A first date

Izzy repeatedly found herself getting distracted from the routine of washing; her mind was just elsewhere. She’d been waiting for today all week, and each day had been an opportunity to get herself even more psyched up about it.

A date! She’d really scored a date! It wasn’t actually the first time, not technically. But the handful that had come before had been silly little youthful “hold hands and watch a movie” playdates more than anything. This though… this was an actual, real, adult date!

Izzy’s pink pussy tingled, trying to remind her of what could come after the date, but Izzy determinedly ignored it. She wanted to actually focus on the personal connection; just a little at least. That said, if the night ended up with her naked and begging… well… umm… that would be nice too.

Her hand “accidentally” brushed over her teen folds, and she trembled, restraining herself. Self control, she thought. Self control is key…

The day was uneventful. Izzy had graduated high school a month ago, and she had the day off from her part-time job, so there was little to occupy her. The result was a girl who paced the house like a caged wildcat, fretting and checking the clock on her phone so many times that eventually her exasperated mother asked if Izzy thought she could change the time by looking at it.

Finally, the hour struck. Izzy—subtly make-uped and wearing an extra pair of panties in case she got too excited—checked her phone, rereading the simple "omw” from fifteen minutes ago.

There was a knock at the door.