Calle hung up the phone and sighed contentedly.
Trevor was on his way over to pick her up for dinner.
It was their four-year anniversary. Trevor was the perfect boyfriend for her: he loved dance music and loud clubs, he spoiled her rotten and cooked for her when he had the time.
Tonight's celebration would prove to her that he was husband material. She'd been preparing him to be a loyal and loving husband, and tonight she would make her move and propose.
Calle ran into her room and yanked her closet doors open. The large walk-in closet held four years worth of clothing treasures Trevor had found for her. She slid the clothes on the racks aside, one-by-one, looking for the dress. She knew it was in the closet somewhere.
"Hello? Dress, where are you?" Calle asked aloud in a singsong voice as she turned to the third rack, realizing that the dress wasn't there.
"Hey Calle! What the hell are you doing in there?" Heather's voice called down the hallway.
"The dress I was wearing the night I met Trevor, have you seen it?" Calle replied and went out to the living room where Heather, her roommate, was watching television. Heather was a shorter girl, about five foot two, but she probably weighed close to a hundred and sixty pounds. She was very well endowed, but it was all proportionate. Her long brown hair hung loosely past her shoulders and she had deep set brown eyes that Calle often noticed were skittish. Her pouty mouth was always done up in deep red lipstick, although that was usually the only makeup she wore. Her nails were always bit down as far as they could go without being painful.
Calle wondered what it was that she'd seen in Heather to invite her as a roommate in the first place, but she'd kept up her part of the bargain for a good three years now, and was pretty much Calle's best friend. Not a best friend who she shared intimate secrets with, that privelege was reserved for her older sister Louise. But Calle enjoyed the time she and Heather spent together in the apartment, playing board games, watching movies, gossiping about celebrities. Not an active friendship, as Heather had college classes and was usually out with boyfriends, but a comfortable friendship that Calle found stable.
"Have I been here that long?" Heather asked sarcastically and turned to face Calle, "God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just haven't seen the dress. What's wrong? Calle, you look like you're going to cry!" Heather jumped to her feet and went to her friend.
"I can't find the dress! I need to find it for tonight Heather. Come and help me look, you're good at finding lost shoes, maybe you'll excel in the dress industry."
Calle grabbed Heather's arm and pulled her down the hall to her room. She stood Heather in front of her closet.
"I've already searched it, but maybe you'll find it." Calle turned to her twelve-drawer dresser and began to go through the drawers.
"What does this dress look like?" Heather asked from deep inside the closet.
"It's purple velvet, short, with long sleeves and it laces up at the back, you'll know it when you see it."
"Okay, if you say so. So, are you really going to do it tonight? Propose?"
"Yeah, it's been three years since he proposed to me, but we'd only known each other a year and a half. Now we've known each other four and a half years, and we've had a great relationship so far. I think I'm ready to take it to the next level now."
"You've actually kept your virginity this long?"
"Yeah, why so shocked? I don't believe that it's safe out there to be doing it with everyone. But now I think that I'd like to finally go all the way with him. I mean I am twenty-three now. I think it's time, don't you?"
"I thought it was time six years ago when you were going out with that Jason guy. I saw pictures, he was cute, what was the problem with you two anyway?"
"He slept with some other girl when we were together because I wouldn't give in and sleep with him. So I dumped his ass. I felt I deserved better than him."
"And Trevor is definitely better, God, he's an angel, wherever did you manage to find him anyway?"
"He walked into the ladies' room at a club one night, and I directed him to the men's room. Then he came to thank me later when I was dancing with some guy that was getting too friendly, and Trevor took him out. Just punched his face in, without even hesitating. I just fell for him right there, he was, I don't know, it was almost like love at first sight."
"How did he react when you told him you didn't want to sleep with him? Did he freak or what?"
"Actually, we were making out one night and he went for the zipper on my jeans, so I stopped him and told him. He agreed that it was probably a good idea, a safe one for sure, and he was cool with it. I thought that he'd pressure me at some point along the line, but he's been so supportive of my decision."
"Wow, he's such a doll. Oh! Calle! The dress! I found it!" Heather exclaimed and handed the purple dress to Calle.
"You are the best, thank you so much. Now get out, I've gotta get changed."
"Nice, thanks and get out, gee, what a friend." Heather laughed and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Hmm, I hope I still fit into this thing, it's been so long since I wore it." Calle held the dress up in front of her and stood facing her mirror. The dress looked to be a little on the small side. Calle had filled out in the chest and hip areas a little more than she'd expected.
"Well, I guess the only way to find out is to try it on." Calle stripped out of her jeans and T-shirt. She paused to look at her body in the mirror and just stared at her reflection for a moment.
She stood five feet, eight inches tall, and her frame was very slender. She had the right curves in the right places, but she only weighed a hundred and thirty five pounds. She sported an ample B-cup and had one of those asses that look amazing in a pair of tight jeans. Her hair was long, about halfway down her back, and it was bottle blond, pale blond. She had light blue eyes that glittered in the sunlight. They darkened with her mood too. People used to call her a chameleon when she was younger and she'd always liked that. Her nose was small on her oval face, with a little upturn at the end of it, and her lips were full and luscious.
A red and green tattoo of a rose covered a five-inch length of her thigh; the flower itself was on her bikini line, the stem trailing down her thigh a few inches. She had gotten the tattoo just before she'd met Trevor, thinking she wanted to do something outrageous that no one would know about. Then she met Trevor a week later, but he hadn't seen the tattoo until they'd gone swimming three months after that. He'd thought it was very dangerously close to her private parts, but hadn't made any other comments.
Calle shook herself from her thoughts and began to rummage through her dresser for a pair of black tights, her miracle bra and matching panties.
She pulled the dress on and found that it fit snugly. Almost too snug.
"Heather! Help me!" Calle cried as she stood looking at her reflection in horror. She didn't dare move, afraid that the dress might tear a seam.
"What's wrong?" Heather burst into the room. She looked Calle over and shrugged her shoulders, repeating her question.
"It's too tight isn't it? I'm afraid to move. Heather! I have to fit in this tonight, I just have to!" Calle whined and turned slowly to let Heather see the back of the dress.
"It's not that bad, you just have to loosen the ties at the back here, it's going to be fine, don't worry, here, how's that?" Heather stepped back and looked at Calle again.
