"Hey," a friendly voice called out to Ashleigh.
She looked up from her notes to see Micheal plonking himself down next to her.
"Hi," Ashleigh said giving him what she hoped was her best flirty smile.
"So how are you finding campus?" He asked.
"Big," she said, "I've got lost like seven times."
"That's crazy," he said as he scratched the back of his head making a point of scratching the back of his head.
Ashleigh would have been blind to not notice the way his arm flexed as he did so. He was by no means an athlete, but he did look strong.
"So there's like this really nice coffee shop not far from here," he said looking her up and down, "would you like to go grab a coffee?"
"Now?" She asked. She'd been a bit distracted by his arms to fully register what he was saying until a slight bit too late.
"Yeah sure," he said kind of confused.
Ashleigh quickly threw her books into her bag and looked at him expectantly.
"May I carry the lady's books?" Micheal asked as he stood up and gave a slight bow.
Ashleigh blushed as she handed them to him, "What a gentleman."
"Hey babes," Erin answered on the third ring.
"Erin!" Ashleigh beamed. "I have so much to tell you!"
"Shoot" Erin said.
"So do you remember that Micheal guy I was telling you about?" Ashleigh was almost stumbling over her words she was so excited.
"Yes," Erin said.
"Well I ran into him at the library today, and like I think he was flirting with me, but I'm not sure. Then he invited me out to get some coffee, and he carried my books the whole way, now like that could just be friendly right? Or is that flirting?" Ashleigh raced through her words.
"I'm mean it sounds like flirting to me," Erin said.
"See that's what I was thinking, but then like what if he genuinely was just hungry? And the reason he carried my stuff could just be that his mom raised him to be a gentleman." She said, but before Erin could get a word in she continued, "and he did pay for my coffee, but then again that could just be the whole being raised right? He then also did ask me if I wanted to go out for dinner with him tomorrow night."
"Ashleigh," Erin said sternly, "that was a coffee date-"
"Are you sure?" Ashleigh asked.
"Yes, that was a date," Erin said, "and you have a dinner date tomorrow night."
Ashleigh squealed into the phone and started dancing around her room.
"So what are you going to wear?" Erin asked.
"Oh my God," Ashleigh stopped dancing, "I have no idea."
The two girls spent the next hour discussing outfit options, with Ashleigh sending pictures of every outfit combo while Erin critiqued them.
"Should I wear sexy undies?" Ashleigh asked with a bit of a blush.
"Absolutely," Erin responded.
"But like what if I'm not ready?" Ashleigh asked trying to keep the wining sound out of her voice.
"Look the way I see it, either you get lucky or you don't," Erin said matter of factly, "If you get lucky then fantastic, you're already prepped and ready to go, and if not, then you have the confidence of knowing that you're still the sexiest bitch in the restaurant."
"I guess you're right," Ashleigh chuckled.
"I'm always right," Erin said confidently, "that's why you keep me around."
"Now in terms of my lingerie," Ashleigh said, "should I match it to my outfit or-?"
"You're going out with a straight man right?" Erin asked.
"Um… yes," Ashleigh said, "Why?"
"Babes he won't even notice if your bra and panties don't match." Erin said bluntly.
"But then why do I even need to wear my sexy pants?" Ashleigh asked.
"The lingerie is for you," Erin said, "to boost your confidence. Wear whatever is going to make you feel sexy, but also nothing too uncomfortable, you do still need to eat in this."
After the call Ashleigh searched through her draws until she found a lacy little black set. She knew it was comfortable enough to wear, but would be an absolute show stopper in it.
She lay down on top her bed and thought about how she would look in her black set. She then thought back to the library and how Micheal had flexed his arms while scratching his head.
She slipped one hand into her pajama shorts and felt just how aroused she had become at the thought of Micheal. She thought about how she could see the muscles in his arms move beneath his skin, and she slipped a finger between her lips.
She was deliciously moist. She traced her finger across her folds, enjoying how they each had a different level of sensitivity. As she traced along it, she found one spot where it was the most sensitive. Shs thought to herself that this must be the clitorus. She squeezed it gently and a wave of pleasure washed over it making her gasp out loud.
She felt around, enjoying the immense pleasure that filled her as she went. She tried rubbing all around, then pinching her clitorus and then tapping all over, she even tried slipping two fingers inside herself.
She felt so much pleasure and euphoria wash through her. She wasn't quite able to bring herself to orgasm like Erin had, but she still thoroughly enjoyed herself.
