Chapter 2: Preparing for a Date With John

It was a Friday night and I was in my bedroom getting ready for another night out with John. He didn’t have anything special planned, just a movie and maybe some dessert afterwards. Looking in my mirror, I smiled as I imagined what was ahead of me. My denim skirt was tight and short, just like I knew John liked them. It hugged my hips tight and then flared out with a ruffle at the bottom to make it more girlish rather than slutty. Underneath was a pair of simple white cotton panties. Underneath my white tank top was a black tube top which was clearly visible. My hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail and I had just the minimum makeup on. A pair of white ankle socks and pink sneakers finished off the ensemble.

Actually, each piece had been selected with a specific motive in mind. The skirt, of course, was for easy access. I learned early on that trying to get a pair of jeans off and on in a theater can be quite a challenge! The white panties were for John’s sake - lending that “little girl” imagine of me which was enhanced by the pony tail and light makeup. I could have gone braless under the tank top, letting my nipples show through instead of the tube top. Instead, the tube top lent a little bit of naughtiness to the look, clearly visible yet saying he had to work a bit if he wanted my boobs. The sneakers were actually functional in that it was a lot easier to squat down in front of him in the theater with those than it would have been with heels (like I would ever touch my knees to those filthy floors!).

Suddenly I felt a tingle in my pussy as I imagined John pressing up against my panties, then moving them aside to explore my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and stood there with my hand pressed up against my crotch, feeling the warmth that was building up. Although I’d masturbated earlier this morning, it had still been a few days since John had fucked me last and I was feeling a bit anxious. As much as I loved touching myself, nothing beat the feel of a real dick in you. Several of my friends were still virgins and I often marveled at how they could deny themselves for so long. God, if I regretted anything it was I waited as long as I had!

With half hour or so until John was due, I figured why waste the time so I got on top of my bed and laid back against a pillow. Soon my hand was back between my legs and rubbing my clit through my panties. This was silly - John wasn’t here so the heck with the stupid panties! I pulled them down to my ankles and let my knees spread apart. My fingers moved through my pubic hair, spreading it apart to reach my clit and pussy slit. God it felt so good! For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I played with myself, imagining it was John touching me, licking me, even fucking me. When I finally came, I plunged my fingers into me as far as I could reach, remembering how good it had felt the last time John had fucked me and driven his dick in me as far as he could when he came. John loved the fact I let him fuck me without a condom. He claimed I was the first girl he had actually cum inside of - all the rest of them insisted he wear a condom. Too bad their moms weren’t like mine who took me to her trusted gynecologist to get me protected.