Dahlia
Walking into the mall I couldn't contain my excitement. I was finally going to have sex with my boyfriend.
Scott and I had been dating for a year and a half now and I kind of felt guilty because anytime he tried to touch me, I always resisted. Not because I didn't feel like, it was more like I felt a little insecure about my body and also I wasn't sure if I wanted Scott to be my first.
I always remembered how my friends used to tease me back in school, telling me that keeping my virginity was old school and all that crap.
They always loved joking about how I was 'saving myself' and how I was 'missing out.' But honestly, it's just not something I'm worried about right now.
Don't get me wrong I did love Scott very very much, but I wasn't sure if it was the right time or not. I had just gotten back from Pennsylvania yesterday. I had gone to see my parents since they hadn't stopped bugging me for the past few months and telling me they wanted to see me and spend time with me.
Well, if you thought about it, you couldn't actually blame them if you consider the fact that I was their only daughter and youngest child. My older brother Ryan didn't really have time to visit since he was busy with his work and stuff.
Scott didn't know I was back in fact no one knew, I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to see the look on his face when he opened his door and saw me right in front of him all dressed up and ready for him to take me.
I had been planning this surprise for weeks and I really wanted him to enjoy tonight and that's why I was here, searching for a cute dress and sexy lingeries so I could seduce him tonight. But the problem was…I couldn't find what I was looking for.
I'd been searching for a whole thirty minutes and not one thing caught my eye and I was starting to get worried.
"Miss…may I help you?" A friendly voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to find a young woman who looked slightly older than me staring at me with a friendly smile on her face.
"Um…hey," I stammered, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm looking for a really nice, sexy dress…and, uh, some lingerie too." I went straight to the point as there was no need beating around the bush…she was a woman, she'd definitely understand.
"My my." Her lips curled into a playful smirk. "Looks like you have a lot planned for tonight don't you?" Her eyes flashed with mischief.
"You have no idea," I said with a shy laugh.
"Follow me," she said, motioning for me to come along. She led me to a corner of the store I had somehow overlooked, filled with an impressive variety of dresses.
"Do you have anything specific in mind, or are we just looking for something that'll look good on you?" she asked, running her fingers over a rack of sparkly fabrics.
"Definitely something that looks good on me," I said without hesitation. The clock was ticking, and I couldn't afford to waste any more time.
She began pulling out options, each more dazzling than the last. "How about this one?" She held up a white, long-sleeved mini dress. It was cute, but…
"No, not white," I said with a firm shake of my head.
"Alright, how about this?" She pulled out a stunning red velvet gown with a daring slit up one side.
"Too formal," I replied, already scanning the racks for something that felt more me. That's when my eyes landed on something shimmering.
"That one," I said, pointing to it. "Can I see it?"
"Sure." She said, pulling out the black sequined dress, and the second I saw it, I knew. It was short, with edgy side cutouts that would reveal just a hint of skin, and an off-shoulder design with one sleeve. It was bold, flirty, and perfect.
I tried it on in the dressing room, and when I stepped out, the woman gasped. "Wow, this is the one. This is definitely the one. You look incredible."
"I know, right?" I said, twirling in front of the mirror. The dress fit perfectly like a glove, like it had been made specially for me, for this night.
"Your man won't know what hit him," she teased with a small smile. "He wouldn't even be able to take his eyes off of you, or any other man for that matter."
I grinned. "Exactly what I'm going for."
But then it hit me…I'd completely forgotten about the lingerie. "Oh no!" I exclaimed. "I still need to find the right underwear."
"Relax," she said with a laugh. "You stay here and change back into your clothes. I'll grab a few options for you to pick from."
"You're a lifesaver," I said gratefully.
"Just doing my job," she replied with a playful wave before heading off.
A few minutes later, she returned with what looked like a dozen lingerie sets draped over her arms.
"I thought you said 'a few,'" I joked, unable to suppress a laugh.
"I figured it's better to have options," she said with a wink, laying them out neatly on the dressing table.
Each piece was gorgeous, but it was impossible to choose. "I don't even know where to start," I admitted.
"Let's narrow it down," she suggested. "Do you have a color in mind? Black? Red? Something
I gave it a quick thought. "Black. Definitely black. It'll match the dress."
"Good choice," she said, picking up a sleek black lace set. She also showed me a bold red option, but the black felt right…it was classy, yet undeniably sexy.
"This one," I said, holding up the black lace.
"Perfect," she said. "He's going to lose his mind."
After paying for my new outfit and lingerie, I rushed home to get ready. Once I'd showered, styled my hair, and done my makeup, I slipped into the dress and lingerie. The way everything fit made me feel confident and powerful, like I could conquer the world—or at least Scott.
As I stared at my reflection, I couldn't help but fantasize about how tonight was going to be. Scott's hot breath dancing against my skin, his skin against mine, his hands all over me and most importantly his dick inside of me.
I couldn't help but shudder with pleasure as I smiled at my reflection. "Tonight is going to be so amazing." I squealed, hopping on my knee high boots like a 12 year old that was just let out to party with her friends for the first time in her life.
I gazed at the mirror one last time, taking in my messy bun and my not-so-light makeup and a sly smile spread across my face. "Scott is so going to love this." I whispered, grabbing my coat and purse.
As I locked my door and called for a cab, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. By the time I reached Scott's house which was around 7:45pm, I was practically buzzing with excitement.
I did go late though, later than I was expecting but it was still fine, it's not like he knew I was coming or anything.
I took in a few breaths as I approached the door, trying my best not to squeal.
"After tonight, there's no turning back,"