Date night with Abigail

The next day was a blur. Eleanor did some housework, played some video games, tried to focus on conversations and reading - but she was nervous the whole day, thinking about her plans for the night.

Eleanor hadn't expected Abigail to take control like that, or to be so forward. She was grateful for it, given her own lack of experience. And, if she was honest with herself, it turned her on. She couldn't wait for evening to arrive.

Finally, after washing dishes from dinner, Eleanor rushed to her room to get ready. She decided the look she was going for tonight was cute. She picked out a pleated black-and-white plaid skirt and a maroon cap-sleeve henley. Under that she wore a lacy white bralette and a matching pair of spandex panties that would hold her dick in place, even if it got hard (which she very much expected would happen).

She went for simple makeup, just a bit of eyeliner, and then put on white knee-high socks and a pair of black patent leather oxfords. She looked herself over in the mirror and smiled. Yeah. Cute.

She **** herself not to speed too much as she drove to Abigail's. She was anxious to get there, but not to the point of recklessness.

She rang the doorbell, and Abby answered almost immediately. She was wearing a pair of hip-hugging dark jeans that showed off her thighs - Eleanor tore her eyes away - and a white t-shirt with a deep U-neck - and again, Eleanor had to work to stop staring at her very visible cleavage.

"Hey! Come in!" Abigail said with a big smile, and led Eleanor to the living room. They plopped down on the couch, and Abigail said, "So. What would you like to do tonight? I figure we can go find something fun to do, or we could just hang out in my room."