just a small Asian girl who lives off of spaghetti-o's, apple juice, and popcorn I mean no harm let's be friends
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"So, I take it your date went well?" Lindsey guessed as a flopped down onto her bed.
It was a week since the picnic and we went on yet another date last night to the movies and out to dinner.
"It was perfect," I said dreamily. "He's just so perfect I wanna die."
Lindsey laughed, shaking her head at me. "You're so dramatic!"
"You'll understand when you meet your soulmate," I said, lifting myself up on my elbow.
"So are you, like, in love?" Bert asked.
"I don't know, maybe?" I muttered. "How early is too early to be in love?"
"I think three dates is a little too early," Bert said.
"But it's just, like, he's my soulmate, you know? There's gotta be some sort of special rule for soulmates," I said. "If we're going to be together forever then it's basically just a no-brainer."
"Okay, let's take it a little slow, Gee," Lindsey said. "Is he kind to you?"
"Very," I confirmed.
"You get along well together?" Lindsey asked.
I thought about our argument last week and frowned slightly. "Does one argument count?"
Her and Bert looked at each other before looking at me and I felt my stomach sink.
"Well, couples don't usually already start arguing on the second date," Lindsey said. "But hey, maybe it's just really no big deal at all."
"Or maybe this is just a sign that your relationship can get through anything and any argument you may have," Bert added.
Lindsey nodded. "Yeah, this could be a good thing, actually."
"But what if it's not a good thing?" I asked.
"Have you ever once doubted the fact that he was your soulmate?" Bert asked and I shook my head. "Well, I'd say that's a pretty good thing then. He's having fun with you, right?"
"I mean yeah I would assume he is if he's ditching out on his soon-to-be wife for me," I said.
Frank and I have been getting a lot closer and more comfortable. He's always giving me cute little pet names and randomly showering me in kisses and wrapping me in hugs. I've been calling him daddy and acting more little around him. After our dinner and movie date last night he parked a block away from my house and we just made out in the backseat of his car. So we've been getting closer both personally and a bit sexually. However, making out isn't something extremely sexual but I still really enjoyed it. I liked the way his hands would run over my body, touching my skin as though I were made out of precious glass. I liked when afterwards he just cuddled me in his arms and sang quietly to the song on the radio. There was so much affection, it was warm and comfortable and I almost cried when Frank said he had to take me home because it was a school night.
"So, how old is Frank anyways?" Lindsey asked.
"He's 27," I answered.
"Wow," Bert muttered.
"What? Is that bad?" I questioned worriedly.
"Well, it's just that he's 9 years older," Lindsey said. "He's a full grown adult with a nice job while we're still just a bunch of high school kids."
"You two are making me question my whole relationship with him," I complained. "I really like being with him, he makes me happy and I seem to make him happy, so what's 9 years really?"
"Well, it's kinda weird when you think about it because he was in college while you were still in elementary school and he would totally get arrested for child molestation," Bert pointed out.
I huffed and threw a pillow at him. "Well, I'm not fucking nine years old, asshole, I'm 18, it's a big fucking difference."
"Okay, but have you two had sex yet?" Lindsey asked.
I blushed and shook my head. "We've made out a couple times but nothing more than that."
"Well, we need to get you some sexy lingerie for when you do," Lindsey said. "Here, try on some of mine."
She pulled me up and dragged me to her walk in closet. Living only with her dad, Lindsey used to live in a moderate sized house. Her father got a promotion around the time she was fifteen and they moved into a new house within the same town. They bought an empty plot of land and had builders help design a house. Lindsey got to help, meaning that she gave herself a big bedroom with a walk in closet and her own en suite bathroom. Her bedroom looks so much better than my shabby little basement bedroom.
"Okay, all my stuff are in that drawer, try something on and show us," she said.
Lindsey left me in the closet, shutting the door behind her. The light illuminated above my head as I sighed and opened the drawer. I just wanted something very simple as I stripped myself of my clothes. I slipped into a pair of lacey grey panties. I grabbed a slightly darker grey garter belt, putting that on and finding a pair of dark thigh highs that I clipped to the belt. I looked at myself in the big mirror that was attached to the door before stepping out of the closet.
"Hot stuff!" Lindsey exclaimed, wolf whistling at me.
"Do you think it's a little too much?" I asked.
"Too much? Of course not, you look fucking great," Lindsey reassured. "What about you, Bert, what do you think?"
"I think you look great," Bert said.
"But I couldn't possibly let Frank see me in this," I denied. "He could laugh at me."
"Trust me, he will not be laughing when he sees you in that," Bert stated.
"You're borrowing it," Lindsey insisted. "And the next time you go out with Frank, wear that just in case a little hot action happens between you two."
"But what if he thinks I'm like some weird person who only wants to be with him for sex?" I asked.
"He won't, trust me, he'll just think you'll look incredibly sexy and it'll just turn him on," Lindsey said. "When you do finally have sex, tell me how kinky it is because I know you're into all that stuff."
There was a knock on the door and I jumped about a mile high. I went and hid back in the closet just before Lindsey's dad came into the room.
"I just came up to tell you I got back from the store," Mr. Ballato said. "I restocked on chips and pop and that stuff."
"Oh sweet, thanks, dad," Lindsey said.
I stepped back out and blushed.
"You know what, we should send a picture of you in that to Frank," Lindsey suggested.
I shook my head quickly, denying that right away.
"Okay, Gee, just ask him to hang out casually," Bert recommended. "No movie theaters or golf courses because you can't fuck there. You know, unless you two are into that kind of thing. But anyways, just ask him to come over to your house or something when no one's home."
"But, like, seriously, that's a perfect plan," Lindsey said.
"You guys, I'm not just gonna plan for having sex with him, it'll just happen when it happens," I said. "And hopefully when it does happen I'm wearing really cute underwear."
I heard my phone buzzing with a call and I reached over to grab it.
"Oh god, that's him now," I said.
They both looked at me expectantly, wanting me to put it onto speaker but I shook my head. I would've stepped into the hallway to take the call but I couldn't because of my lingerie so I went into the closet and shut the door. I clicked the answer button and pressed the device up to my ear.
"Hi," I said quietly.
"Hey, baby, are you doing anything?" He asked.
"Well, nothing that I can't get out of," I said.
"Okay, because Jamia just left out of town for a few days for her brother's birthday," Frank said and I smiled happily. "But I couldn't go because I'll just be so busy with work because we lost some teachers so I'll have to work all morning to night."
"Oh," I muttered sadly.
"Or at least that's what I told her," Frank said and I could tell he had a sly, mischievous smirk on his lips.
"So you won't be busy at all?" I asked.
"Oh, I'll be busy," Frank said. "Busy spending all my time with my baby boy."
I blushed, giggling quietly.
"I was thinking that since it's a friday night, you can stay over at my place for the weekend," he suggested.
"Yeah! That sounds amazing!" I exclaimed, but remembered I was in my friends closet and quieted down again. "Um, are you picking me up soon?"
"I can come get you now," he said.
"Yeah, I'm at a friend's house so you'll have to pick me up from here," I said.
I gave him Lindsey's address and he said he'd be here in ten minutes. I opened the door, both of them standing right there listening.
"What'd he say?" Lindsey asked.
"Well, he's coming to pick me up in ten minutes," I said. "I'm going to be staying at his house for the weekend."
"Oh my god, we need to get you ready," Lindsey said.
She sat me down on the cushiony bench in the center of the closet and Bert sat beside me. Lindsey threw a black high-waisted leather mini skirt at me and a dark grey loose cropped sweater. I stared at it and she clapped her hands impatiently.
"C'mon, we don't have all day," she insisted.
I rolled my eyes, slipping into the outfit. You could see the garter straps connected to my thigh highs from under the skirt. She handed me a pair of black boots and I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I put them on. Luckily, Lindsey and I are the same size. Lindsey touched up my makeup a bit from when it had worn off a little during the day. She gave me a onceover, looking at Bert, who also nodded.
"Okay, go get that dick, sweetheart," Lindsey said, pushing me out.
I barely had a chance to grab my phone and soon enough I was standing at the edge of the driveway. I felt a bit like a hooker from the more promiscuous way I was dressed. I looked at the house and saw Lindsey and Bert give me a thumbs up. A car pulled up that I recognized to be Frank's. I got in and blushed as he stared at me for a moment.
"Wow, Gee, you look hot," Frank said.
"Thank you, daddy," I muttered shyly. "We, um, we need to stop by my house to grab my stuff."
He nodded, looking me over once more before driving off. We got to my house and I got out, going inside. I shoved some things I would need into a bag and headed back upstairs. Mikey was in the kitchen and he froze when he saw me.
"Can you tell mom and grandma that I'm going to be staying the weekend at Frank's?" I asked.
"Dressed like that?" Mikey asked. "Damn, if they let you dress like that to your boyfriend's then I should be able to watch that horror movie I wanna see."
"Shut up," I muttered. "Just tell them, okay?"
He nodded and I went outside, getting into the car when Frank kissed me suddenly.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"I never got my hello kiss yet."
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