Nine

"How about this one?" I asked Hal as I walked out of the dressing room. It was a high end store and Hal had asked for a private dressing room. The sales assistant had looked so tense, I thought she was either going to run across the store to find a dressing room or just fling herself onto Hal an lick him like he was ice cream.

There was a sofa and a huge pile of clothes that I and Hal had picked out. I was standing in front of Hal who was smiling at me. I had on a lavender jumper with dark jeans that were skinny but not tight enough. There was a little print of spongebob to the side of the jumper blowing bubbles that spread across my chest and up my shoulders and then stops.

It had to be the most amazing thing I had seen and that was saying something since I had Hally and that stuffie was truly amazing.

"I like this one. I want this one." I said to Hal and he chuckled.

"You can have it sweetheart." He replied and I bounce on my feet. I got back into the dressing room and pulled off the sweater, adding to the little pile of clothes that Hal and I had liked

The next item made me bite my bottom lip. It was a pair of black boxers. I don't even think they're boxers even. The material was soft, lace and black but light enough to be see through,

I checked the price tag and almost ran out of the dressing room. It cost the same as my rent, three figures. But it was so soft plus there was a chance that if I slipped them on, it would have to be bought.

I peeked out of the dressing room and stared at Hal who just raised a brow at me.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"It's about um... this." I said, holding out the lace boxers. "Do I have to try them on?"

"I'd like it if you try them on. I want to see how they'd look like on you." Hal said, getting up from the sofa. "Would you like it if I put it on for you?"

I feel heat spread up to my cheeks and I shyly shook my head in response. "I'll put them on. But can I call you in when I'm done? So you can see it? I don't want others to." I said to Hal who stared at me with this glint in his eyes, like he was looking at something spectacular.

"Take your time."

I got back into the room and pull off the white undershirt I had been wearing with the jumper as well as the jeans before I slid on the lace boxers. The material felt awesome against my skin, hugged my ass and sat on my waist. It stopped a little ways before midthigh and I looked good. Like really good.

My hair was falling into my eyes, my body was small and lanky but had filled out with how much food Hal has been getting me to eat with each date we've had.

I looked... wow.

I cleared my throat before calling for Hal who stepped into the room. It was big enough for two as well as a table for the clothes and a large mirror but Hal was bigger and taller and it felt like the room had shrunk in size.

His eyes zeroed in on the black lace I had on and he takes a step closer to me, his right hand reaching out, knuckles slowly touching me. Judging from the look on his face that I could see through the mirror, I could tell he liked it.

"You like it." I voiced out and he hums.

"I knew it was going to look good on you but baby, you look gorgeous." Hal said, his voice a bit thick as he stared. He looks away from the lace and locks eyes with me through the mirror.

"I'm glad you like it, daddy." I said and that was all it took for me to be spun around and pushed against the wall, a gorgeous man raising me up until my legs were wrapped around his waist, his lips meeting mine.

I melted into the kiss, my body shaking at each swipe of his tongue against mine, sparks shooting through my body as I kissed back as passionately as I could, my hands slipping into his hair, soft sounds escaping from my lips. It was hot. I don't think I have ever been kissed like this. Like he was a thirsty man who had been stuck in the dessert for years and I was the oasis he stumbled upon.

We kissed for who knows how long before the need for air became too much to ignore any longer. I was panting, my hands slipping out his hair and resting on his shoulders. His hands underneath my thighs as he held me up.

He looked at me with those hazel eyes that looked green, like the gem stone. He was just looking and I know that I'm blushing but I can't look away.

"How did I get so lucky?" Hal said, his voice and words coming out soft as he leaned forward to rub his nose against mine in an eskimo kiss.

"You aren't the only lucky one. I'm glad you found me." I told him honestly. The smile I received in return makes me think Hal was partially made from parts of the sun.

"Do you still want to try on some more clothes or do you want to leave?" He asked me, bending down a bit so I could drop my legs.

"I want to leave."

"How about we leave and I take you to my place. It would only be fair since I have seen yours." Hal said. "I can make you a little stir fry."

It was true. He had seen mine but I didn't know where his house was. I wondered what it be like. Was he renting like an apartment or did he actually own a house? I wondered how the house was decorated and if he had like famous paintings hanging up. I use to see that in movies. Plus he also wanted to cook for me and I had no doubt the stir fry was going to taste better than any other I have eaten.

"I'd love to go to your place." I replied.

"Then let's go."

-

Hal's house was the type I had seen in magazines at the store. It was a huge building, complete with a drive way and a garage that could stand as its own since it was a two floored one.

Inside the house was decorated in white and black, with random bursts of colors at random places. The sitting room was double the size of my house and the tv took up almost half the wall. There were large windows, dark green curtains pulled to the side, throw pillows of every color on the couch, there were three rooms, one master and two guests.

"I was wondering if you could stay here like three times a week? Maybe four. Any of them." Hal said. He looked even more relaxed and I think it's because he was in his home. We had pulled off our shoes at the door and walked around in our bare feet. It would be amazing to stay here and I read somewhere that some daddies preferred if their little were living with them. It was so thoughtful and nice of Hal to ask me to stay for those numbers of days.

We could start out small and then see if living together is something in our future. I didn't understand when I read online that DDLB relationships were just like any other relationship, except with a couple added twists.

I could see it now. Could understand it better now. Hal had explained it to me and even though I got what he was saying, standing here, right now after listening to him ask me to stay over, understanding sinks in.

"Three days would be best." I replied and he nods. He responds to my reply by pressing a kiss to my forehead, the light scratch of his stubble against my head.

We walked back to the kitchen and I sit by the kitchen island, watching Hal pull out ingredients for the stir fry he had promised me. He pulls out a couple things as well as a sealed pack of shrimps.

I don't even remember when last I had that. I watched him cut a couple vegetables as well as he does so, I think about taking Hal to one of my favorite places. It was a bit far from town but it was a mini carnival. A couple of rides, a handful of games, food and an abundance of cotton candy. And it was my favorite place because Ron, the old man who runs the machine makes these adorable characters with the cotton candy and my favorite was the panda he does with two blue cotton candy acting as the ears and nose.

It would be nice to take Hal there.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Hal teased, his brow raised and big wooden spoon in hand.

"I want to take you out." I told him and he grins.

"Really? Where?"

"I can't tell you. When are you free?" I asked him. He adds a couple seasoning into the beautiful creation he was making and it smelt so divine, my tummy rumbled.

"I'm always free for you, darling."

I loved it when he calls me that. I love it when he calls me pet names.

"How about Saturday? At eleven?" I asked and he nods. "I hope you don't mind taking the bus though."

"Can I ask why?"

"I don't want to ruin the surprise." I said, pouting a bit. "We can take an Uber back."

Hal gave a final nods before putting off the stove. He grabbed two white plates from the cupboards and sets down on the counter space beside the stove. Sit fry! Stir fry! Stir fry!

It smelt divine and I wonder what it would taste like too.

"Here we are." Hal sang as he placed the white plate in front of me. I stared at the beautiful plate. The shrimp, the sliced red pepper, the vegetables. I wager picked up my fork and took a big bite out of it, the flavors bursting in my tongue. Holy!

"I take it from your expression, that it's good." Hal smirked and I just shoved another spoonful of food into my mouth. He had to teach me how to make this. He grabs two bottles of tropical mix juice from his fridge and sets it on the table.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He said.

He settled in the seat beside me and we both eat. I wondered what else he could cook and I asked him. Hal lists everything he could make and it was a lot, I also tell him I could cook a bit and following cooking recipes online wasn't hard for me.

The whole day was amazing. The shopping, the talking. Just plain being with Hal. He was the sweetest and paid attention to a lot of things.

After lunch at Hal's house, he dropped me back at work. Following me all the way in, his hand around my waist and it felt like I've been smiling for year and years. And I wanted it to continue this way and I knew deep down, that it would. For a long long time.

Agatha was gone and Jimmy has started his afternoon shift. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he sees me with Hal. I giggle quietly.

"You make the sweetest sounds." Hal said and my lips part in shock. That had to be like a brand new compliment and he meant it. I couldn't help but giggle again.

"Stop making me blush."

"But I love doing it, sweetheart." He teased. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, a chaste one to my lips and a final one to my nose before pulling back. "Have a great afternoon."

I wrapped my arms around him, pressing up flush against him and whispered in his ears. "Have a great afternoon too, daddy."