Chapter 4: Rick Picks Me Up

When I looked at the clock I gasped. God, how could over an hour have passed? It seemed like only minutes since I’d sat down and started to masturbate. I quickly took a shower and washed my hair. As I blew my hair dry, I debated what to wear and how to look. They were expecting a college girl and not a hooker so it wouldn’t be right to dress up too sleazy. When my hair was dry I looked at myself in semi-disgust in the mirror. All those damn commercials and advertisements about the wonders of various hair products yet it seemed none of them worked for me as my straight hair hung down past my shoulders. What I would give for the full and bouncing hair that they promised! I finally just sighed and pulled it back, working it through a stretch ponytail holder. I’ve always looked a little young for my age and with my hair in a ponytail this way it made me look more like I was eighteen or younger than twenty-one but somehow I didn’t think the guys would mind. When I use to chat on-line the guys were more interested in me when I was eighteen than when I turned twenty-one. Heck they probably would have liked it even more had I said I was sixteen - or younger!

I sprayed on a little perfume and put on a minimum of makeup. Back in my room, I looked through my closet and debated once again what to wear. It was late November although you wouldn’t have known it from the weather. Maybe the scientists were right about global warming! Even so, it still wasn’t THAT warm! I ended up selecting a tight pair of jeans and white blouse. Not exactly the sexiest outfit in the world but I added a few extra touches. The blouse was sheer and underneath I decided to wear a black bra which showed clearly through the thin white material. I left the top buttons undone so it was open down to my cleavage.

Normally I would’ve gone without panties but knowing what was probably going to happen shortly I chose a tiny black thong to match my bra. It wasn’t the smallest thong I owned - it actually had some material in the back! What I liked about it was how it rode high on my hips such that it was barely covered by my jeans. Finally, I picked out a pair of black heels. They weren’t my fancy pair with the five inch heels but rather a more modest pair. Finished, I stood in front of the mirror and then turned around and looked at myself over my shoulder. Hmmmmmm, my ass was looking good in these jeans! I took a profile position and smiled as the bra lifted my boobs and made them look much bigger than they really were. To top it off, the blouse was so sheer you could almost read the label on the bra!

It was almost noon so I headed downstairs to wait for Rick. My mom was on the phone with someone and hung up just as I came into the kitchen.

“Hey girl, nice outfit!” she said as I approached, “Love the blouse by the way.”

I smiled at her compliments as after all, she was the one who had bought the blouse for me.! Actually, both of my parents bought me most of my clothes. My mom tended to go for the outerwear - jeans, blouses, shorts and such. My dad, on the other hand, was a regular at Victoria’s Secret since he started buying my first outfits. He loved to buy me slinky lingerie and fantasy outfits, especially for Christmas. In the past, he had dressed me up as a nurse, schoolgirl, French maid, and a number of other typical male fantasy figures. He was the one who bought me the bra I was wearing. I think the part he enjoyed most about buying me clothes was when I modeled them for him after he gave them to me - although taking them off of me was probably a close second!

My mom saw me as I looked at the clock and asked, “Soooooo, when’s my favorite nephew coming over?”

My mom had a naughty grin going and I knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Oh mom!” I said, trying to sound exasperated but not pulling it off very well, “He’s just picking me up and won’t even be coming in so don’t even think about it!”

She pouted but I knew she was just teasing me. It seemed that ever since she had first fucked Rick that she couldn’t get enough of his young cock. Well, who could blame her? Rick was nothing more than a boy toy for her and he knew it but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it! After all, how many boys can only fantasize about fucking their hot older aunt and here he was actually getting to do it!

“Well, I hope you have a good time,” she said, “You’re SURE that these boys are OK?”

“Rick said they were cool. He actually didn’t tell me much more than that but I trust him,” I tried to assure her, “Besides it’s not like I have to worry about being raped.”