All Signs Point to You Part Two by Navaura Campbell (uplifting books for women .TXT) 📖

ready for her Sunday.

Jordan waited for his mother to leave the house, before he invited Denise over. He knew it was wrong, because ironically enough, his mother didn't allow anyone over to the house without her permission, but he wanted to spend some time with Denise. It had been a long time since they'd hung out together and just chilled. He picked up the phone, his heart beating erratically and dialed her number. With each ring, the beating became faster.

"Hello?" A chippery voice answered. He smiled, recognizing the voice as Victoria's her sister.

"Hey, Vicki. Denise there?" He inquired.

Vicki paused for a second, and then he could hear the smile in her voice, "Is this Jordan?"

"Yeah." He stated.

"It's about damn time, I was going to kill that girl if she didn't respond any sooner." She stated.

Jordan laughed, "Well, I can understand that. Is she there?"

"Yep. Hold on..." There was shuffling, and then a clank as she sat the phone down. He heard her yell Denise's name, and then a minute or two later, Denise's voice was heard over the phone.

"Hello?"

Jordan inhaled sharply and then exhaled. "You want to come over and watch a movie?"

"Right now?"

Jordan smiled, "Yes, right now."

"Isn't your mom at church?”

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." He teased.

From the other end of the phone, she asked, "What are you going to give me for coming over?"

The change in her voice, sent his body into heat mode. He licked his lips. "I'm sure I can think of something."

She snickered, "You're gross."

He blushed a deep red. "Ok, you're not supposed to say that."

She just laughed some more and said, "I'll be over in fifteen. Ok?"

"Alright." He chuckled. Sighing, he waited till she hung up her end and then hung up his.

Jordan jumped in surprise, when he heard the doorbell ring. Getting up, he went to answer it. She was leaning against the door, smiling at him. "Good morning."

He smiled, "Good morning."

"So, what's on the agenda today?" She inquired as he stepped aside to allow her entrance. He said, I got a couple of movies, which I'm sure you will enjoy."

She said, "Ok. Let's check them out." They went to the living room, where he had sat the movies down. Picking them up and settling down on the couch, she glanced at the first one, a laugh coming from her. "Oh my God, Jordan!" He smiled. "We were talking about it when we first met, so I figure we should watch it."

Denise giggled. "Oh, man, you are too sweet." She glanced at the second movie.

" Cruel Intentions?" Denise laughed, "Oh, my, you went all the way out, didn't you?"

He laughed, "I have a great memory. Check out the third one."

She stared bug eyed, this one was a new release. "Wow, Set it off?"

"Yep. I got it. It's even got that video by Brandy and Tamia on it."

"Chaka Khan and Gladys night."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know the other singers." Jordan stated.

Denise laughed. Grabbing him in a hug around the neck, she laughed, "Wow, this is like the perfect movie day." He hugged her back, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I want it to be. Mom's going to be gone all day and I don't want to be here alone."

Denise smiled at him, "And you called me to spend it with you."

He ran a finger over her bottom lip. "You are my girl, right?"

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, thinking. He whispered, "Don't do that, De-De."

She released her bottom lip. He whispered, ”“Need some attention do they?"

Denise stopped him when his mouth leaned close to hers. "What about the movies?"

"We have all day for those, they're not going anywhere."

She relaxed as his mouth came down on hers. When his lips touched hers, the electrical waves were even more powerful than they had been when they first kissed. She stopped him again. Looking into his eyes, she whispered, "You planned this didn't you?"

He laughed softly, "You're too cute." Without answering, his mouth took hers again. She kissed him back.

 

 

one month and a half later:

February, 1999

For a month, everything between Jordan and Denise went fine, but then things started to get heavy between the two. Again, Denise was in over her head, and Jordan was left with an increasing ache in his pants. He promised himself to not rush her and that he'd wait until she was ready, but he didn't know when that would happen, because it seemed like she was starting to revert back to her old self. She began to close him off. So, it was a few days before his seventeenth birthday, and he wanted to make sure that everything was ok between them, but found it hard to do, when she just backed away from him. Why? What had he done now? Was she going to break up with him again? This frustrated him to no avail, seeing a problem and not being able to fix it.

Denise fought her own battle. She had spent a total of three and a half months without him and was sure she didn't want to do that again, but what disturbed her even more was the increasing sexual frustration they both seemed to be going through. Ironically enough, she wanted him, bad, but didn't know how to express her want. It made her shrink back in fear because she loved him, wanted to be with him, but didn't know if she would be accepted because of what happened last time. She groaned out of frustration.

Jordan made it to fifth hour, just as the bell was ringing. Somehow he'd gotten stuck in a psychology class and he wasn't feeling it. He took his book out and sat it on his desk, right behind hers. He sat down and looked straight ahead.

It was but a second later, she turned around and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"For what?" He wanted to know?

"I'm going to the parking lot, meet me out there, k?"

Jordan sighed, "Alright."

Denise raised her hand.

"Yes?" Mrs. Yield questioned.

"May I be excused?"

"What for?"

Denise sighed, annoyed, "Personal reasons."

"Such as..."

Why did Mrs. Yield have to pry all the time.

"I got my period." Denise stated loudly. A few of the girls snickered, while the guys groaned in disgust.

"Alright, you get a ten minute pass. if you're not back by then, the result is a detention."

Denise sighed, "Alright." She stood up and waited for Mrs. Yield to write her a pass. She walked out of the classroom and down the hall. Once she got down the stairs, she walked out of the back exit and into the school parking lot. Pulling her jacket around her shoulders, she waited five more minutes until she saw Jordan finally exiting the building with both their bags in his hand. Handing her, hers, he said, "You left this."

"I was planning to go back to class." She whispered.

"What do you know, you'll be getting your first detention." He opened the car door and threw both their bags in the back. Sighing, he unlocked her door and waited for her to climb in. Denise opened her own door and got inside. Shutting the door, she looked down at her hands.

"What's wrong, Denise?" He inquired.

"Nothing." She answered.

"You remember what I told you a couple of months ago in the cafeteria?"

Rolling her eyes, Denise glanced up at him. "Dang Jordan, is there anything you don't remember?"

He smiled, "It's my curse."

"I can believe that. I remember what you said when we were in the cafeteria, ok? I'm not trying to break up with you, not at all."

"If not, then why have you been distancing yourself from me?" He pondered out loud.

"I'm not trying to, ok. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me." She whispered, intertwining her fingers.

He grabbed her chin and tilted it upward, so that her eyes met his. "Look at me when you speak Denise, please. Now, what's the problem?"

Denise licked dry lips and had a moment of silence before answering, "I can't figure it out."

"Figure out what?"

Denise sighed, "Five months ago, I was too scared to do anything but kiss you. Now it's different, and I don't know why."

Jordan felt the butterflies build in his stomach. Inhaling sharply, he said, "Well, maybe you're ready now."

Denise giggled. She didn't know why, the sound just came out. He shook his head, "You giggle when you're nervous."

Denise shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, I can't help it."

Jordan grasped her hand in his, and then he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. This action calmed her nerves some, but not all the way.

He asked, "Are you coming to my party Friday night?"

Denise smiled, "Of course, I'm supposed to come, right?"

Jordan nodded with a smile, "You better."

"Who are you inviting?" She inquired.

"You, Tanya, Drew, Lasaire, an old friend of mine named Charles Anthony..."

"Who?"

Jordan rubbed his fingers into her palm, "He just came back from Minnesota."

"oh yeah?”

"yep."

"Ok."

"Chuck, that's what we call him. He moved away from Hampton when we were in third grade, now he's come back. I want to welcome him home, so I am inviting him to the party."

Denise nodded, "Interesting."

"Yep, you'll like him. He's pretty cool."

Denise sighed, "That's cool."

Jordan pulled out his keys, and turned the ignition. They listened as heat began to blow through the vents.

"Where are we going?" Denise questioned.

"To get something to eat."

"mm, good, because I'm hungry."

Jordan shifted the gear into drive and off they went, out of the school parking lot to the nearest restaurant.

Three days later:

Denise stared at herself in the mirror. She stared at a full figure. She was dressed in red and white under garments. The bra was a lacy cup with red hearts designed on the straps and around the lacy front. The bra cup itself was red and white striped with red laced hearts on the edges. Her panties were red and white striped as well, with red laced hearts around the waist band and inner thigh area. She stood in front of her door length mirror, tracing certain areas of her body with the lilac perfume. Sighing, she clothed herself in the dress she'd bought for valentine's day. Jordan's birthday was two days away from valentine's day, and she thought his party would be the best time to dress up. She also knew that all the kids there would be wearing pants and t-shirts, but she wanted to stick out. For his sake anyway. Sighing, she slid the dress over her body and stared. Ok, maybe she'd gotten the wrong dress or something, because this dress was see through. It showed off the curve of her body very well, including accentuating on the bra and panty set. Plus, she'd thought it came to the knees. It had on the manikin. On her, it came at a stop halfway down her thighs.

Starring in awe, she smiled to herself. Her mother was right. She did have beautiful curves. She stood there for quite a while, till the clock on her dresser went off and she saw that he would arrive any minute. Just then, the doorbell rang, and she groaned. She pulled the dress off, grabbed the closest thing she could in the closet and pulled it over her head, along with a pair of black slacks. Grabbing