Chapter 3: Getting Ready

Arriving back home my mom met me in the hallway and wagged her finger at me. “I warned you not to get carried away if you went over there,” she fussed, “Now you’d better get going if you’re want to be looking hot tonight!”

My dad stepped in the room and interrupted my mom saying, “Oh give her a break Mary, she looks hot just waking up in the morning.”

He looked at me and asked, “Was Kristen really that peeved that she didn’t get to come this time?”

“Well dad,” I said in a teasing voice, “she DID say you owed her one.”

My mom huffed and rolled her eyes as she walked away. I kissed my dad on the cheek and ran up to my room. Stripping off my clothes, I laid out my pretty dress and rummaged through my drawers to find a matching little black thong. At the bottom of my closet were my favorite heels. They were just four inches high which was more than enough for me. Anything more and I felt like I was walking on stilts.

As I was taking my shower I started to think about all sorts of things - how I would introduce myself tonight, what the guy’s cock would taste like, what kinds of things he would expect me to do. Then I thought of my cousin and aunt and I imagined them in bed now, in each other’s arms loving one another as only a mother and daughter can. I would’ve loved to have stayed and joined them - it had been ages since my aunt and I had sex together. She was really more into men her age and while she fucked my dad now and then, she and I only played once in a blue moon. I knew her and my mom still had the close relationship they’d shared since their early teenage years but they kept that relatively private and I rarely saw them do much more than kiss. All the time I was thinking of these things my fingers had worked their way between my legs and my fingers were playing with my clit as the water ran down along them. I heard the bathroom door open and my dad walked in just as I was getting close. He must have heard me panting because the door cracked open and he peeked inside.

“Need some help in there?” he asked with a sly grin on his face.

“Daddy, I’m busy!” I said, pretending to be shocked that he would interrupt me while I was masturbating, “Besides, you’ll be getting me later ... if you’re a good boy.”

He flashed a grin at me and left me to finish myself off which only took a few minutes more. Satisfied and clean, at least for the moment, I spent a while drying off and fixing my hair before returning to my room. Normally not a big one for a lot of makeup, I decided to use just the minimal amount although I picked out some sexy lipstick that accentuated my lips and smile. I left my hair loose - a ponytail just didn’t seem appropriate with a slutty dress. Looking in the mirror I debated whether or not to try to put some curl in. My hair has always been a source of frustration for me. It’s always straight and I’ve tried every combination of conditioner to get anybody to it. Technically I’m a brunette but that covers a broad spectrum of color and over the years I’ve tried various hair colorings. Probably the worst thing I experimented with was going blond for a summer. Looking back at those pics I cringe!

Eventually I had myself ready and I slipped on the thong. Ugh, I would have loved to meet the sadist who invented the damn things. Guys love them but I tell them they don’t have to wear one! Basically I walk around all night feeling like I have a wedgie! Oh the things girls do to satisfy men!