Poppy
I held up a pair of black panties, biting my lip. I’d spent the last twenty minutes staring at underwear, trying to pick out the perfect pair. I’d been a bundle of excited nerves all afternoon, my heart alternating between skipping lightly and pounding when I thought about what I was about to do.
I chose a black, lacy thong with a matching b*a and tiptoed into the bathroom. Earlier, I’d dropped Connor off at my parents’ house, where he was spending the night. Rather than admitting I was going out to get laid, I had told my parents I was meeting up with someone from school to work on writing and would probably be out late. It was almost true, right?
After I’d shaved and moisturized, I carefully applied eye liner, mascara, and a nude lipstick. I smiled in the mirror to check the ef
