Invitation 4
She stepped back and invited him to come inside.
Angela: “You know you don’t have to stand out there in the heat you can come inside.”
Melvin followed her into the apartment, his eyes taking in everything—the way she moved, the way the morning light hit her curves, the confidence in her walk. He couldn’t stop looking. She caught him staring and started smiling.
Angela: “What?”
Melvin: “Nothing baby, you fine as hell. That tight t-shirt showing stuff I didn’t know you had.”
Angela burst out laughing, that made her whole face light up. She was blushing now, touching her face like she was surprised by the compliment.
Angela: “Thank you.”
She walked and sat down on the couch next to him.
Angela: “I’m glad you like. You know it’s been three years since a man touched me.”
Melvin: “Three years?”
Angela: “Yes. I got tired of doing girlfriend things just to get my heart broken in the end, so I went on my celibacy journey until the right one came along.”
Melvin: “I can dig that”
Melvin nodded, understanding the weight of what she was sharing.
Angela smiled, a little shy now.
Angela: “I got lingerie that’s never been open in the drawer for three years.”
Melvin: “Wow. Maybe I can get to see you in that one day.”
They continued talking, sharing stories about past relationships, their fears, their dreams. The conversation was like they’d known each other for years instead of weeks. When the moment felt right, when there was no space between them, Melvin leaned in.
Their first kiss was soft, tentative, then one thing led to another, touching and rubbing each other bodies then Angela pulled back.
To be continued…