Getting home

As I get to my home Liz is waiting for me, leaning against the door.

She's done up in a variation of her goth girl look. Tonight she has a hoody on with the band Amon Amarth on it and she has a bigish bag.

"Hi!" she says excitedly then smiles, though something about that smile feels a little fragile.

I think to myself "She mentioned she had an appointment, I guess it didn't go so well".

"Hi yourself" My smile is quick with her. I had a great evening, and Liz's bubbly personality is pretty infectious. I unlock the door and beckon her "Come on in."

As we get inside Liz asks if I have anything to eat or drink.

“Help yourself to the fridge” I say as I take off my shoes and coat.

A few minutes later she emerges from the kitchen with a snack platter and has taken off the hoody, revealing a somewhat lacy corset that hugs her body and pushes her (admittedly not small) breasts up.

The corset almost vanishes into the dark pants - but a hint of skin like moonlight peeks between waistline and corset. She’s taken off her platform doc martens.

She smiles at me as she plops herself down on my bed and says “Tell me about your date!” Then grins “Was it a date?”

I feel myself blush and she literally claps her hands and says “I knew it!”.

I spend the next little while telling her about the dare with Jane and she grins.

“Oh? Put her in her place!? I love that!” She turns her gaze to Chantal on my desk “Speaking of.. I want you to do something for me.”