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It's been two months since I've been dating Isaiah, and things have been going great. The only thing is-he's very patient, and that's cool and all, but I was ready to get fucked.
Or at least see if he had it in him.
I felt like every time I tried to hint at it, he would kind of steer the conversation in a different direction, as if he was scared or something. It was starting to piss me off, but I was also trying to keep an open mind. He was actually coming over for dinner tonight to meet my parents.
Besides the lack of sex, I've been having a great time with him.
I sat at the kitchen table with my mom and my sister, Tae. My mother was finishing up the food, and she looked over at me.
"You seem a little nervous."
"I'm not."
Tae chuckled. "Girl, you keep moving around, nervous as hell."
"Where your man at?"
She flicked me off. "Oh boo, you already know I'm not pressed for a man."
Of course I was nervous. I was always nervous when the person I was dating met my parents. Not that my parents were mean or anything, but it was still just nerve-wracking because I wanted their approval.
"Just relax, honey. I'm pretty sure everything will go smoothly tonight. You seem to like him, right?"
I nodded. "We have a good time. He's nice and respectful. Maybe a little too respectful."
"And what does that mean?"
"Nothing." I sipped my wine.
My mom continued stirring whatever was in the pot, then she randomly said, "Do you mean sex, baby?"
"Oh, it looks like I walked in at the wrong time," my father said, turning right back around, which made me and Tae laugh.
My mother had that kind of relationship with us. I always felt comfortable talking to her about anything. To some people, it would be weird, but I could always talk to her without giving too much away.
"Anyways," my mom said, "is that what you mean?"
I sighed. "Kind of. I mean, I feel like I'm the guy, waiting for it to happen. But then again, I don't wanna rush and ruin things. I feel like we're having a good time... but I wanna have a better time."
"Well, honey, I say don't move too fast. Go with the flow. Maybe he's waiting until marriage."
I choked on my wine. He better the fuck not... imagine me waiting until marriage only to find out he can't fuck good or make me cum. I'd be getting an annulment immediately. But I'd never do no shit like that, so I would never be in that kind of predicament.
