“Jenny!”
“Hush!”
Jenny
It hasn’t taken long at all for Derrick to start coming out of that shell he’d crawled into as a teen. I’ve never met a more bossy, stubborn man in my life. He makes my dad look like a pushover and that he is not. It’s been a while since my dad tried telling me what to wear or where to go. But Derrick does that without batting a lash; I love it.
I know he’s steaming mad because I decided to come home to get dressed for the party instead of getting ready with him at his house. I don’t think he knew until now that he has a jealous streak a mile wide, but I knew it a few days ago when I told him I had a study date with a guy from one of my classes.
It didn’t matter that Paul was the homeliest person you’d ever meet, or that I had no interest in him. Half an hour after I sat down in the little Internet café downtown to start our study session, guess who showed up with the twins. Okay, I admit I did that on purpose, and I chose Paul because he’s the most non-threatening boy I know. Plus, he’s my bestie, so he was all for giving my man a run for his money with no strings attached.
I ribbed him about that one for hours, especially since he seemed so surprised by his own behavior. When we’re anywhere together, he always has to have his hands on me in some way, which I love. The only problem I have is with the way he tries not to burden me with the girls. He tries to do everything for them when I’m around, which I guess I understand, but it means he still sees me as too young to be their mother, something we’re going to have to work on real fast.
He’s slowly but surely becoming like the boy I fell in love with, only now he has all these manly attributes that leave me weak in the knees. Even his mom pulled me aside when she came to pick up the twins and thanked me for whatever I’d done to give her back her son. She, too, had lamented the change in him after the accident.
As I was pulling on my dress for the evening and noticed the changes in my body, I realized I hadn’t given Derrick the last gift that was still sitting under the Xmas tree. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow since that’s when we plan to take it down.
I felt nerves in my tummy as I worried about his reaction. Will he be happy or upset? He’d better not spoil this for me is all I’m saying. I admit it’s a bit soon, but it’s something I’ve always wanted. It might take some time convincing the people I love, but I’m sure I can do it.
I smoothed the velvet dress down my middle and hoped no one would notice. Maybe they’d think it was the cut of the dress that made my breasts look bigger than they were. I didn’t get the dress that showed my legs; this one had enough cleavage showing to make him postal.
DERRICK
“You little shit, what’re you wearing?” I took off the jacket of my tux and put it around her shoulders as soon as she answered the door. I didn’t buy that innocent smile she gave me as she held her lips up for my kiss. I know she did that shit on purpose.
The dress that barely reached her knees looked like she’d painted it on, and her tits were about to pop right out. The room when we walked in was full of men and women, and a few youngsters that I was guessing were her friends who were old enough to be here.
I saw that damn Paul kid she’s always on the phone with, and my hackles rose. I don’t care what she says; there’s no way she can convince me that he has no interest in her. He’d have to be blind as fuck for that to be true.
Her mom stopped me to introduce me to some of her friends, and Jenny walked over to a group of spit-shine jocks. I know those assholes, I used to be one of them. I watched as she laughed and placed her hand on one of their arms as he leaned in close to say something in her ear.
Now I have to remember that she’s eighteen years old so it wouldn’t be right to pitch a slap in her ass for acting her age, but two can play at that game. I excused myself from her mother and her friends after the introductions were made and made my way around the room.
I was positive that she was tracking my every move. From the way she’d grinned at me when that asshole whispered in her ear, I know she was playing me. I found my mark, the most scantily clad woman there, and pretended to ask for the time.