46.

Damien

I stood outside the door of her apartment with a gift bag in my hand. I had gotten the perfume, just like Charles had said. My palms were sweaty, I had not fully prepared to see her.

“Just in and out, Damien. Give her the gift bag, don’t go inside.”

I walked to the door and knocked. I hear footsteps coming and the door opens. The first thing I notice is her thick thighs, her smooth, thick mocha thighs.

Concentrate.

“Hey Chantel, I hope I didn’t come at a bad time,” I say with a smile.

Her curly hair was in a messy bun, and she was in a tank top, with no bra, shorts, and no makeup.

“Hey Damien, no you didn’t. How can I help you?”

I hold the gift bag in front of me, “I brought you a gift, from Charles and me to say thank you,”

I hand her the bag and she gives me a wide grin; she pulls out the small perfume box and squeals.

“You guys, you didn’t have to. I love it. How did you know that I wanted this,”

I put my hands in my pockets and chuckle, “Charles told me,”

She pu