The night of the encounter

It is Saturday and the moment has come, Emily sits with you as you get ready. You can feel her eyes going to your naked body. You are a little self conscious at first, but you realise that she is going to see a whole lot more of you soon.

Neither of you really say anything but from time to time you exchange nervous smiles.

You put on the bodysuit that Liz recommended under a red dress that you bought months ago but have never worn. You're hardly a curvy woman, but the outfit-- lingerie and the dress combined-- makes you feel like a sexual goddess. You really lay on the makeup, heavy eyeshadow, thick wings on your eyes, your lips bright red to match the dress. It's difficult to decide what to do with your hair, but you ultimately settle on classic movie-star curls.

"You look amazing." Emily says.

"Thanks." You give her a warm glance. "You should probably get ready too, and don't forget to keep track of my phone."

As if on cue, your phone buzzes with a text.

"Outside," Liz's text reads. "No rush."

You turn, kiss Emily on the lips without really thinking about it. She is surprised but returns it.

Breaking away you have a fit of giggles, then leave, bouncing down the stairs out the door and into Liz's car.