I spent the couple of hours before our little date trying on outfits in my bedroom. I kept checking myself out in the slender, full-length mirror I had, but there are only so many ways that you can rearrange jeans and t-shirts. And none of those ways showed any skin or felt that sexy. I could hardly be blamed for my plain wardrobe; I didn't exactly have much to dress up for these past two years with boring Stuart.
I decided to check Megan's room. She wouldn't mind—I needed to grab the lube anyway.
It didn't take long for me to find a black, flared mini skirt to try on. It stopped just a touch higher than mid-thigh and showed off my long, toned legs. I continued my search, looking for a top. A few that I pulled out showed off a bit too much skin for my liking, but I finally settled on a s
