I’ve been cleaning up coding messes all day and barely got my shit done in time for us to be going out.
Now Caroline’s taking ten months to get ready for a night out where she may or may not get laid.
I’m ready to drink. Relax a little. Maybe even get my own rocks off. I could use a way to blow off some steam.
I won’t lie, I was a little grateful to come home to such a mess with work. It meant I didn’t have time to think about what happened with Caroline. It was a distraction.
Sitting here waiting on her?
It’s too much free time.
She needs to get a move on so I don’t do something dumb like start thinking about things I shouldn’t be.
“Ready.”
I peel my eyes open.
Andfuck me.
Being best friends with someone for so long, you see all sorts of looks on them. The awkward seventies-retro phase. The choker and combat boots chapter. Even theIs that a dress or my mom’s shower curtain?stage.
The girl—no, thewomanstanding before me isn’t going through any of those anymore.
Caroline looks good.
Not the girl-next-door kind of good she always is.
More likeI’m going to ride you all night longkind of good.
A wine-red sweater dress is hugging her body like it was made especially for her.
And it probably was.
I heard her sewing machine running last night when I couldn’t sleep. I imagine she was in there working on this dress.
And holy hell did she knock it out of the park.
Caroline is a good designer, but sometimes she’s timid, letting her insecurities hold her back.
There wasn’t an insecurity to be found when she made this.
The neckline is deep, plunging where the dress wraps around her waist. Her tits are on display, but not enough to make her look desperate for attention. The dress is cinched at her waist with a simple sash, and it’s the perfect accessory, accentuating the curves she spends too much time hiding beneath loungewear.
Her long legs look even longer with the tall black boots she’s paired the dress with. Her lips are painted a dusty pink and her blonde hair is styled in loose curls that hang down her back, just begging to be pulled.
Sexy.
That’s exactly how she looks.
Dangerously so, too.
Caroline isn’t playing around.
She’s out to fuck…and I kind of want to be the first in line.
Theonlyone in line.
No. No lines. This is Caroline. The same one who was there when you got grounded because your moms found out you stole a porno mag from the gas station.