Page 44 of Hot Four Teacher
Thank heavens for that. Jo would probably have me wearing a crop top and some jeans that were torn to shreds. While that looks good on her, it wouldn’t on me.
Ronnie says, “Just calm down. Leah will be there in a few minutes to help with the outfit crisis. Now, tell me…did you test out the new super dildo?”
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to actually be able to walk today.”
I leave out the part about how I did use the wand one. I wanted to try to take the edge off, and it worked–for a little while anyway. I forgot just how good a vibrating toy feels.
I wonder if Dane and I wind up in bed together, if I’ll feel the same warm and fuzzy feelings about the sex.
Before Ronnie can say anything else, there’s a knock on the front door.
“Okay,” I say. “I have to go. Leah’s here.”
“Alright. Have fun! And call me tomorrow to tell me everything.”
We hang up, and I quickly throw on a robe before heading for the door.
When I swing it open, Leah hands me a to-go coffee cup before walking inside.
“While I appreciate this,” I say. “I’m not sure that coffee is going to help me right now.”
“It’s tea. No caffeine. I figured you could use something calming rather than anxiety-inducing.”
“You’re a Godsend,” I tell her while taking a sip.
“Let’s pick you out an outfit.”
I follow her into the bedroom and watch her rifle through my closet for a couple minutes before emerging with an outfit. She lays it out on the bed, so I can get a good look at it.
It’s a low-cut white sweater with a pair of black leggings. Simple yet cute. She then pairs it with some gold jewelry and a pair of ankle boots.
“Wow,” I say to Leah. “You work fast.”
She smiles. “I do what I can. What underwear are you wearing?”
“Uh,” I stammer. “Why does that matter?”
“Are they underwear that you wouldn’t be embarrassed to let anyone else see?”
I think for a moment. “Okay, I’ll change them.”
I duck into the closet to get dressed. When I come back out to accessorize, I say, “Leah, you’ve dated before. How do you get over the nerves?”
“I think a bit of nerves is good. It can make things more exciting. But just remember that he’s probably nervous too.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I mumble.
“How about if you are having a terrible time on your date, call me and hang up real quick. I’ll call you back with some sort of emergency of why you need to leave.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah! I’ll bail you out in a heartbeat.”
Just when I’m starting to feel a bit calmer, another knock on the door sends my heart racing again.
“Shit! He’s here!”
“Okay, calm down. You go ahead and go, and I’ll lock up and head out after. That way, he doesn’t see me.”
