All day I'd been mauling over in my brain what to wear. I was still nervous not knowing if we were going to have sex or not. When I got home, I looked through my closet having no idea what to wear. If we were going to have sex, I'd want to have on cute lingerie and a sexy dress, not jeans and a t-shirt . . .
So when I looked through my wardrobe, I sighed in frustration. What the hell should I wear? I sat on my bed once again placing my head in my hands. I stood up, running to my kitchen in anger. I was frustrated. Pissed off. I have no idea what the fuck this means. We'll be alone, and subconsciously I know that if given the chance, I'll have sex with him. I pulled the tequila out of the cabinet, grabbing a shot glass. I poured myself a shot, not chasing it with anything.
Fuck. Another shot. Slam the shot glass down. Repeat. Now that I had the alcohol in my system I felt better making a decision. I decided right then and there whatever happened, happened. But I was going to be prepared. Cute lingerie and a sexy dress it is.
I pulled out my phone, entering my mom's name in and sending her a text.
Tarin: Hey mom, I'm going to the girls' house tonight. We're going to a party.
Telling her it was a party would explain why I would be dressed the way I was . . . sexy dress and all. I reached for the tequila bottle and the shot glass, putting it away. I grabbed my phone quickly when it vibrated on the counter.
Mom: Yeah ok dear. Have fun. U staying the nite?
She bought it.
Tarin: I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know once I know.
There, that should do it. I headed to my room, looking once again at my wardrobe. I grabbed out a short, tight dress. I grabbed my leopard printed dress. The one I never wear because it's so slutty. It was leopard print on the top half of the dress, up to about the bottom of my breasts. The rest was black, with a thick bedazzled belt resting where the leopard print and black met. The straps were thick, but the V-neck was deep, reaching right down to the belt. Perfect.
I threw the dress on my bed, turning back around to look at my collection of shoes on the bottom of my closet. I guess it didn't really matter what shoes I was wearing, I'd take them off once I'd enter his house. I grabbed a cute pair of sandals, knowing they'd be comfy, but I wouldn't be wearing them much anyways.
Now for my head. To curl my hair or to not curl my hair? I decided I'd curl it, and wear hoops in my ears, with my second row of ear piercings adorning a simple fake diamond stud. So maybe I was a little overdressed . . . They say it's better to be overdressed then underdressed, right?
I headed to the bathroom, turning on the curling iron. I didn't want to wear a lot of makeup, so I decided to give myself a simple smoky eye, using the littlest amount of eye shadow possible. I brushed my teeth before applying a simple pink lip gloss to my plump lips. I curled my hair, trying my best to make the curls lose and playful, yet sexy.
When I was happy with how my hair and face looked I walked back to my bedroom, checking my phone.
Mom: K, have fun. Let me know.
That handles my mother.
I toss my phone onto my bed, and walk over to my underwear drawer. I grabbed the cutest pair of underwear I could find. Cute, but sexy, and I slid them on, putting on the matching bra. As I walked back over to my bed to put on the dress, I heard my phone buzz on my sheets.
Louis: I hope your excited babe. Tonites gonna be fun. Pick u up in 10 mins love. Louis.
Tarin: Okay, babe. :)
I smiled, forgetting that I was still standing in my bra and undies. Whoops. I slipped into my dress. It was a tight squeeze. I hadn't worn it ever. It was too sexy, and I usually felt awkward whenever I'd tried it on. It literally showed every curve, every dimple in my body. I turned around to look in the mirror, admiring the way my ass looked. Damn.
I hooked my earrings into my ears, fixing the curls in my hair as I did so. I sat on my bed to put my sandals on. As I was putting my left sandal on, I felt the bed vibrate and I rolled over smiling as I reached for my phone.
Louis: ;) x
My cheeks flushed a shade of red as I thought about what that winky face could mean. Shit. Elicit thoughts ran through my brain. Me tearing the shirt off his body. His hands groping my breasts in the dark. The way he'd react when he saw my surprise under this dress. The way his face would look thrusting into me. The vibration interrupted my sexual thoughts.
Louis: Be there in 5 mins. X
I had to finish getting ready. I ran over to my bedside table, making sure I'd taken my birth control. Thank god I had. Now I'm just being overly nervous. What if he was a virgin? What if he didn't want to do this? Am I overdressed? Should I change? I should change . . . What if Tyler and his parents came home and we were in the bedroom together? What if it's awful? What if he sends me home with a peck on the cheek? What if he thinks I'm a slut?
I shook my head, the thoughts leaving my brain. I looked at the clock. Shit, he'd be here in another minute or so. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure everything was in place. I grabbed my phone, and purse grabbing keys to lock the front door on the way out.
As I locked the front door, I heard a car door slam, making me jump. I turned around to see Louis standing there staring at me, "holy shit . . ." I thought I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Uh, hey Louis," I said, as I ran forward running into his arms. I was so excited to see him, and though I'd never tackled him with affection like this before, my stomach was in knots and I hadn't known what else to do. He shook out of his trance, opening his arms for me to jump.
I jumped into his arms, looking down into his eyes, "I missed you," I said while fisting my fingers through his hair.
"You look so fit . . ." Is all he managed to say. "I missed you t-" I cut him off mid-sentence as I pressed my lips to his in a hurry.
When I pulled back away from his mouth, his eyes were wide, "hi," I breathed. He smirked and let me down gently.
"Are you ready to go?" He was still eyeing my body up and down.
"Yeah, let's go!" My cheeks were flushing a deep shade of red. I grabbed his hand, leaning up to plant one more wet kiss to his lips.
Louis leaned towards my ear, and the feeling of his hot breath on my neck made my hair stand on edge, "get in the car," he nearly growled.
And then he turned around, opening my car door for me like the gentleman he is.