It was the day that Amanda had been waiting for, after three years of hard slog, her studies were now over. She knew that she'd passed the final examination, nearly straight A's in previous exams and her assignments, and studying hard for the last month or two had all but sealed it. When the results were out, she would finally hold a degree in business studies. She had become almost a recluse in the last few weeks locking herself in her bedroom to avoid any distractions while studying. At twenty three years of age, Amanda still lived at home, the best place to be when trying to further one's education and qualifications. Her loving parents supported her in every way and gave her the freedom to do almost anything she wanted, they never questioned the nights she spent at Nick's house; but they were silently pleased that those nights were curtailed as her final exams loomed closer.
That night, Amanda drove to Nick's house, they planned to go out and celebrate. Nick had arrived home late after getting stuck on a job. As an electrician just branching out in his own business, he couldn't just walk away leaving a job unfinished. She waited patiently as he showered after declining an offer to join him, his intentions obviously dubious. Sex could wait until later. Amanda was suddenly attracted by the beeping of one of his cell phones; he had two, one for work and the other for private use. After deducing it was the work phone, she inquisitively flicked the text icon with the intention to pass on any important messages to Nick, as she'd done many times before. Her heart froze as she read the message.
"Hi I'm lonely, do u wanna play 2 night?"
Amanda's blood pressure rose as she recognised the distinct phone number from which the text had originated. It was Carla's Robbins, a friend of a friend. After checking the shower was still running, Amanda deleted the message, then scrolled back through the call register and found four previous messages from the same number. She read them, all were invitations to meet. Amanda noticed with some relief that not one of them had been answered, she then scrolled outgoing calls and messages – thankfully none were to Carla.
Amanda sat back and digested the information, it was obvious that Carla was after Nick, but it would seem that he hadn't taken the bait, yet.
Tears appeared on her face as she considered the likelihood of loosing her Nick. He was her rock and the best thing that had ever happened to her, he supported and encouraged her to get her qualifications; he held her tight and kissed her when she got stressed out about anything and everything. She considered that she was lucky to have had him in her life for the last two years. She loved his rugged good looks and his lean taut body; she loved the way that he made love to her. How he made her writhe with pleasure with his tongue or nice big cock. Was all this now in jeopardy she asked herself? On more than a whim, Amanda walked into the bathroom and shed her clothes, she pulled back the shower curtain and climbed in beside her man; she reached up and kissed his smiling face. Her tears mixed with the warm water as he held her tight and kissed her.
The next morning after Nick had gone to work and Amanda returned home, she eyed herself critically in the bedroom mirror. Her shoulder length long hair was almost shapeless, her face looked tired and worn out. Her eyes dropped to her breasts; to her they were on the small side but more than ample as far as Nick was concerned. She caressed her breasts and then ran her hands down her narrow waist and navel. A thick triangle of curls protruded from between her thighs, only regular shaving stopped the spread going further. Her legs appeared slightly bigger, probably from lack of recent exercise; she turned and ran her hands over her curved buttocks and sighed in indignation. Had she got too complacent with her body since she had Nick, she asked herself? She knew that Nick liked her body and was quite happy to play with it at any given opportunity. Amanda then examined her wardrobe looking for something to put on, it struck her that it contained mostly jeans and old tops. Her thoughts turned to Carla Robbins and the way she dressed. The long-haired blonde was always dressed to kill, short skirts, tight jeans and always her large breasts on view for male eyes to feast upon. Nick always declared that he wasn't a blonde or a breast man, but could Amanda take that chance?
Over two cups of strong hot coffee, Amanda evaluated her situation. She could sit back and do nothing hoping that Nick wouldn't take the bait. Another option was to confront Carla, but Amanda didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Just maybe, it was time to make herself more desirable for her man; and Amanda smiled for the first time that day.
An hour later, Amanda sat in her favourite hair salon and watched as her longish hair was cut and transformed into a short scruffy look she'd earlier picked from a magazine. Next; was a facial, and manicure at a beauty salon. While Amanda was waiting, she inquired about a bikini wax. An hour later she lay back as a white coated sadist shaped her pubic curls into a narrow landing strip. She cursed and sure hoped all this was worth it. The clothes shopping took a little longer, after browsing several shops, Amanda made several purchases, dresses, skirts and jeans and tops to go with them. Next was new lingerie, the slinky stuff that Nick really got off on, but she normally too embarrassed to wear. By the time that two pairs of shoes and new makeup were added to the list, her bank balance had taken a substantial hit, but she didn't care.
At six o'clock that night, the new Amanda stood in front of the mirror. A burgundy top hugged her curves, a short black skirt showed off her tan thighs and legs below. The high black shoes only highlighted her shapely legs further. She had spent time on her make up, experimenting with different shades of lipstick and eye shadows before settling for pastels. She smiled at her transformation and twirled in front of the mirror in satisfaction. Heading for the front door, Amanda's mother laughed and complimented her daughter at her transformation, her father didn't, but his face painted a thousand words. Amanda soon found that driving with a short skirt isn't without its problems, a few passing male faces in trucks or high SUV's grinned in appreciation of the view below them.
That morning before Nick had gone to work, he'd asked her if she'd mind picking him up from one of his supplier's premises where he was having a few Friday afternoon drinks. After finding a car park and checking herself in the mirror, Amanda took a deep breath and entered the building. She noticed him straight away with his blue denim shirt, jeans and brown leather boots. Approaching Nick from behind and ignoring numerous admiring glances from others, she slipped her hand into his and smiled up at him.
"Hi, not too early am I?" she asked.
Nick's smile disappeared as his eyes feasted over his lady for a few seconds, then his face lit up with a beaming smile.
"Amanda, whatever have you done to yourself?"
"Got bored and decided to treat myself." she lied gracefully.
Nick held Amanda at arms length and looked her over, "You look absolutely fucking fantastic."
She smiled and gave him a peck on the lips, "Thanks. Shall we go? We're supposed to meeting the others for drinks. You've about time for a shower and get cleaned up."
The drive to Nick's home was dangerous. From the passenger seat, Nick ran his hands through her short hair as his eyes settled on her legs. Then it was wandering hands until she slapped his knuckles as it was sliding under her skirt. She smiled and then took his hand in hers, thankfully the automatic transmission enabled her to drive one-handed.
Once inside, Nick took Amanda in his arms and kissed her.
"Whatever have I done to deserve this?" he asked.
Amanda smiled and placed her arms around his neck bringing his lips close to hers, "Nothing special, it's just for being you. Now hurry up and shower, I feel like a drink."
She felt his hands slide up her thighs and under her skirt.
"You sure you wouldn't like to stay in?" he asked hopefully.
She grinned, "Not a chance, I didn't get dressed up to stay in. I wanna party a little; then if you're lucky, I'll let you have a look what's under the skirt."
