The Date
A black crepe spaghetti strap minidress. A funky pair of black high heeled pumps. A thin, black velvet choker. All bought for the occasion. All to make her look as irresistible--as delicious--as possible.
When it was all said and done, Beth had run up quite a bill in preparation for tonight. But it would definitely be worth it. This was to be a very special evening.
Earlier that day, Beth went to her health club. She hardly ever went before noon on Saturday, but she wanted to spend a few hours there and she knew that it wouldn't be crowded. She worked out for a good two hours, first hitting the exercise bike, then taking a step class, and finally doing some free weight work. She always liked the way she felt after she worked out, with the blood tumescent in her muscles and the endorphin rush. It always made her feel invincible. And incredibly sexy.
Beth stood before her full-length mirror as she slid her second pearl earring into place. She then stood and beheld herself. A vision of sweet, erotic beauty. She really knew what turned Richard on and, as she spent hours preparing herself--taking a long, luxurious bubble bath, smoothing moisturizer into her olive tanned skin, brushing her long, light brown hair, and applying more than a dab of his favorite perfume--she meditated on just what she would do to drive him wild tonight.
They had been an item for just over six months now. And what passionate months those were! Anyone who knew either of them well couldn't help but acknowledge their relationship was special. The kind of relationship that inspired jealousy among even the closest of friends. In fact, Beth knew that her good friend and roommate, Michelle, was terribly jealous of Beth's relationship with Richard, having just gone through a nasty breakup herself with a boyfriend of three years. But Beth tried her best not to let such envious feelings harm their friendship.
Beth met Richard at a weekend retreat for student leaders of the graduating class. Neither had met the other in their first three years at the huge state university, and now, in the remaining months of their undergraduate careers, they poured every last ounce of energy they had into this love affair. All the heated desire of youth--all the angst about an uncertain future after graduation--drove Beth and Richard into each other's arms night after night.
But this night would be unlike any other.
Richard picked Beth up at 7 that evening. When she heard the knock on the door, she felt a dizzying exhilaration. Walking slowly to the door, Beth tried to imagine what his reaction would be when he laid his eyes on her. Barely able to suppress a smile, she turned the doorknob and opened the door.
Standing there, dressed in chinos and a sports jacket, Richard's mouth gaped open for a second. "Oh... my... God," he quietly exclaimed, as his eyes ran over Beth's body as she stood there, elevated three inches taller than he by the door frame. He had never seen her in that dress before. She had never looked so spectacular. Like a model!
He swallowed hard as he tried to think of something intelligent to say, but his head was buzzing.
"You look so... beautiful," was all he could get out as he absentmindedly handed her the red rose he had brought with him.
Richard couldn't stop gawking at Beth. The way the dress' material clung to her body. Her legs, smooth and bare, still richly tanned from her Spring Break trip to Cancun. Those high heels, that choker, and the hint of warm, inviting cleavage revealed by the tastefully low-cut dress. Richard looked into Beth's smiling eyes and then at her glistening red lips. He opened his arms wide and placed one foot up in the door frame, hugging her toward him. As he moved close to kiss her, Beth held his chin back with the tip of her index finger.
"You like?" she asked, smiling ear to ear.
The bulge Beth could feel pressing against her leg from within Richard's pants was the only answer she needed. Still holding his chin with the tip of her finger, Beth planted a soft kiss on his lips--hers just barely parted, warm and moist.
"Just a taste," she thought to herself as she pulled back.
"Now, let's go party," she said quietly as Richard stared in awe at his lover.
He took her to a popular restaurant in town. The food was good, not excellent, but the atmosphere was romantic--dim lights, candles, soft music. He had taken her there several times before.
For a while Richard made small talk. Even though the two had been dating for half a year, he felt unusually nervous. The way Beth was dressed was most certainly part of it. Although she would have looked gorgeous wearing a potato sack, and even though she had dressed to kill on previous occasions, there was something different about her entire appearance this evening. The way she held eye contact with him all night. The mysterious way she spoke. Softly. Infrequently. Even the uncharacteristically forward way she flirted with their waiter.
Her fingernails softly raking his inner thigh under the table throughout the meal didn't do a whole lot to ease the tension.
It just seemed that Beth's every action was calculated to make Richard want her. And it was working. His erection had barely flagged since Beth answered her door that night.
The entire ride over, he thought of that brief kiss and the promise held in the gentle, sweet teasing of her lips. In his jeep on the way to the restaurant, Richard couldn't help but be distracted by the way the hem of Beth's dress crept up her thighs when she crossed her legs.
And now, sitting so close in the cushioned circular booth at the restaurant, her breath soft in his ear, the scent of her perfume enveloping him in its erotic embrace, he wanted to throw her up onto the table and fuck her right then and there! To push that dress up around her waist and spread those beautiful legs wide and slide deep into her, burying his face between her tits and making her scream in ecstasy in front of everyone in the place.
But, of course, he could only dream of it. And, oh God, those fingernails.
After dinner, Beth denied Richard's most unsubtle pleas to return to either her place or his, and she insisted instead that they go out dancing, as they'd originally planned.
Finally out on the crowded dance floor, after waiting in line for 20 minutes to get into the club, they danced. Beth snaked her hips to the funky beat, never missing an opportunity to press up against him or to shimmy down and straddle his leg. Richard kept up, but between all the looks Beth was attracting and his mounting desire for her, he just wanted to get her the hell out of there to some place where they could be alone together.
