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“Get yourself cleaned up,” I say, running my hand along my chin, feeling her juices on me. Fuck they smells good. “I have a few things to arrange. I’ll be back here at eight to take you to dinner.”

Chapter Five

Marie

My head has been a mess all afternoon. I can’t stop thinking about how close I came to having sex with Conner, that he had his mouth against my pussy. Sure, I know my body well enough that I know what I like. I know how to get myself off, and I’m not a stranger to a vibrator, but I’ve never been eaten out before. I always thought I would feel self-conscious to have someone that close to my business. But I wasn’t. It felt freeing, and so much more intense and pleasurable than I could have imagined.

And now, all I can think about is riding his face again, of his fingers slipping inside of me, of seeing that monster bulge spring to life outside his jeans. All I can think about is riding Conner.

And I’m his.

He said it again, wanted me to say it to him as I came. But what does it mean?

I go through every outfit in my closet, trying to find the right one for our date. At least, I think it’s a date. And if it is, I need to make sure that I’m wearing just the right thing. Do I look slutty? Do I look like my normal self? Does he feel bad for putting me in that position and now he’s trying to apologize?

No, he wants to take me. He told me he would. He told me that he’d be my first. This has to be a date.

Classy is how I want to look. Classy and sexy. I want him to know I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a woman, and I need to make sure he knows that.

All day I’ve worried that he’ll change his mind, that he’ll decide he can’t have sex with his best friend’s daughter. But why not? We’re both adults. I just don’t know that Dad would see it that way, if he finds out at all.

I decide to go for a forest green dress with a sheer, shimmery material over it. It’s perfect for all occasions, light enough to be casual, low cut enough in the back to be elegant and sexy, and can even double up as a holiday dress in a pinch. It’s family appropriate, but I know for a fact turns a few heads. Plus, the shade of green makes my eyes and hair pop, especially when I’ve got just a smidge heavier on then eyeliner. Add in some killer heels that push up my butt and push out my boobs and I have sexy in the bag.

I study myself in the mirror, knowing I have a red matching bra and underwear set underneath, wondering if I’ve got the right look. What is the look Conner wants?

I decide I’ve made my choice, and I’m not changing. But I can’t take my eyes off the dress. This is the last thing I’ll be wearing as a virgin, if everything goes right, and I hope to god it does. I wonder if he’ll take me in this dress, or if he’ll take it all off? I love the idea of him just pulling my cloth up and going to town, but I also want him to see how good I look in my underwear.

I’m going to get fucked tonight, I think. And by Conner. My long time crush.

Chills of excitement course through me.

I have just gone downstairs when the front door opens. And there stands Conner, dressed just as he was the day before, with the addition of a silver chain hanging just over his chest hair.

I wonder if I’m going to be able to hold myself up in these heels with him looking at me as hungrily as he is right now. The vision of him with his face between my legs, his tongue sliding in and out of me while he gave me that same look nearly makes me fall over.

“Don’t you look delicious,” his voice rumbles, as if he’s reading my mind.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to suggest we just skip to dessert, but I know I’m not that bold.

“Thank you,” I say, lamely.

He offers his arm to me, and I slip my arm into the crook of his, making sure the lock is in place before I close the door behind me.

“I made us reservations at the Chat Noir,” Conner says.

“Chat Noir?” I ask. “That’s that really nice place, isn’t it? At the Palace Hotel?”

“That’s the one,” he says. “I hope you like oysters. I’ll be feeding them to you one by one.”

I don’t. Or rather, I have no idea if I do or don’t. I’ve seen them once on a barbecue sizzling in beer and it grossed me out. But after the morning we had together, I’m willing to bet I’ll put anything he offers in my mouth.

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