Free Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) by Yolanda Allen Page B

place.”
    “Intoxicating? Wow, Rissa. That’s amazing coming from you.
I’ve never heard you describe sex as intoxicating before. I don’t even know if
I’ve ever heard you use the word good before.”
    I shake my head. “I know because I haven’t. I’ve never really
talked about sex with you before.” We both laugh. “This wasn’t even sex sex,
and it was mind-blowing. I had no expectations when I walked into the club that
night. My only hope was to see him again. I didn’t expect to talk to him or touch
him or anything. Then the next thing I know, bam, I’m having my first orgasm in
a sex club up against a window from his freaking hand.”
    “Damn. You keep getting action like that, you definitely won’t
need Mr. Bullet.”
    I laugh. I’d almost forgotten about that vibrator. I guess
because I had no intentions of ever using it. “I wore one of my new lingerie
outfits that I bought from Victoria’s Secret. Thanks to my bestie.” I smile.
    “Really? Let me see what you wore?”
    “Okay hold on.” I walk over to my hamper, take out the black
satin cami set, lay it out on my carpet then take a pic with my phone. I send
the photo via text to Bianca. “Just sent it to you.”
    “That is so cute, Rissa. Wow,” Bianca says after a few
seconds. “I bet you looked deelish in that.”
    “I imagine it did the job.”
    “I honestly think lingerie is really for the woman’s pleasure.
Men can care less what you have on. As long as you are naked in the end…they
don’t care.”
    “I actually like dressing up. Even if they don’t pay
attention.” I toss the pajama set back into the hamper. “I wonder if I would’ve
done stuff like this for Richard, would it had made a difference. Would we
still be together right now?” It’s strange to even have this thought since it’s
more than clear that Richard has completely forgotten about me and moved on. 
    Bianca sighs. I know she hates that I still talk about him.
She was never his cheerleader anyway. “You may have been a prude and all,"
—she laughs— “but you were still a great girlfriend to Richard. I think that
you guys grew apart, and that’s okay. Growing apart from you actually helped
you grow into this sexual adventurous sex kitten. The most important thing is you
haven’t lost who you are deep inside. You just added a little spice to your
life. The next guy you give your heart to will be one lucky dude.”
    Aww. This is why she’s my best friend. She always knows the
right thing to say. “Thanks, Bee.” I smile.
    “So maybe next Friday we can go back to Club Masquerade
together since you have your meeting tonight.”
    “I will pencil you in my dear,” I say with excitement building
just at the thought of seeing my mystery man again.
    “Now get dressed girl, it’s almost nine o’clock.”
    “Kay, talk later. Love you, Bee.”
    “Love you too, girl.”
     
     
     
     
    Once I step out the shower I look over at the clock on my windowsill.
I have thirty minutes to get dressed. I towel off leaving my skin slightly
damp. I read somewhere that you should apply lotion to your skin while it’s
slightly damp so that it can penetrate your skin better and leave you
moisturized longer. I don’t know how true it is but I do it anyway. I take my
almond scented lotion and smear it over my entire body. I can’t stop the moans
that escape my lips every time my hand touches a part of me that was touched by him . I want to keep touching myself. To keep reliving his soft caresses
and his kisses and his nibbles and his…I glance at the clock on my cable box.
Damn. I got to get dress. Get it together, Marissa. Get it together.
    I take from my closet the only little black dress that I own.
A simple black dress that stops just above my knees with removable spaghetti
straps. It was actually given to me by Bianca out of pity. She said that every
girl should have at least one little black dress. I slip into the dress, apply
a little mascara, eyeliner,