David wanted to see me again. His wife and daughter were going to be gone for
days
. How long before he would reach out? I felt butterflies lifting from my belly when I finally woke up around eight am. The neighborhood was heading back to their normal routines after the holiday was past. Kids outside right now, building snowmen and starting snowball fights.
The neighbors would speak of it, no doubt, should I be seen heading over to their house while the woman of the house was gone. Unless it was planned carefully as to when I arrived and left, neighbors could be problematic. I had to be careful. Naturally, I may need to go home occasionally to keep up the appearance that nothing was going on. The weight of our affair was lifted when I realized we could see each other whenever we wanted to. It was just a matter of arranging it carefully. I felt like if we were going to spend time together, I should prepare for it.
I got into my car near the opening time of the mall, and found my way to Victoria's Secret. It was the day after Christmas, so naturally, there were lines at the department stores for returns. I was navigating my way through the crowds after visiting Starbucks. Entering Victoria's Secret, I immediately went to the lip gloss bins, since I loved their Beauty Rush flavors. I picked out strawberry fizz and cherry bomb, then carried on shopping.
What kind of wardrobe should I wear? I had the entire store to consider and I didn't even know David's favorite color. Would that matter? I doubt it. Perhaps going with my own favorite color would be better than his. With the approach of Valentine's day being over a month away, many of the styles were variant pinks and reds, but there were some bright blue winter lingerie sets that were now on sale.
I picked up a cream colored robe made from satin, a matching bra and underwear set in winter navy blue, and just for the hell of it, I also saw a beautiful dark rose baby doll and panties set that was outlined with gold trim. I couldn't contain my excitement and bought them. The clerk told me if I got another set, they would be half off the price. Following that, I indulged myself with another baby doll set in emerald green this time.
Swinging by their new line of strawberries and champagne bath set, I felt like I was going overboard, but I didn't care. I wanted my experiences with David to be nothing short of perfect. Granted, he liked me for me, but I felt the urge to groom myself to the best of my abilities.
The other visitation I did that day was to schedule a waxing session. I had been relying on a razor since I wasn't cheering for the next two weeks, but this was worth it.
After enduring discomfort from my more private areas being plucked clean, my skin was used to the after effects. The woman applied a cooling gel pack to my private area. The comfort was immediate. Then, an aloe vera based gel was applied to my skin. She noticed that the irritation and puffiness was simmering down, and I already had my after-care at the house.
I got into my car and made my way home. While I was there, two messages were on the answering machine. Playing them both, one of them was from my mother.
"Bonsoir, sweetheart! Hey, we're having an amazing time in Paris. I hope you enjoyed your time with the Richards family, and your Christmas gift! Use it well! Use it for college prep, haha! Anyway, I'll keep this short. We'll be home on Monday, and you'll probably be at school. We'll see you then, ma cherie! Love you!"
My brows raised and I wasn't surprised to hear that my parents were enjoying life. I was enjoying my life, too and couldn't wait to spend it with David. The second message played.
"Hey, Madison. Call my cellular phone when you get back home. 847-555-6060."
It was brief, but I knew who it was. I quickly seized the cordless phone from its charging base and my thumbs were a whirlwind in dialing the ten digit number, waiting for David to answer. It took two rings before he answered.
"Hey, Maddie."
He said, a hint of affection in his tone.
"Hi, David. What's up?" I took a seat on the couch, wondering if he was calling for the reason I thought he was calling.
"I'm on a lunch break right now, and had the thought that you'd swing by the house around ten tonight?"
Wow, so late. It was a little after one in the afternoon and I leaned back against the couch.
"Sure. What door should I use?" I asked.
"Patio door in the back. I'll see you then."
He answered.
"See you then." I couldn't contain my excitement. I bit my lower lip and hung up the phone first. I squealed aloud into the living room and quickly ran upstairs to get everything ready for tonight. I could hardly wait and wanted time to move quicker than it was. What would I do for 9 hours?
Well, there was plenty to do. I took some Advil, since it helped me with the skin swelling, even though it wasn't all that bad. After thirty minutes of a cold rinse between my legs, any irritation I had from my waxing was barely there.
I laid out all three of my lingerie sets and had to decide what color I would wear tonight. With my complexion, any of these colors would do, and now I wished I had asked him what his favorite color was while I had him on the phone. I was trapped in the dilemma for myself. Rose, navy, or emerald? Should I wear make-up? Should I shower when I'm there or shower right before I get there? So many questions! So much time to spend preparing!
I could barely stomach the idea of eating, but I didn't want to pass out. Something for lunch would be more than enough to keep me going, and I had plenty of leftover ham. A sandwich with a can of soda scarfed down, I was soon washing the dishes while stressing over every last detail. Ultimately, I decided to go with the rose and gold baby doll set. I liked how it looked on me, it would work with either lip gloss, and if I showered before I got there, the smell of strawberries and champagne would be on my skin.
Video games came to the rescue in killing time. I played Wolfenstein 3D without any computer issues. I was so drawn into the game that by the time I was making my way into the final levels, I noticed that I had about two hours left. Saving my game file, I closed it and shut down my computer. I walked toward the shower with my Victoria's Secret bath set in tow, a towel and neutral clothing I'd wear on my way to David's house.
The sensation of warm water and soap moving down between my legs felt ticklish after the waxing. I rubbed my hand over my smooth labia and felt how slick I was from the entire day of thoughts leading up to this. By the time I left the bathroom, I was washed, brushed, and my teeth were polished clean. I styled my hair into two French braids, each one resting on my shoulders in front. I decided to apply a light shimmer of make-up, some mascara, and eyeliner. I would apply the lip gloss when I got there.
Sitting in the living room with a book bag of clothes and particulars, I watched television mindlessly for half an hour, thinking about everything we were about to do. When it was about 9:55, I headed out. I went out the back door, at first looking around me to see that the houses behind ours had most of the lights out. I closed the door behind me, locked the deadbolt, and walked across the shoveled stone path.
Reaching the fence door, I stepped out into the alleyway between the houses and walked down the unlit concrete drive toward Allison's house. When I approached the house, all the lights were out, save for the bedroom light. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop as I opened the white picket gate and closed it behind me. Carefully, I stepped into Allison's footprints in the snow, aiming to keep my own tracks covered to not raise suspicion.
Approaching the patio door, I stomped the snow from my boots, then opened the door into the small mudroom that separated the basement steps from the kitchen. I closed and latched the door behind me, removing my boots.
"Hey," the sound of David's voice was at the bottom of the basement steps, and when I turned to face the black hallway leading downstairs, he opened the door to his den. It luminated the way down just enough for me to see he was waiting on me. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and his gray workout pants.
"Hey," I smiled and walked down the steps, following behind him into the den I had never seen in all the years I was friends with Allison. The main room had short fiber shag carpet in variant colors of burnt sienna to cream coloring in no specific pattern. The walls were painted dark gray and the lighting above were circular inset lights that were dimmed to half brightness. The central piece was an old furniture set that I remembered from when Allison and I were first friends. I thought they got rid of it. There was an old Zenith television that was about half the size of the one they had upstairs, and on the opposite side of the living room set was a pool table that was set up for a game.
The sound of a jazz saxophone was playing quietly in the background upstairs when he closed the door behind us and locked it. The basement was the size of the house, with separating walls of three other rooms apart from the main room. David led me toward the room down to the right, which was walled off and beneath the kitchen. When he opened the door, the light switch clicked and he dimmed four lights in the ceiling until setting a candlelight mood. The room was painted white, with a laminate-covered concrete floor and a black shag rug spread out beneath a four-post queen-sized bed on the back wall.
A bedroom set including a vanity desk and a dresser matched the bed frame. The dresser sat across from the bed on the wall next to the door with a TV sitting on top of it next to a VHS player. At the end of the wall opposite of the room's entrance was a door leading to a small bathroom.
He closed the door behind us and gently removed the backpack from my shoulder. Stepping in behind me, he wrapped his arms around my front and pressed himself to my backside. I leaned against him and held still as he unzipped my coat and slid it off of my shoulders. I was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck and flared bottom jeans. David's hands roamed down my front, bunching the hem of my turtleneck while he took in a deep breath of my scent.
"You smell good." He complimented. I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder.
