Kaye
An odd, nervous, excited energy filled me as I got ready for my first real date.
Of course I had been out with people, done fun things with them, and some of those people had been men. But to go out, one-on-one, in a distinctly romantic context—I had never allowed myself to do that before.
David had told me to dress up, and as I glanced in the mirror, I had to admit I looked good. I rarely found occasions to wear anything fancy, but I’d picked a scarlet dress that somehow made my green eyes shine even brighter and set off my dark hair perfectly.
I tried not to blush when I saw how the bright fabric clung to my hips and breasts and made my waist look tiny. I looked sexy. Hot. Not at all how I would usually dress.
I even had heels on.
The look on David’s face when I opened the doo
