Page 29 of Sugarplum

“I mean,” she insisted. “I know you like it.”

She obviously forgot the one important detail about my sex life, “You do know I’m still a virgin, right?”

Ysabel pinched my arm. That really fucking hurt but I could only squeal.

“Nuh-uh,” she tried to deny the fact. “You slept with Jason.”

“That doesn’t count,” I reasoned. This was almost two years ago. “I jerked his cock with my hand and he made me suck on it for a few minutes but we didn’t actually have any sex.”

She rolled her eyes, “You still tasted cock.”

I was tempted to just draw my shorts down and shove her face into my pussy, “Want to look down and check if my hymen is broken or something?”

“Fine, fine,” Ysabel let it go. She rested her head on my shoulder. “But you still got to be hungry for some kind of affection, right? I mean anything from a hug or kiss or some shit like that.”

I nodded back and said, “Yeah, I do. Not sure if I miss it so much that I need you to match me up with some old fuck. I’ll give it a try, though, for you.”

“Thanks,” she replied. “I just want you to be happy.”

I could only smile back. I was going to ask about what to wear and all but Matt came walking down the stairs with his phone in his hand.

“He’s coming,” Matt announced before he took a seat beside Ysa. He planted a kiss on her cheek and then flicked her shoulder with his finger, motioning for her to come back and sit on his lap. As soon as she was on top he dug his hand underneath her blouse and I saw him cup her breast. Fucking perverts but it made me giggle.

She kissed him back then asked, “Well, are we going to watch TV or get ready? What time are we going, babe?”

“Can we go before nine?” I wanted to go out early so we could get home early. The last time they tried to set me up it was almost midnight and the guy I was with tried so hard to get into my pants, saying it was only logical for me to sleep at his place since we were a little drunk at the time. “I just want to get home before midnight.”

Matt nodded, “Yeah, me too. I don’t think I can handle staying up so late anymore. Maybe I just need to exercise a little more. How ‘bout we go by eight-thirty so we can bowl and eat by nine?”

Ysabel and I both agreed to those terms. That meant we had around forty minutes to get ready and I had absolutely no fucking idea what to wear. While I was in the shower I could only think about what this guy might look like. Matt said he was around forty-nine or forty-eight and was a well-respected guy in the business industry. In my head, however, that only painted the image of a balding billionaire and not exactly someone I would want to hang out with, much less be romantically involved with.

I spent even more time making a mess out of my closet. I tried on something pink, something hanging, something black and leather but none of it seemed to give the impression I wanted. I was a small girl for someone my age - I’m twenty-five, by the way - standing only five-feet-two. I had green eyes, long, light brown hair that went down to my hips and a very petite, firm body build. Most men I dated said I’d make a fortune as a porn star but the idea never latched on to me. Maybe when I’m thirty and still broke as fuck.

Ysabel came rattling on my door about ten minutes before we had to leave.

“Hey, what the fuck’s taking so long?” she asked as she barged into my room. I turned around and stood there in front of her, naked and bedazzled with confusion. She took one quick look at me and burst out laughing.

“What?”

She smiled and raised an eyebrow then said, “Why not that red dress we bought last Christmas? It looks good on you if you wear those heels.”

I remembered that dress. It was really tight, especially around the waist. Might make me look like a muffin if I’m not fit enough. Fuck. That got me a little worried. What if I gained weight or something?

“I can’t wear that,” I told her as I put my hands around my waist. “It won’t fit, I’ll look like a fucking walrus.”

She looked at me like I was the craziest person in the world. “You got a tiny body. Stop complaining and get into that dress.”

I could only roll my eyes and move along as she pushed me towards the closet. I looked over some of the clothes I had and for a moment I figured I should just go with the green backless top and a mini-skirt but then I remembered it had a freaking hole that could expose my nipples if I’m not careful with it. The red dress, I guess, was the evening’s choice.

The damn thing was tight but when I tried it on and looked into the mirror I found it accentuated my ass and breasts more. I guess that was a good thing. It was also pretty high so I decided to go with a nice lacey thong.

When I reached for a bra Ysabel slapped my hand away.

“Hey, my tits aren’t exactly bombshell size,” I tried to reason out. Truth be told, I had fairly large breasts but I was never really comfortable with them. Maybe spending so much time with really liberated people like Ysa has gotten me to question my opinion about my own body… or maybe I was just being a crazy idiot.

“You’re boobs are fine,” she answered and pointed at how my nipples were pressing against the tight fabric of the dress. “And besides, just look at how your nipples are showing. If you get turned on by this guy he’ll know.”

I felt the blood rushing in my cheeks as I blushed.

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