Starry Night
Saturday
Malcolm busied himself at the gas station filling his tank for the week and washing his windshield. The signal for an incoming message on his phone interrupted the mundane task. He was pleasantly surprised a few weeks back when he received a simple voicemail message on his office line, "Good morning, this is Penelope and I think I would enjoy getting to know you better." She included her cell phone number and they maintained constant communication ever since. He was cautiously optimistic. He always allowed her to initiate and made sure to respond in a timely manner. This amazing woman was single for a reason and he refused to miss out on an incredible opportunity by making a hasty or foolish mistake. Will you go to the dance with me? Text: 1 for Yes and 2 for No. His loud hearty laugh punctuated the air.
He responded: 1-Should we co-coordinate outfits and do you have a corsage preference? Carnations, tulips, roses. ;).
She replied: We aren't attending the prom, yet .
He typed thoughtfully: I like the word yet…gives me hope. Do not to be late for the chaperone orientation. I start promptly at 6:00 pm and tardiness will result in disciplinary action.
Penelope retorted: Is that a warning or an invitation?
Malcolm stared at the screen with images of her juicy booty bent over his desk. He swallowed before typing: It is whatever you want it to be. I aim to serve.
Good to know. Enjoy the rest of your day.
You too. He returned the hose to the pump and slid into his Cadillac STS and cranked up John Legend. Tonight's the night…the best you ever had…I don't want' a brag…
Andre approached his niece's front door with a small box held firmly against his hip. She requested family baby pictures and he was beyond thrilled to deliver the black and white and a few sepia toned collection. "Good morning," she greets brightly opening the front door.
"Well, look at you…shining like new money," he responds. She wore a black long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of maternity jeans. He hands her the box once he crosses the threshold. "Where is that fine young man of yours?"
"Come on up…we're working on the nursery," she leads him up the stairs. Rick is perched on the ladder in a pair of worn denim jeans and tan colored Henley with the sleeves pushed up exposing his toned and tan forearms. A pencil is wedged behind his ear disrupting his curls. He uses a balance to mark the perfect spot on the wall so he can begin to apply the decals Michonne ordered.
"How would you like some help with that?" Andre asks entering the room.
Rick pivots, "Mr. Wilson…so nice to see you again," he responds descending the ladder to greet him properly.
"Now, now…enough of all that formality; just tell me where to start." The men engage in a concentrated conversation about the application instructions and develop a plan to complete the task efficiently. Michonne watches with heart eyes before lowering herself onto the floor. She opens the box admiring the pictures of herself, her parents and her uncle as babies and young children.
"Thanks Judith. I wouldn't be able to get all this done without your help," Daryl shares his appreciation for the tenth time.
"No problem…I like organizing things. The linen closet is ordered with stacks of tri-folded towels. I labeled the plastic trays for the extra bath products: face, body, nails. Now I can finish the kitchen. Did you line all the shelves?"
"Yeah, and I put that Susan thing in the cabinet. The step stool is next to the refrigerator."
"Cool…I better get busy," she replies.
Daryl boxes up his old dishes, pots and pans for donation. "How are things going? Do you feel settled? Does it feel like home yet?"
She continues to place items in the cabinets and never turns around, "I don't know. I have never had a home. I feel safer…most days I know what is going to happen or at least I am not surprised by what happens. I haven't unpacked…I still think something could change. I am trying really hard not to make any mistakes," Judith divulges her real fears.
"Hey, look at me," he waits for her to turn. "Eric and Aaron are not going anywhere if they can help it. You aren't gonna mess up and all the bad and uncertainty that happened before wasn't your fault," he explains.
Judith nods but it is clear she is unsure. "I am looking forward to the new house…maybe Amy can spend the night. I should ask them…I think they would like if I talked more."
"I think that is a great idea. Speaking of talking…don't let me forget to call Ms. Lonette. She will have my behind if I don't call while you're here."
"Oh, I won't. I am not missing out on those Red Velvet cupcakes," she states with a big grin.
Saturday evening
Penelope finishes her make up in the mirror. A seductive smoky eye and a dramatic purple lip are framed by the volume of her fresh blow out. She pulls a black jumpsuit from the back of her closet. The design is simple with a wide pants leg and a hidden zipper that runs down the front. She adds her black leather peep toe booties, a silver chain belt that dances along her hips and matching earrings with interlocking circles. Time to put all this thickness to work.
"Mommy," Justice calls through the house, "Do you think I will need a wrap or jacket for the restaurant?" she enters her mother's room.
"I doubt it," she responds watching her reflection in the full length mirror as she checks herself from every angle.
"Ooh…I don't think they're ready for this jelly," Justice sings after getting a good look at her mother.
"Please stop," Penelope laughs.
"If I may ask…are you meeting Auntie Raquel or someone else after chaperoning the dance?" she wiggles her brows.
"Let's just say-you better beat me home," she quips.
"If that's the case…wear the Chanel fragrance…what's it called again?"
"Chance…good idea," she nods turning toward her bathroom counter where she keeps her stash of perfumes.
"Hey Mom," Penelope peeks around the door. "You look amazing and I am really proud of you," she smiles with her eyes.
"Thanks baby girl," she responds with her whole heart.
The 'Geek Squad' pre-dance Skype to work out all fashion emergencies. "Enid the red top with the shoulder cut-outs will look amazing. You still have the black jeans which won't require the heels; although I recommend you reconsider your shoe choice," America encourages.
"Fine, I'll give on the top but the heels are a no go. Maybe the full length boot with the thin buckle." Her compromise is met with a collective cheer.
"Justice, thanks again for letting me borrow the off the shoulder shift dress. It is too cute with my red kitten heels. The short boyfriend is really working in my favor," Sophia shares.
"You know I got you girlie…America those leggings with the leather trim and zippers are celebrating them thighs," Justice teases.
"What can I say…Noah is easy to please," she giggles.
"Shit…I gotta go. We have reservations and no matter how hard I try I am always 15 minutes behind schedule," Justice explains.
"Alright…don't forget annual group photo," Enid reminds.
"Will do…see you there…later gators," they log off and prepare for a night filled with teenage dreams.
Sasha trudges through the front door dragging her wheeled medium sized suitcase behind her and her weekend bag is over her left shoulder. "Daryl," she announces while looking around their place. The living room is freshly painted and everything is perfectly placed. How did he get it all done?
"Sweetheart, come on back here. I have something to show you," Daryl replies from deep within the bedroom.
Sasha makes her way down the hall leaving the suitcase by the front door. Her lips part and her eyes scan their bedroom. Soft candlelight flickers against the walls and he placed a vase with a handful of Calla Lilies on her nightstand. He approaches and removes the bag from her shoulder before pressing an open mouth kiss to her neck. "You know how much I missed you?" he starts removing her clothes.
"Yes," she looks up into his loving eyes, "As much as I missed you."
"That's right. Now I am going to bathe every inch of you before I rock you to sleep…if you know what I mean."
"I do Baby…put it all on me," she snakes her arms around his neck after he removed her blouse and bra.
Fifteen minutes later she sits in a bubbly hot bath. Daryl kneels naked next to the tub and lathers his hands with her favorite Tahitian vanilla body wash. He starts with her neck and shoulders working over her arms and taking extreme care with her breast. He soaps her body using small circles watching her nipples harden before he moves down her torso. He lifts and washes one leg after another before placing them back down in the tub. Finally, her reaches under the water and pushes his meaty fingers into her folds. He works slowly continually passing her clit without giving it direct attention. Sasha is writhing…every nerve is on fire. She grips the side of the tub with one hand and his wrist with the other. Her ass and hip are rising to try and make direct contact but Daryl is persistent in his exploration of her juicy lips and tight hole.
He never takes his eyes off her. When he decides she is ready to explode he climbs in, sits on his knees and lifts Sasha onto to his throbbing dick. They both exhale holding each other. Sasha hugs him with her arms and her walls. He starts to push up into her creating a steady rhythm sloshing bath water over the side of the tub. "I love you Sasha," he whispers in her ear.
"Damn," he hits a hot spot, "I love you more."
Justice and Carl share a chocolate lava cake dusted with powdered sugar and garnished with strawberries slices. She leans back on her side of the intimate booth with her hand on her stomach, "I am so full. I am glad I can dance all this off."
He watches her slow blink as she licks her lips. He was barely keeping his hands off her. She wore a short navy strapless dress that flounced over her ass giving it extra bounce. Unlike the other girls that would be at the dance in skin tight, nothing left to the imagination outfits; his girl was classy and sexy never giving too much away. A bold gold choker decorated her neck and she added the gold heels he had given her. "Hey Angel," he calls.
Her eyes fluttered open, "What's up?"
"Thanks for tonight. The steak dinner…you looking like a dream come true. I am a lucky dude."
She winks, "Anytime Bae… We need to finalize our college tour list. This is going to be the most fantabulous Spring Break ever."
"Are you talking about the list of schools or the list of foodie stops?" he smiles. They started watching the Food Network to identify diners, food trucks and restaurants they wanted to try while they were on the road.
She laughs, "Both…you have really smart ideas."
"Of course I do…I picked you," he flatters.
Justice blushes and pays the bill leaving a generous tip before taking his hand to head to the car. They pass the bar and lounge area. The night was young so the area was barely populated. Carl heard the opening chords and stopped walking, "May I have the first dance?"
"You can have all the dances," she flirts. He leads her onto the open dance floor and wraps his arms around her tiny waist. She glides her hands up his chest and folds her fingers together against the back of his neck underneath the collar of his light blue button down.
I found a love for me… Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet…'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love…dancing in the dark with you between my arms…darling, you look perfect tonight…