"You look so fuckable!" I said to myself in a high pitched voice.I wiggled my ass as I tiptoed over to the wardrobe, grabbing my sexy V-neck lace up p...arty dress and pulling the tight polyester material over my stockings. I stood for a few minutes in front of the mirror snapping off some selfies, posing as sluttily as possible to create the appearance of a girl.I couldn't wait any longer, snatching my laptop and logging into my sex profile to see who else was online. Several notifications. His heart raced. Of course his friends had pointed her out to him when she showed up. They'd said, "God, Matt, aren't you going to go talk to her?" Now he prayed they would keep their mouths shut.Terry saw her coming their way first, and started poking Matt and laughing. She stared straight ahead and ignored them."Aren't you going to talk to Matt?" asked Michael loudly. She ignored him, she was already talking to the coach, but he knew she must have heard."Shut up!" he told him. "Leave her. Welcoming you at the door, I ushered you into the tiny candlelit dining room. When you sat, the candlelight sparked off your eyes. You wore a black v-neck cashmere sweater that hugged your arms, shoulders, and chest. The sight of you left me breathless. In our nervousness, neither of us could stop talking. You babbled about comics you loved. We argued over the quality of light in John Singer Sargent and Albert Bierstadt works. Your leg bounced against the table as my heart bounded across my. She giggled cutely and just as fast as it began, the kissing and touching stopped. She moved back and opened the closet suggestively putting weight on the hip. A moment later, she tugged a cream blouse off a hanger and slipped into a little peasant top that showed off the flawless physique and the muscled definition of her well developed abdomen.She grabbed a pair of low heeled white strapped sandals, and turned to Eric again, and say daintily on his lap and slipping into the strapped sandals.