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Dior had been talking to and hanging out with Brian a lot lately and she liked him more now than she had before. She’d invited him over to watch a movie, but now that he was on his way over she was unsure. They had never been completely alone and she didn’t know what to expect or what he would expect.
She took a deep breath and walked over to the door as the doorbell rang.
“Hey,” he said after she’d let him into her house.
“Hey,” she nearly whispered. She locked the front door and led him over to the couch.
They sat down and she told him to pick out a movie. Coming to America was one of his favorite movies so he put it in.
“You want somethin’ to drink?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m good.”
Brian pulled Dior closer to him as the movie started.
“You gettin’ sleepy?” he asked as she rested her head on his chest about halfway through the movie.
“No,” she lied, not wanting him to go home just yet.
It was only midnight and she got tired of being home alone so often. Brian knew that she was falling asleep, but he liked being with her so he didn’t mind.
When the movie ended he woke her up.
“I think I better go home so you can go to bed,” he said as he stopped the DVD player.
She wanted to protest and ask him to stay, but she knew that was crazy. Her mother would have a fit if she found out a boy was in her house while she wasn’t home, let alone that he’d stayed all night.
“Okay. Call me when you get home,” she told him as they walked towards the door.
“Aiight.”
He placed his hand on top of hers as she reached for the door knob, then leaned in and kissed her.
She pulled him in closer. He caressed her body and he felt his manhood starting to stiffen as his hands found her plump ass. She felt it too, and a part of her wanted him inside of her but, she didn’t want to be a teen slut or a teen mother.
“I’ll call you in a minute,” he said, out of breath once they’d pulled their lips apart.
“Okay.”
Dior waited until Brian was in his car before she closed and locked the door. She turned off the TV and the lights before she went upstairs. By the time she’d peed, wrapped her hair, put on her scarf and brushed her teeth Brian was calling her.
“You made it already?” she asked.
“Yeah. I ain’t tired though.”
He sighed as he laid back on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
“Me either,” she said.
That kiss he’d placed on her had her wide awake.
They talked until the sun came up and Dior fell asleep right before her mother made it home.
Donna crept into her daughter’s bedroom and kissed her on the forehead. Dior was her only child and she loved her to death. She wished she could spend more time with her, but working the night shift was hard on her and she slept most of the day. When she was awake Dior was at school or hanging out with Breeze. Donna hoped that a position on the morning shift would open up soon.
She didn’t want to be one of those mothers that was never there for her daughter. Dior would be heading to college soon and Donna wanted to make sure that she was ready for the real world.