Daddy Would Not Approve ( MissKitty&Anglemarr)

[MissKitty19]

“Kayal!” Her mother called as she brought the overflowing plate to the center of the table Ayaka would pull out her chair and sit down , her legs crossed and back strait. She was wearing her comfortable clothes, a Big oversized sweater over a soft pair of shorts, When she sat sown, the hem of the sweater sunk over the shorts. She leaned forward, reaching for one of the foodstuffs on her table and a loud clack of her Mother’s ivory chopsticks hitting the ones in her hand stopped her. “ Wait for your brother!’

She made a pouting face and looked to her father who lowered his paper.
“ Your mother is right, don’t be so fat.” Aya laughed a bit nervously, and thankfully her brother lumbered down the stairs. Of course he looked as if he’ just rolled out of bed. She’d already worked out and showered and dried her hair. It was pulled back with a single pin as she bowed her head and her father made a quick prayer before reaching for food himself. The whole affair was relatively quiet, until her brother piped up, telling a story about a pregnant girl in his program. Ayaka ate a bit more quickly then. Knowing where the conversation was headed.

“ Is she black?” “Daddy!” Her father looked at her, and she crumpled a bit in her scolding of his behavior, mumbling as she turned her attention to her food. “ That doesn’t have any bearing on…”

“ Any bearing!?! Ha! Half my business is treating these black woman who have Stds because their most recent baby daddy can’t keep it in his pants. Some as young as you Ayaka! Why there was even one from your school! Stupid scholarship programs, why are fees so expensive if they are just going to let the dregs of society in for free? Maybe an all girls school would be better” Her father continues and a flush rose to her cheeks. She wouldn’t argue or tell her father off for being racisit. Even though he was. She’d focus on her meal. Until she heard her name again, this time from her mother.

“Aya is a good girl, a good girl who is going to be late! Go change, I drive you.” She nodded and set down her half finished breakfast and darted up the stairs, coming back down minutes later in her schools uniform. The jacket slung with her bag over her arm, a deep navy blue, matching the pleated blues of the skirt.
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“ Aya, over here!” She was still in uniform, though so was the girl calling her, surrounded by a group of people, one of which she guessed was her friend’s boyfriend. She picked up the coffee and headed over, sitting next to her friend. “ Guys, This is Aya, Aya, these are my brother and his friends, and this…”A pause and the girl hugged the guy on her other side. “ Is Chuck.” Ah, the boyfriend. Aya lifted her hand in a little wave. “ Aya is coming out with us tonight. Assuming she managed too get away from her parents.” The girl eyed her and Aya, who was in the middle of a sip of her coffee almost sputtered.

“Yes- I told them I was staying with a friend to study for a test. So if they call.”

“ Don’t worry. Moms cool. Its just a house party anyway, not like we are taking you to a drug den.” Aya joined in the laughter nervously. Considering Most of the crowd. Her parents wouldn’t see the difference.”

 

[Anglemarr]

Anyone who was anyone had been invited to the party. Gaius was no exception. He was on the football team, only a wide receiver, but one of the best in the state, a fact he had proved year after year, helping carry the team to victory. With this had come a certain amount of ego. And at over six feet with thick black hard, soft brown eyes and dark skin, it was justified. He had a swagger in his walk that oozed confidence.

Wearing a loose fitting shirt and jeans Gaius and two football friends crossed the lawn to the large house. Music, whilst not blaring was definitely loud and audible, and as they glanced through a window, the large lounge had been turned into an impromptu dance floor, with several teens dancing and gyrating upon it. Glancing at his watch, a silver steel Casio "It's not even nine and that one's already a little drunk" he laughed, nodding to a lean girl, swaying on the floor, a couple of guys lurking like scavengers nearby. "Poor girl" His friend flanking him to the left replied, all three gave a short laugh before reaching the front door.

Inside they were quickly handed a ubiquitous red cup each, filled with cheap beer. Gaius turned up his nose a little, preferring spirits, but he knew better than to snub a free drink. He wrapped his arm around the waist of a pretty cheerleader as he hugged her to say hello and they gossiped about who was here, what drama had already happened and what could be expected in the next few hours. His friends quickly grew bored and walked off, leaving Gaius solo with the lovely lady.

Gaius wasn't just confident and smooth, he had the social skills to back it up. Polite, friendly, he could carry a conversation single handedly if pressed. After a few minutes he bid adieu to the girl and slunk deeper into the party to see what exactly was going on.

 

[MissKitty19]

The dress wasn’t hers. Though pretty enough and fitting her like a glove. It would never be hers. She would never own something like this… Not because she didn’t want too, but instead, because she would never be allowed. She’d borrowed it and the shoes from her friend, because she couldn’t very well show up in her school uniform.
It wasn’t particularly low cut, in fact the collar was high, fastened with a single button at the back of her neck the sleeves, long, reaching even onto her hands. The hem was longer then some as well and the deep dark red was like the stain of blood against her skin. Sharp.
No. The only part of the dress that made it unacceptable was the way the back was laid bare. Save for where the button sat and the fabric that covered her bottom, the gentle curve of her back was laid bare to the world, soft smooth skin like alabaster against the deep red of the dress. It was flattering to her figure. Even if it made her hyper aware of her own assets.

It would take at least two drinks before she was comfortable enough not to stand with her back too a corner and hide the expanse of smooth skin that the dress made. Even if she just watched her friend from the edge of the impromptu dance floor. A smile as a hand reached out to grab her and try to pull her into the fray and Aya wobbled a bit as she declined.

“ I’m not doing any dancing in these shoes you’ve got me in.” She said, but as the music pounded, her friend making motions that she couldn’t hear. Ayaka would shout over the music that she needed some air and find her way outside. It was quieter out on the back porch and cooler. Not quite cold but enough that the sweat on her skin stung in the chill. She lifted her drink and finished it in the dull thrum that was the music inside, moving out of the way as a clearly drunk couple stumbled past her. Clearly leaving to find a more private setting as the girl, clung to her partner as they wandered off, his hand on her bottom.
Ayaka’s eyes followed them, the slightest hint of longing coloring the curiosity in her gaze. She’d never felt that way. Even three drinks in, though a bit more confident she just felt tired. Like she was going to fall asleep. She couldn’t help but think it would be nice to do that next to someone. Do so while being held by someone. Maybe that was why she did it.
When the backdoor opened, she looked up long enough to see the person standing in the doorway was male, and he was on him, arms flung around his neck tugging his lips down to her own. Sweetly flavored with the fruit and sugary alcoholic punch mixture she had been drinking. Her first kiss probably should have had more pomp and circumstance. She wasn’t expecting a parade but well. The warmth of a shocked pair of lips on her own wasn’t exactly memorable. Though her passing out in the stranger’s arms afterwards certainly would be, or rather, would be if she recalled it the next day. As her legs gave way and she slouched into the man she’d just assaulted for all intensive purposes. Her head lulling forward curtains of dark curls falling into her face.

 

[Anglemarr]

The night had been long, heady and full of drunken fun. Gaius remembered little, just that at some point he met a pretty little Asian girl in the kitchen, heading outside and she had embraced him like the most intimate of lovers. The sweet flavour of her lips was somehow arousing, though it could have just been the alcohol and intensity of their passion that had done it. He... remembered nothing past that.

The next morning he awoke with a throbbing head, bleary eyes opening the first thing he noticed was the ceiling. Painted white, he felt his heart drop in panic. This wasn't his room! Where was he? He slowly moved his head, feeling it throb and swap with the pounding that only whiskey can provide and groaned in disgust. He didn't recognise where he was. With a sigh he leaned his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes, trying to recover.

Then he heard a little soft moan beside him, freezing, he paused a moment and rolled over to see a pretty Asian face beside his own. He gave a smirk, she looked so peaceful. He vaguely recollected her. They had kissed the night before? She was still wearing that red dress, looking great, and as his eyes travelled lower he realised the dress had risen up a little, exposing vast tracts of bare, alabaster skin deep down to those heels. He gave another groan, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. She was stunning, a genuine sleeping beauty! His heart raced, just as it had when they had kissed, the smirk quickly turned to a smile of affection.

 

[MissKitty19]

It had certainly been the best sleep she had ever had her whole life. Uninhibited by propriety or any expectations. A type of sleep she couldnt really get at home. The bed was nice. Warm. Even with her clothes still on.

She moaned something incoherient along the lines of needing five more minutes and the arm that wasnt tucked under her, pillowing her head, settled on something. Something that she could only come to the conclusion was someone elses body.

Surprised her eyes opened wide. An action she regretted as the light of day assulted them. Withdrawing both her hands and rolling on her back she covered those eyes. Shielding them from the light. As she moved the hem of the dress rose higher on her thighs. She remembered kissing someone. Then being tired. Soo tired. The bed and curling up next too someone. She couldnt remember doing anything else and sighed in relief. As awkward as. It was to wake up too a complete stranger she had mauled the night before. At least it hadnt gone any furthur.

" Ugh... What was in that punch?" Her voice sweet. Groggy with sleep and. The begining of what was likely to be a hell of a hangover. She then turned back too the person who was in bed with her. A pink blush on her cheeks as her gaze settled on his lips and she found herself wishing perhaps she had waited until now to kiss him. Maybe then she would remember more of it." Thanks... For...Well." Her gaze looked around. Glad he hadnt tried anything. This morning could have gone in a much worse fashion then this if he hadnt been there.

Her hair on the pillow. Eyes squinting against the light coming in from a window she could see. She took in the sight of the man she had never met before.

 

[Anglemarr]

Gaius smiled a little, his dark face lighting up at the sight of her. "No worries" He laughed in the groggy deep voice of someone that has just woken up. "Good morning sleepy head" She was cute, memories of the night before seeping into his mind. "You've got some set of lips on you" He laughed before visibly wincing slightly, it was a terrible line, especially for so early in the morning, hung over and looking like shit. Where was his assertiveness? His drive, ambition?

He sat up, immediately regretting it as his head swam but he slowly reached across to a glass of water and after a quick sniff, took a gulp. "You want some?" he offered, holding the glass out to her with slightly unsteady hands. "That was some party, right? I can't remember the last time I got so... wasted" He sighed, standing and opening the curtains, searing beams of light ripping through the darkened room.

But as he turned, glancing over her body again he bit his lip, the way she lay, her body looked so alluring and she looked like she had quite the ass on her. "How about breakfast?" he offered "There's a cafe not far from here that does a great hangover cure, trust me" He winked, giving his best winning smile.

 

[MissKitty19]

She should say no. She wasn't exactly dressed for breakfast. And even the sound of food made her want to hurl. She couldn't imagine eating would help the way she felt. A sweet blush on her cheeks she nodded and sat up fingers running through her hair, tousled a bit with sleep but nothing a bit of water from the bathroom before she left wouldn't fix, she could feel his gaze on her and had to admit while nice. It wasn't quite what she was used too.


But she didn't want to, and it wasn't like she didn't have a solid alibi with her parents, they weren't expecting her home until later in the day, and she'd have to get to her friends to change before then. The dress she wore would never fly in her parents household.


“ That sounds good. Least I can do to thank you for not trying anything last night...especially after I...” Another blush as she recalled the kiss. Would this happen every time? Even accepting the glass of water, she couldn't help but let a small smile play on her lips.

It wasn't anything special, but it showed a caring for her comfort and that was endearing to her. As she set the glass down she offered the male her hand.

“I realized I don't know your name. Mines Ayaka.” She realized that it was a bit odd, that she had kissed a man without even knowing his name. Endeavoring that for her second kiss, she would do much better. But did she want him to be the person she wanted to kiss?While sober?