Our parents walk out, visiting one of their old time friends who live down the street.

I’m ashamed to say, I ended up initiating any sexual contact. To think her mom was worried about her, shame. She should’ve been worried about me.

Lwandle is kissing me with so much passion. Her lips are soft and her kisses, slow. Her tongue is playing inside my mouth, while her teeth gently bite my lips. Her hands are occupied with every piece of me, and I’m loving it. 

In one swift move, she’s ontop of me, dancing ontop of my body, I can’t control what comes out of my mouth; broken whimpers.

The front door opens, and she quickly jumps off me. 

“Lipstick.” I pant, pointing to her lips.

She quickly swipes the lipstick off her mouth with the palm of her hand.

“You’re good.” I say, standing up and pulling my dress down.

Our moms walk in, her mom looks suspicious. Lwandle smiles. 

***

As we walk them to the taxis, I gladly punch in my numbers on her phone. She promises she’ll text as soon as they get home.

I can’t wait.

We hug. Again and again. We have to be pulled off by her mom.

My mom and I walk home, hand in hand.

“Would you mind if we visited Lwandle and her mom, maybe next month on the first Saturday?” My mom asks.

I smile. I was hoping she’d say that. “I’d love to.”

Now, I’m waiting on her text