I am alone today, so I decide to invite you over. You drive over and call the number on the front of the apartment building for me to let you up.
"Hello?" I ask in a small, timid voice.
You're a bit taken aback by the childish voice on the other side.
"Amanda?" you ask back.
"Yeah, I'll let you up."
You come up the three flights of stairs to find my door locked. You find this odd as usually you let yourself in. You knock and hear me run to the door. I open it a crack. You see me dressed in my schoolgirl outfit, complete with white kneesocks and panties, a plaid skirt, black bra, white buttondown and pigtails. You know it will be a little while until we go out to dinner.
"Hi! My brother's not home, but you can come in anyway." I say.
"What?" you think, "she doesn't have a brother. Maybe she's trying to act out that fantasy I wrote, that'd be really hot."
You come in to see MTV on the television, and a glass and plate on the ground. I run over and scoop the plate and cup up and set them on the endtable. You sit on the couch and I sit next to you, legs tucked under myself.
We make small talk for a little while and you try to flirt with me a little. I try to not flirt with you or act too quickly. I work hard to stay nice and innocent for you. You notice I keep shifting my weight.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Nothing, just, ah, let me stretch my legs out," I say. I push my legs over you so my legs cross your lap. You can tell I am becoming a little impatient with this game and me pushing my legs on your lap is a sign that I really want something to start. We talk for a little longer and then I remember you haven't seen my room since it's been redone.
"Do you want to see my room?" I ask.
"Sure," you reply, seeing the flirty little smile on my face.
