"What the hell am I gonna wear?" Niya asked herself for the millionth time. "I can't wear this, it's too sexy and I can't wear this, it's too conservative," she looked at the clock. 6:34...she had until 8. She hadn't been on a date since...hell, she couldn't even remember. She was even tempted to call her little cousin, Jalissa to help her out, and then it hit her. "This IS NOT a date...so why am I stressing?" She hopped over the piles of rejected outfits on her floor and looked into her closet. She fumbled around her closet for a few minutes until she found what she was looking for. "Perfect," she said as she pulled out a jersey dress out of the back of the closet.
She walked into her bathroom and took off her clothes in front of the mirror. 'I'm sexy!' she thought as she looked in the mirror and then laughed at herself for being conceited. She ran a hand over her stomach up to her breasts, over her dark nipples. 'Do I have time?' she thought as her hand trailed down to her pussy, past the soft hairs to her soaked lips. 'Damn, I haven't been this wet in awhile,' she thought. She looked up at the clock, 6:57. "Fuck it, I'ma make time!"
She ran back to her room and dived into her covers, they felt so soft against her skin. She laid back against her pillow, her body so hot compared to her cool sheets. She spread her legs, allowing her hand to travel down to her pussy feeling the heat on her fingertips. She pressed down on her clit, "Mmm," she moaned as she felt the sharp sensation of pleasure. "I won't be able to do this alone," she said as she reached under her bed and pulled out her rabbit, the best investment she ever made. She rubbed the head against her wet pussy and then onto her clit, "Ah." she squealed as she closed her eyes, imagining a big, solid body on top of her, she began to push her toy inside. She was so tight, she hadn't been fucked in over a year, and she could barely put it inside of her. She turned on the vibrations and was in her own world, bucking her hips, moaning, letting her imagination run wild. 7:15, 7:16, 7:17, the time passed minute by minute. "OH, GOD!" she moaned, wiping her forehead and licking her juices off of her toy. She looked at the clock, when she finished. "SHIT, 7:46!" She hopped in the shower and washed away the evidence of her pleasure.
"She's gonna stand you up! You should've known! I knew it, I fucking knew it!" Brian cursed at himself. Here it was, 8:14 and he haven't as much as seen a car that LOOKED like her's. He walked into the restaurant, cursing under his breath, got a menu, and was seated at a table. He looked at the rose that he bought for her, "So much for this," he said. He saw a man sitting alone 2 tables down from him, looking at his watch, and repeatedly fixing his suit. Brian walked over to him, and handed him the rose. "No sense in wasting, you're lady will enjoy it," he sighed.
"Thanks, Man," the man in the suit said taking it, "you're a lifesaver."
Brian walked back to his table and waited for his meal.
"I hope that wasn't my rose," Niya said as she sat down in front of him.
"It WAS your rose; you were late, so another lady benefits from your loss." Brian said, hoping that she got his analogy. Her expression was almost worth the wait.
"So, because I was a little late you gave my rose away?" she asked, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. 'I'm going to turn the tables,' she thought, smiling inside. "You know, you might as well have bought that rose for another woman!"
"Maybe so, but what does it matter to you? This isn't a date, remember?" Brian joked, using her words against her. She had said that plenty of times before they left the gym 3 days ago.
"Of course I remember, I made that rule," she replied, careful not to be outdone.
"Sure whatever," Brian said, not wanting to ruin the evening before it even began, "You look nice," he said giving her body a once-over.
"Thank you. You look good yourself," Niya said looking at his arms. 'Yup, pretty damn good,' she thought to herself.
"You knew I was coming," Niya declared.
"Actually, I wasn't so sure," Brian said, "and someone wouldn't give me their number so I could check in."
