Chelsea

going on an date with Brent

Before she left the mall she picked up some shoes and she decided shed buy some powder, mascara, nail polish, and some clear lip gloss. Sell out, she called herself in her head. All this money on a new outfit and make-up for a date with a guy shell never end up with. Whatever. Itll be a good experience and some free food from and awesome restaurant. Besides, she was always a little curious about make-up.

At home she waited until the very last to don her new dress so she didnt get it wrinkled or get makeup on it.

Five minutes before 7 there was a knock on the door. She knew who it was but she ran to check through the peep hole anyway. «Just a minute,» she called through the door.

Chelsea threw on her dress and froze, mortified. She couldnt zip up her own dress. She had to ask the dressing room attendant at the store to help her. What was she going to do?

Slowly she opened the door. Brent was leaning against the banister a few feet from her door. «Arent you going to invite me in?»

«Um, unfortunately, yes. I need a favor and this is really embarrassing. Please dont laugh.»

«What is it?» he inquired walking closer. Brent tried to push the door open but it was held closed. She sighed.

«I cant zip up my dress,» she said softly.

«Well, I cant help you if you dont let me in,» he replied teasingly and maybe a little bit flirty. He pushed the door open and found her clutching desperately to the long zipper that started just above her panty line. «Oh, one of those zippers,» he noted.

«Yeah.» Chelsea reluctantly let go other dress to expose her nude back. The dress had build in cups so she wasnt even wearing a bra. If it wasnt as tight fitting as it was, she could have slipped it over her head.

Brent studied her naked back. He grasped this zipper in his fingers and pulled until it stopped after only about two inches. «Its a tight dress, you might want to inhale.» He dare not say, «suck in.» She complied. He placed his hand on the small of her back at the base of the zipper. She all but trembled at his touch. Again he began zipping up her dress keeping his hand on her lower back. When he reached the top, his hand slid to her hip as he pulled her hair back over her shoulder so that it was behind her again.

«Thanks,» she said softly. «Let me grab my purse.» She walked over to where her purse was, took one look at the black and white checkered messenger bag and changed her mind. «Never mind, Im ready.»

«You look nice. The dress is hot,» he said causing Chelsea to blush.

«Thank you.»

Chelsea had never been to Juliards before. It was beautiful. The trip over was quiet except for when Brent broke the silence one time and said, «It looks good on you.»

«The dress?»

«The makeup.» He paused and continued after not receiving a response. «You looked great without it but it looks really nice.»

«Thank you,» she said shyly, almost inaudibly.

Chelsea couldnt stop looking at him. He looked amazing. White button-up shirt and a black pin striped blazer. So hot!

The maitre d seemed to have been expecting them and led them to Brents fathers table.

«Howard Hawkins. You must be Danica.»