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“See,” Kate says, “I told you everything would work out fine!”
I stroke Captain Fluffington's head. He looks up at me from my lap with a curious grin on his face.
It feels good to have him back, and it feels even better to be going out on a date with Clay.
It’s been ages since I’ve actually met a decent guy.
I mean, I’ve tried the whole online dating thing, but all I seem to attract is scum bags.
A barrage of dick pics, and smutty, entitled pick-up lines that make me want to throw up.
I told myself maybe love wasn’t something that was going to work out for me. That maybe I’d have to resign myself to being a lonely, cat-loving spinster. Someone who gets their romance sitting not the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a naughty book.
But now I’m the heroine of my own story, and as I rush through my front door, excited about seeing Clay again, I realize I’m going to have to find something nice to wear.
Oh, God… I wish I had time to go to the mall and find something new.
I want to look my best, but I’m not sure I have anything suitable for an afternoon date in a coffee shop with the fireman of my dreams.
“I’ve got to go,” I tell Kate, already pulling off my bottoms and heading for the shower.
“Love you!” she chimes back.
“Love you more!”
The hot water runs over my skin and I lather scented soap all over my body.
I press my fingers between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit as I close my eyes and think about Clay being in the shower with me.
My back presses against the cool tiles and I lift my head to the ceiling. Water flows over my face as I imagine his rock-hard body pressed against me and his rock-hard cock entering my pussy.
Back in my bedroom, I put on a pair of matching, black knickers and bra.
I haven’t worn them in absolutely ages. They’re a little bit tight, but they make me feel hella sexy, and the confidence they give me is well worth the slight discomfort.
Then, flicking through my wardrobe, I pull out tops and skirts and dresses until my bed is covered in a heap of clothes and I’m more confused about what to wear than when I started.
I tie my hair in a bun and slip a knee-length back dress on.
I twirl in front of the mirror and for a second I feel like Cinderella on the way to the ball.
“What do you think?” I message Kate, sending her a pic.
“You look fine!” she replies almost instantly. “But it’s too much. You're not going to a movie premiere.”
Grudgingly I admit she’s right. The last time I wore this dress it was to an award ceremony, and, even though I want Clay to see me wearing it, I also don’t want to scare him off.
It’s bad enough I broke down in tears and rambled on about how I thought Captin Fluffington had frozen to death on an Alaskan mountain.
“How about this one?” I message Kate.
This time, I’ve put on a short pink skirt and a black shoulder-less top that really makes my boobs pop.
“Great,” she says, “if you’re flying down to Cancun for Spring break.”
“Yeah,” I say, “you’re right.”
Quickly, I fling off my clothes and search the room for something to wear.
