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"I'm not wearing that," I stated emphatically. Pete held up a really slutty dress.
"Come on, it'll bring out the color of your eyes," he teased.
"Yeah, 'cuz that's what guys will be looking at," I rolled my eyes and turned back to the clothes rack. "Can't I be a classy slut?" I asked.
"I guess," Pete replied, faking annoyance. I just laughed under my breath and continued searching. Eventually I made it to the dressing room with some dresses. I came out in a strapless blue dress that stopped a few inches above my knee.
"Well?" I asked Pete as I scoped myself out in the mirror.
"Definitely," he said. I turned to look at him and he was checking me out. And very obviously.
"Don't look at me like that," I scolded him.
"Hey, I could be your 14, 15, 16, and 22." He joked. I just rolled my eyes and walked back into the dressing room to try something else on. There's no way he'd be any of those.
I tried on a few more outfits before I paid and we left. "So, where shall we go tonight?" I asked him. He bit his lip in contemplation. I couldn't help but stare at his mouth.
"Well, one of my friends always goes to this one club with his wife. We could see if they're up for going and check it out." Pete recommended.
"Sounds good. Well, I'm going to head home. Just text me," I said, starting to walk off towards my car.
"Uh... okay. See ya," Pete answered with a little wave and continued walking. I climbed into my car and drove home.
As I hung up my new clothes in the closet, I realized that I most likely hadn't done a lot of things on the list because I was avoiding them. I mean, I dressed like a 15 year old girl. I'd also seen my share of friends let their grades slip because of a social life. I had priorities, and I stuck to them. I'm just glad that I stole Pete's coffee that day, because I could cram 10 years of experiences into 1 year. At the rate Pete had me going, a matter of weeks.
That night I'd decided to wear the v-neck floral print dress I'd bought that day. I felt like it showed off my best asset: my breasts. I curled my hair and put on makeup, something I rarely did. I was hoping to get 14 or 15 done tonight. Maybe both?
I heard a honk, signaling that Pete was waiting outside for me. I grabbed my purse, threw on my gladiators and left, locking the door behind me. I hopped into the passenger seat and pulled my seat belt on before greeting Pete.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
"Damn, you look way different."
"Well, this is what effort looks like," I laughed a little. Pete's eyes fell from my face to my chest. "Hey!" I called, getting his attention.
"I'm a man, what do you expect?" He laughed, putting the car in drive and heading off. I hated how he kept checking me out. I don't want to like him and his flirting is going to make that hard. I mean, he's incredibly hot so that's already a problem. I need to get this list done and I really hope he doesn't become a distraction.
"I'm not wearing that," I stated emphatically. Pete held up a really slutty dress.
"Come on, it'll bring out the color of your eyes," he teased.
"Yeah, 'cuz that's what guys will be looking at," I rolled my eyes and turned back to the clothes rack. "Can't I be a classy slut?" I asked.
"I guess," Pete replied, faking annoyance. I just laughed under my breath and continued searching. Eventually I made it to the dressing room with some dresses. I came out in a strapless blue dress that stopped a few inches above my knee.
"Well?" I asked Pete as I scoped myself out in the mirror.
"Definitely," he said. I turned to look at him and he was checking me out. And very obviously.
"Don't look at me like that," I scolded him.
"Hey, I could be your 14, 15, 16, and 22." He joked. I just rolled my eyes and walked back into the dressing room to try something else on. There's no way he'd be any of those.
I tried on a few more outfits before I paid and we left. "So, where shall we go tonight?" I asked him. He bit his lip in contemplation. I couldn't help but stare at his mouth.
"Well, one of my friends always goes to this one club with his wife. We could see if they're up for going and check it out." Pete recommended.
"Sounds good. Well, I'm going to head home. Just text me," I said, starting to walk off towards my car.
"Uh... okay. See ya," Pete answered with a little wave and continued walking. I climbed into my car and drove home.
As I hung up my new clothes in the closet, I realized that I most likely hadn't done a lot of things on the list because I was avoiding them. I mean, I dressed like a 15 year old girl. I'd also seen my share of friends let their grades slip because of a social life. I had priorities, and I stuck to them. I'm just glad that I stole Pete's coffee that day, because I could cram 10 years of experiences into 1 year. At the rate Pete had me going, a matter of weeks.
That night I'd decided to wear the v-neck floral print dress I'd bought that day. I felt like it showed off my best asset: my breasts. I curled my hair and put on makeup, something I rarely did. I was hoping to get 14 or 15 done tonight. Maybe both?
I heard a honk, signaling that Pete was waiting outside for me. I grabbed my purse, threw on my gladiators and left, locking the door behind me. I hopped into the passenger seat and pulled my seat belt on before greeting Pete.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
"Damn, you look way different."
"Well, this is what effort looks like," I laughed a little. Pete's eyes fell from my face to my chest. "Hey!" I called, getting his attention.
"I'm a man, what do you expect?" He laughed, putting the car in drive and heading off. I hated how he kept checking me out. I don't want to like him and his flirting is going to make that hard. I mean, he's incredibly hot so that's already a problem. I need to get this list done and I really hope he doesn't become a distraction.
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