Don't Change

Elizabeth decided that the work outfit would be fine. After all, it was supposed to be the sexiest new fashion of the summer according to that pervert Paul. Maybe Sam would like it, considering she had dressed more conservatively on their other dates.

She moved into the bathroom, where she kept her makeup in a little box on the counter. Carefully, she applied some mascara and eyeliner to complete her look. She ran a brush through her hair a couple of times before spraying a dab of Happy on her neck. Perfect!

The digital clock read six, which meant Sam would be knocking soon. She checked herself over one more time and noticed something strange. Reaching under the skirt, she felt a wetness that had penetrated the cotton material.

"No way," she said. "There is no way that dream did this to me."

She reached under the elastic band and ran her finger between her legs. She felt the moistness of her sex on the tip of her index finger. It sent a surge of pleasure up her body that left her shivering.

"I can't do this now," she thought quietly to herself. A loud banging noise came from downstairs.

"That's him!"

Elizabeth grinned at herself in the mirror and a dirty smirk came across her face.