Chauncey and I hung out the whole day.
Tiffany came over my house around five to join us and help me get ready.
Once Chauncey left we got straight to work.
“Where are all the slutty dresses?” she asked looking through my closet.
“I don’t have any,” I said curling my hair.
“What’s this I see?”
“What?” I asked looking over at her. She pulled out a red dress and smiled at me.
“No,”
“Come on, try it on,”
I rolled my eyes and fixed my hair up a little bit before I took the dress and walked into my bathroom.
I slipped it on and looked in my mirror.
I looked pretty damn good, in all modesty.
The dress was short enough to show off my legs and had a nice neck line to show a little cleavage. The dress hugged my body perfectly.
I walked out of the bathroom and Tiffany’s eye got big.
“You little sexy slut. Turn around”.
I spun around slowly smiling at her. “I look good, but it’s Jerry, I don’t think so,”
“Aw, come on. Chauncey will be there,”
“True…”
“Wear these heels,”
I put them on and stood up. “You look hot. Okay, make up time, my little Barbie doll,”
Minutes to seven, Tiffany left wishing me good luck.
I waited down stairs for Jerry.
The doorbell rang and I opened it.
“Hey there,” I said smirking. Jerry’s mouth fell open once he saw me.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he stuttered.
I locked up the house and Jerry put his arm around me leading me to the car.
“You look amazing,” he whispered in my ear.
“You don’t look that bad yourself. You clean up well,”
Jerry opened the car door for me and I smiled at him as a thank you.
I called Chauncey and told him that we were heading over to the restaurant now.
They were already on there way there.
“So,” Jerry said trying to start the conversation. “You’re looking all sexy for me?”
“You can pretend that,”
“I will,” he said taking me hand and kissing it. Jerry didn’t let go of my hand until we reached the restaurant.
Once we got out of the car my stomach was filled with butterflies. Chauncey has never seen me like this before.
I sighed and linked my arm with Jerry’s.
He opened the door for me and I walked in.
The waiter looked at me and blinked a few times before clearing his throat.
“Do you have reservations?” he asked as Jerry put his hand on the small of my back.
“Chauncey Williams,” Jerry said.
