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longer.
    By the time they got home she wanted to take a nap, not get
dressed.
    But there she stood, in front of her bed where three outfits
stared back at her, daring her to wear one of them on her date.
    A date she didn’t want to go on, anyway. How did she keep
getting talked into doing dumb things? First the masturbation-a-thon, now this
date with Mark. Was she a slug with no backbone? Why couldn’t she just say no?
    “I know what you’re thinking.”
    She glanced in the mirror and saw Nancy behind her. “No, you
don’t.”
    “Yes, I do. You think you don’t want to go out with Mark.”
    “Okay, maybe you do know what I’m thinking. But look at me,
Nance. This isn’t me. This is someone else.”
    Nancy stepped behind her and grasped her shoulders, hugging
her. “No, sweetie, this is you. You just hide behind miles of hair and
loose clothes because you’re afraid if you step outside your shell, no one will
love you.”
    “Ridiculous. You psychoanalyzing me?”
    “I’ve known you since we were kids. You were the smartest
girl I knew, with big green eyes and a full smile that the boys would drool
over. But you never noticed. And eventually, they stopped drooling over you,
because they knew they weren’t going to get your attention.”
    She patted Nancy’s hand. “You’re delusional.”
    “And you’re in denial. Now get that gorgeous body into one
of those sexy dresses so you can strut your stuff and get laid.”
    “Nancy!” She pushed away and turned to her best friend. “I
am not getting laid.”
    Nancy crossed her arms and smirked. “I’ll bet you a million
bucks he has his hand up your dress before the end of the night. And if you
don’t call me tomorrow and tell me he gave you an ear-splitting orgasm, I’ll
resign as the resident meddler in your life.”
    “You’re on.”
    Hand up her dress. Ear-splitting orgasm. Nancy was full of
it.
    After Nancy left, Lara slipped on the short blue dress that
sparkled in the light like the aurora borealis, then teetered into the living
room on strappy blue sandals with heels that looked like they were made of thin
straws.
    She’d fall on her ass trying to dance in these things. But,
she had to admit they made her legs look long and shapely.
    By the time eight o’clock rolled around, she was
hyperventilating and wanted to throw up. But she was bound and determined to go
on this date, if for no other reason than to prove Nancy wrong.
    No one was getting their hands up her dress tonight. And the
only one giving her an orgasm later would be Bob.
    A soft rap on the door had her heart catapulting into her
throat. Sucking in oxygen, she opened it slowly.
    Adonis. Well, it was Mark, but it could have easily been
Adonis.
    Black pants, gray shirt that molded to his impressive chest
in a way that made her want to drool. Raven hair that her fingers itched to run
wild through. And a killer smile that curled the ends of his moustache upward.
    She’d never survive the night.
    * * * * *
    Mark stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open.
    Where had the frazzled little redhead gone? Who was this
gorgeous siren decked out in a sinfully short wisp of a dress, with her hair
cut and styled and showcasing a face that stopped his heart?
    And her mouth. Holy shit, that mouth. Visions of those full
lips wrapped around his cock had the snake coiling and twisting to life in his
pants.
    Not good. Not good at all. The objective here was to fool
her, not fuck her. He was supposed to garner her interest, not get into her panties.
    But damned if that wasn’t what he wanted to do right now.
Forget the date, forget the subterfuge. Just throw her over the nearest piece
of furniture, pull that hot dress over her hips and slide into what would
surely be a nice, tight, wet pussy.
    Ah, hell.
    “You look gorgeous,” he finally managed.
    The blush she wore on her cheeks only made her look more
desirable. “Thank you.”
    “You ready to go? I’m anxious to get my arms around you.”
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