I have an online shopping addiction.

Is it a problem? Sure, you could say that... or you could say that it's helping me maintain hottest bitch alive status, which are big shoes to fill.

I also now had a Starbucks problem. And it was getting out of hand.

So... job.

I had to work. Mainly because I was a gal who wanted the finer things in life. I mean I'm talking food, shelter and of course I had to keep the fingers crossed for water.

The good thing was that I loved my job. I loved books and I also loved feeling like I was ultra cool, super deep and very intellectual. And it was a lie I could keep on believing even though I only read romance. So a bookstore was the perfect place of work for me.

The Mint smelled like old books and tangerines. No one actually knew where the citrus smell came from and because I liked it I'd never complain.

There was a record player in the corner which was usually playing Abba, the Bee-gees, Stevie Nicks or Stevie Wonder. There were bean bag chairs around the window and mismatched chairs lingering around different areas.

The Mint was fall re-incarnated. The mint was home numero dos.

I was our top bookseller and the owners loved me for it. I never took a weekend off because I was poor, so when I asked for time off they practically shoved me out the door.

The Mint was owned by Veronica and Erin, this super cool sister duo who were like my surrogate moms. They worried about my love life more than I did.

A cute boy would walk into the store and they'd get mad that I didn't make a move on him. As if I wasn't on shift, and as if I weren't so socially inept.

Today, instead of work I spent my whole day primping. Well, freaking out in mass panic while primping.

Carson did my hair in a big 90's blowout kind of way. I had rollers still lingering all throughout my head, candles going and soft music playing as I painted my toenails. I had also slathered my body in this vanilla scented lotion after my long shower.

Lena had even done my makeup although I was reluctant.

I thought makeup was cool and it made people look great but something about it on me made me want to vomit. It just didn't look right. Mainly, because I looked like a clown.

I let Lena put it on me though, after her incessant nagging, and since she was so talented I didn't look half bad. Still, I wanted it off.

I then put this vintagey looking, halter mini slip dress on over my head.

It was too bad for Carter because with this kind of dress, I couldn't wear underwear, which meant no thong.

I did wear a bra because well, I didn't have perky boobs.

The dress was a mango shimmer color and I wore black heels with a black shoulder bag.

I sat in front of my vanity and took out all the rollers. Shaking my hair out for volume before layering on my jewelry.

My dangly, sun and moon earrings went on my ears and my thin gold bracelet went on my wrist. I ran through my perfume a couple times before spraying it on my wrists and behind my ears.

I tried to bring a cardigan in case I got cold but Carson and Lena made me put it back, saying it would ruin the effect.

When Carter pulled up to the apartment I peeked out the window like a creep, just to make sure I wasn't over dressed.

He was wearing black pants and some sort of black turtleneck shirt with this brown thick unbuttoned shirt jacket.

He looked really good. My mouth even went a little dry.

Nerves hit me hard and suddenly I decided I was sick. Which was unfortunate for it being my first date and all but I understood these things happened. So would Carter.

I watched as he rounded the hood of the car and leaned against the passenger seat. Before I outwardly started retreating.

"Guys, suddenly I'm not feeling so well," I said to Carson and Lena who were also peering out the window along with me.

Lena turned toward me. Calling bullshit.

"You're going."

My mouth dropped open. "You can't tell me what to do," I exclaimed like a child.

"I can and I will. You're going on this date whether you like it or not."

I turned to Carson for support but she made it obvious she was on Lena's side.

"Really," I whined. "I'm feeling a tickle in my throat. I don't want to get him sick."

Carson ignored me and stuck her head out the window.

"She's coming down Carter," she yelled.

I started trying to get at her so I could yank her back in. My unsuccessful attempts were foiled by Lena who started pulling me towards the door while I skidded on my heels.

"Stop it," I hissed so Carter wouldn't hear. "Tell him I'm sick."

She ignored me again.

"She looks great. She's been so excited," she told Carter, still yelling from our 2nd floor window.

I was going to fight her. Like seriously she was going on my hit list.

With my attention on Carson and not on Lena dragging me across the room, I hadn't noticed how close to the door I was.

It wasn't until Lena literally shoved me through the door frame, taking me off balance, and shut the door in my face that I realized they had bamboozled me. Those fucking bitches.

Once I got my footing, (I was still wearing heels, you know) I made it upright and was going to start pounding on the door but I refrained after thinking about the neighbors. My next move was to stare angrily at the door for a minute, until I realized how insane I looked.

I knew I had given up when I hiked my shoulder bag up my arm and flipped them off, hoping they were watching from the peephole.

I huffed in annoyance before teetering down the stairs and walking through the entryway.

My stomach pitched once I saw him up close and I could feel my friend downstairs getting a bit too over excited.

I didn't really look at him as I walked. I was much too focused on not tripping and falling.

Eventually, I pushed through the outside gate and stood in front of Carter awkwardly.

I think I actually hit him with a "hey there."

At first glance I could tell I surprised him with my get up. His eyes were active and were roaming my skin. I could feel it like a warmth, all along my legs and my stomach.

At my stupid greeting, he ignored me. Instead wrapping his hands around my hips and bending his head to kiss me.

At that, I could feel both of my arms moving to dangle around his shoulders, my foot popping up in an homage to Princess Mia of Genovia.

I liked knowing that Carter obviously found me attractive. It made me feel sexy and for a girl who had no sex appeal it was satisfying.

I pressed my breasts to his chest, getting wrapped up in it all, fully intending to live inside his skin. In fact, I had never wanted to be closer to anyone in my life.

His lips left mine and moved to my neck when he said, "Didn't think you could get any more beautiful."

I felt the complement deep inside my happy place. My face warming at the thought.

I was still catching my breath when I said, "you look good too."

His head lifted at that, and hilarity was written all over his expression as he scanned my face.

Carter looked at me like he thought I was cute before reaching behind me to open the door.

While I climbed up, I was careful not to flash him as the dress and the fact that I had nothing on underneath, was scandalous.

We listened to music the whole way there. Surprisingly the energy wasn't uncomfortable at all. Carter had good taste in music and the drive wasn't very long.

We made our way to a restaurant in Little Italy, Francesca's on Taylor.

I had never been but Carter liked it a lot. It didn't matter to me, I loved Italian and anything with carbs meant I was there.

It was exactly how I got my curves. Well that and my mom.

He held the door open for me and we got seated at a booth. The lighting was ambient and the music was soft and inviting.

I got a water as I perused the menu, closing it once I had made a decision.

"Want to know something kind of embarrassing?" I asked, once silence found us once more.

Carter's non response must have been a response because all he did was lift his head to look at me.

"I've never actually been on a date."

I watched his face change from nonchalance into disbelief, which made me realize I had surprised him yet again tonight.

"It's a bit weird, but like it is what it is, you know?" I babbled on. "I know the date just started but thanks for asking me, it was really nice. I never get this dressed up and nerves aside it was-"

"Spencer," he said sharply, silencing my rambling.

I frowned. "What?"

I mean it was a little rude. I was talking.

"I know you think I'm confusing but really it's you. You're the most confusing person I've ever met."

I was sipping my water when I asked, "Is that a compliment or an insult?"

Humor filled his eyes. "I don't fucking know. Everytime I think I've figured you out, you just keep on surprising me."

I didn't know what he was on about. I didn't get what was so confusing about me. I was pretty black and white and usually, I let it all hang out.

Well, within reason of course. I was very reasonable.

"What do you think you've figured out about me?" I asked, suddenly curious.

He leaned back in his chair.

"Well you're smart and funny."

I grinned. "And perfect in every way," I chimed in.

"Sure..." he said, dragging out the syllables.

"But on a serious note, I am curious Carter. There isn't much to figure out. You get what you see with me."

He blinked. Tilting his head at me.

"I'm being honest," I told him. "I'm boring."

"Spencer, it doesn't take a genius to notice you've got something about you that seems soft, a little fragile. That you never pay attention to where you're going even though you've always got somewhere to go. That you live life, doing all these things but typically at halfway," he spoke, a bit gently. "There's more to you Spence, I just don't know what that more is yet."

He studied me, probably to gauge my reaction but to be honest I didn't even know what to think.

What I did know is that I needed my journal stat so I could talk it through.

On a baseline, I knew that my kind of more was not for the likes of him. One sight of it and he would run for the hills.

And as usual when things felt a little too stuffy, my go to was deflection.

I sipped my water before I spoke. 

"Stalker much?"

He gave me that out when he responded, "You mean you didn't notice me looking through your window last night?"

I snorted, feeling semi safe again. "No but now I'll be prepared."

"It doesn't work like that. I have a schedule. And before you ask, I can't tell you the schedule. It'd make me a bad stalker."

I felt a playful grin grow on my face as I rolled my eyes. A laugh building in my throat.

Carter's humor was dumb. But, fortunately for him it was the kind of dumb I liked.

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" I asked while the mood was still light.

He drummed his fingers across the table, in thought. Before bluntly hitting me with a "no."

At that moment it was like a record scratched in the distance. I felt my face screw up in surprise, not quite knowing what to do with that answer.

After our waiter came and then disappeared again I turned back to him in question. With a mini head tilt and everything.

"Why not?" I asked.

He leaned back in his chair. Arm dangling casually like this was all the same to him. And at the sight of his relaxed demeanor I happened to grow a little agitated.

"I want you Spencer. Meaning I've been paying attention. But you-" he said pausing for a split second. "You're still scared of me and that means you've been looking for ways to push me away. And I'm not sure if that's going to translate well."

I winced in response. I could have tried to argue that point but if anything, the scuffle before I left the apartment today proved it.

My lips pursed. It seemed he knew more about me than I thought. It also seemed that he knew that even I thought he was right. Which only made him get a little cocky.

At the sight of the small smile playing on his lips, I crossed my arms.

"You're annoying." I told him.

***

Once we got back in the car I slipped my shoes off, feeling my feet scream in delight. Dinner was good and as far as first dates go I enjoyed myself. Now I had one more thing to mark off the checklist.

"Where are we going?" I asked when we passed my apartment.

"My place."

I could have fought to go home but with all the food in my belly and with the satiated feeling, I didn't feel the need to protest.

I hopped down from the car after we parked. And with his hand on my waist he led me to the elevator that would take us to his floor.

Finally, he unlocked his door and held it open for me. And on sight I realized how my tiny little apartment paled in comparison. 

"Not bad," I joked as I set my bag on what looked to be a marble counter. "Can I have a tour?"

"Of my bedroom?"

I turned around slowly, biting away a small smile. "You think you're so funny don't you."

I set my purse on the counter and gingerly planted my ass on a stool while ignoring his laughter.

"Bryce isn't here and since he's out tonight, my guess is that he isn't coming home."

Based on the little I knew about Bryce, his roommate, he was probably right.

"What now?" I asked. "A movie?"

He handed me the remotes while he made popcorn and I browsed through the streaming services. Before finding 13 Going on 30.

I heard his groan once he saw what we were watching but I ignored it. My comfort movie could never be ruined.

"You've seen it?" I asked as he sat next to me.

"I have an older sister, I've seen it too many times."

I patted his leg as it started. "You'll be alright."

***

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up I was sprawled out on top of Carter's body. I was straddling him, with one leg in between the couch.

I was also a tad bit disoriented and the dim lighting didn't help much either.

I lifted up on top of him, sitting up right. My body was warm and my dress had hiked up a lot. I shifted my hips trying not to wake him but having to move all the same if I wanted to get free.

My movements must have triggered something because he made a noise of annoyance before yanking me down and turning me into the couch. He pressed into me and this time his weight held me in place.

I was even more stuck now. I could also feel him better this way. Feel all of him.

I cleared my throat.

"Carter?" I called softly.

I was forced to say it a few more times before his eyes opened, all sleepy cute.

"Spencer," he muttered. "What are you doing?"

"I was just trying to get up," I said. "You flipped me."

"Because you move in your sleep," he said groggily. "You kept kicking me."

I flushed.

"Sorry," I whispered as I rubbed my eyes.

At that, he moved his hands to my hips. Pressing deeper into me.

"You're sweet when you're sleepy," he spoke as his rough fingers grazed my back and pulled at my hair.

I yawned in response, my eyes still heavy.

My body however, was revving up and I could feel myself feeling things. All the moving around meant that we were now perfectly lined up. I felt him underneath me and what I felt was big.

I had never thought about sex more than I did with Carter. My horny brain wouldn't shut up around him. For years it was like my switch was off and now that it was on, it was like I needed to make up for lost time.

Carter readjusted me again into straddling position and when the spot between my open legs rubbed against him, I released an embarrassingly loud noise.

A noise that hinted at my situation. Down there.

I felt my body freeze up as my hands tensed against his chest. I was mortified and I knew my face must have screamed guilty, so I didn't even try to backtrack.

Carter just looked up at me, seemingly not in the mood to make fun of me, because at the noise his face and his body became more alert.

I felt his hand skim down my back, landing on my ass. His other arm wrapped around my waist and traveled down my spine, forcing me down onto his chest.

"Spencer?" he spoke in my ear, the rasp kissing my neck.

"Yes?" I asked softly and shakily as my voice betrayed me.

His hands traveled up my dress and he made an audible noise when he found I wasn't wearing underwear.

He gripped me hard and I knew he could feel that I was wet.

A finger went inside me and if it weren't for his arm holding me down the sensation would have made me fall off the couch.

His thumb moved to my clit and he played with me roughly as he added another one, filling me further.

"God you're fucking tight, Spencer," he rasped as he continued fucking me with his fingers.

The vibration of his voice made my breasts grow heavy and I think I was panting. I was riding his hand at this point, and I would have done anything to get there when it felt this good.

He was taking his time with me. Kissing my neck, gripping my hair.

I felt a scream coming from the back of my throat as I prepared to let it wash over me. But, right on the edge, I slid right back down as his hands slowed their movements. My orgasm evading me.

I even made a noise of protest as my eyes moved to his.

After a few beats, his hand picked up speed again when I started to get restless, almost like he was playing with me.

"Spencer," he called as I moved.

I was getting close again so I didn't respond, too caught up in my own pleasure.

His other hand that was playing with my breasts moved to my ass and he spanked me twice as punishment. The act only turned me on more and I could feel myself about to come again.

When his hand slowed again I almost fought him. I was getting so sensitive now. It wouldn't take much to get there so I decided to take control. Riding his fingers for relief.

It seemed Carter didn't like that idea because he knifed up and carried me to his room, literally tossing me on his bed.

I landed on my knees and he pushed his hand into my back forcing it to arch.

I heard him curse behind me and I wanted to see him, touch him but he restrained me. Pinning me down with his body.

His hands came back to me and I was even more wet. I could feel it on my thighs. I didn't react much to it though. I was past the point of mortification. I just wanted the ache to go away.

Carter spanked me again, and after used his hand to caress the sting. He then bent down to my ear. Getting deeper inside me that way.

"This is the part where you beg, Spencer," he spoke. "You want it then you ask me, like a good girl."

I heard my breath hitch as I squirmed.

"Stop fucking around with me Carter," I eventually said through my pleasure cries.

I was shifting my hips looking for friction and I felt my ass moving against him.

I heard him groan from behind me before he planted his hand in the small of my back again, keeping me in place.

"Princess, if you want it you need to ask nicely."

I felt his hand start to slow once more and I knew I couldn't do it again. I'd kill him.

"Please?" I asked, shaking.

"You can do better than that Princess. Use your words. If you want me to fuck that tight pussy, get rid of that ache then just say that," he mocked.

I was trying, honestly. I just couldn't think straight with him doing that. My body was on fire and everything was an overload.

"Carter, please," I begged.

"Ask me with your words Princess."

The wetness all over my thighs had moved to his hands. I was all over him and that thought only made me hotter. The begging only made me hotter. I wanted to give him what he wanted.

"Please make me come Carter," I tried again as I bit my lip.

His thumb put pressure on my clit and suddenly I was drowning and screaming at the top of my lungs. It was so much better than self induced I was going to cry. Literally shaking as I came down.

I felt Carter turn me so he could kiss me. Probably because I was so loud.

When the throbbing in between my legs stopped Carter slapped my ass again.

"That's my good girl," he said, roughly.

A/N: A long one but a mature one ;)

Also writing sex scenes is hard. No pun intended.