Chapter 1

Saturday morning I woke up early. I was already anticipating my date with Matt that evening.

I had met him at a party last week and we really had fun, at least from what I can remember. My friend introduced me to him early in the party and we hung out together the whole night - talking, dancing, and drinking. We developed a pretty good buzz together and ended up making out in a corner somewhere. Matt called me the next day and invited me to a movie later in the week. We grabbed a bite to eat and after the movie we had oral sex in the car. It was the most fun I had in awhile, as it moved me off a 3 month long dry spell.

Anyway, now it was the time of the month when I felt particularly horny. I ate breakfast and made sure I took my birth control pill. Matt and I hadn't made any definite plans for that night; we just agreed to meet at his apartment because his roommate was going to be gone the rest of the weekend to visit his girlfriend. It made me very excited to know we'd have the place to ourselves! I made my mind up that I was going to have wild sex that night, so I decided to start planning for it.

My dilemma, like a lot of girls, was figuring out what to wear. I really wanted to look irresistibly hot, so I started going through my closet. Dresses, skirts, jeans, heels... I had the black dress I wore to my formal last month, hmmm... I knew I looked really outstanding in it, but it wasn't really the thing to wear for a "no plans" date.

I decided to go for a comfortable-sexy look. I remembered I had a Hooters tank top from when some girlfriends and I stopped there once when we were trying to pick up guys. I bought one that was super tight on me, but never really wore it because it was just too shocking to wear in public. I tried it on again to check. I felt so sexy putting it on; I looked in the mirror and was so turned on when I saw my perky nipples, I could only think about it being ripped off my body by Matt. "That's it!" I thought. I pulled out a scissors and cut a V into the neckline, hoping Matt would see this as an invitation. Leaving off my bra, I put the top back on. "Damn! I look good!" I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror again. I almost wanted to rip it off myself and start masturbating right there, but held back, knowing what I was planning later. Over my Hooters top I put on my sorority sweatshirt - solid black with our letters on the front. On the bottom I put on a black thong and my favorite pair of jeans. Lastly, I slipped on a pair of black, low-heel shoes. I loved my devious sex plan; Matt was going to be in for a surprise!

I was ready! But I had a few hours to kill, so I went shopping at the mall. There were a few things I was looking for anyway, so I didn't feel like I was wasting time. I picked up a pair of shoes I needed for a wedding I was going to be in - way too expensive if you ask me for one day! I also picked up some bath stuff - I had finished the bottle of shampoo that morning. On my way out, I passed by one of those novelty stores with the gag gifts and everything, so I bought a small bottle of message oil and slid it into my front pocket.