5. ALEXI

Warren was forward, and I secretly liked that. I liked that he was giving me the option to have lunch with him, and then telling me we were having lunch anyway. He almost made it sound like I was doing him a favour rather than the other way around.

He gave me his number. I struggled to decide whether to text or call. I did neither. I wasn't someone who made plans; I liked it when other people did. It made me nervous.

He wanted to do something tonight. The idea had my stomach scrambled with nerves. He liked to play video games, and he liked the same movies as me. He even complimented me on my fingernails, but they were chipped. I'm surprised there weren't little blue flecks of polish on my lips from biting them.

Which meant I only had one option. Ask advice from my friends online in the forum.

BabyBoy69: He was flirting with you!

Alexxxi: No, he wasn't, he was just being nice. I don't have friends there; I think he just felt sorry for me.

BabyBoy69: He's into you! I thought you said you wanted to get laid, especially after what happened with Dennis. I thought you were ready to get back out there.

Alexxxi: I am ready... I think!

BabyBoy69: Have you texted him? He clearly wants to go on a date with you!

Alexxxi: I think he just wants to play video games.

BabyBoy69: Sure! *wink wink* You best text him!

Alexxxi: What if he's not interested in me that way?

BabyBoy69: What I do when I meet up with someone new for the first time. I wear clothes beneath my clothes, baggy clothes preferably to hide what's underneath. If they're not interested, that's fine, I still feel great, and if they're interested, they'll go along with it.

It had been a while since I'd been intimate with anyone. I wanted that; I liked being intimate. I just didn't want to feel hurt again. That was the one emotion I didn't know if I could handle.

In my small box room, sitting on my bed filled with plush teddies to comfort me, I was paralysed with choice. I stared into the open closet, fear in my heart trying to figure out whether Warren knew this side of me. All my different outfits made my skin tingle and fuzz prickle up the side of my cheek. I had memories with some of them, at least the memory of how I felt wearing them.

There was the French maid dress with the black and white, the silk and lace, the thrills. My thigh twitched and my toes curled to think about the stockings, followed by the warmth of memories. Like a hand as it tickled up the inside of my thigh.

BabyBoy69: Also, if you're not sure, you should wear a pair of dungarees, you still have that nice pink pair you sent me a picture of?

Hanging in the closet, they hadn't seen love in a couple weeks. The pant leg rolled up still. It was a nice colour, but it was pink, I didn't want to out myself. I thought the fingernails and the phone case would've, but it hadn't. And he still wanted to play games and watch films, even offered to make me food.

But I didn't know what his plan was until I texted him. That was something my anxiety was trying to overcome, and I was distracting myself by looking at clothes instead.

Grabbing my phone.

—Hi. I sent him.

Instantly, he replied.

—Hello, I was beginning to think you saved the wrong number.

—I actually had your number saved from the company directory. He continued.

I sucked in deep, my fingers trembling.

—No, no. I sent.

—So, do you still want to come over? We can play games. I have a couple consoles. Or we could watch a film and I can cook.

It was a lot.

I laid back on the bed and looked to the ceiling. This place was becoming more depressing by the day. Warren was offering me an out of this place, even just for the evening.

—Sure.

It was the only thing I could say. I didn't want to agree outright to anything yet. Maybe he wanted to do more than play games, or maybe he just wanted a friend.

—Maybe you can come over in an hour? I'll send you my address. If you live far, I can order you an Uber.

—Ok. An hour.

—Good! And that gives me time to shower.

He was showering. People didn't shower before meeting someone to watch films and play games with unless they thought they were going to be getting close.

Alexxxi: Ok! I texted him. I'm meeting him tonight.

BabyBoy69: Send me pics of your outfit!

Alexxxi: I still need to decide. Look at my closet.

Alexxxi: [image attached]

I'd never met Benny before, but we knew each other through the forum, and we'd been talking for what seemed like years.

BabyBoy69: Obvi the dungarees. Rainbow T-shirt. OMG! It's cropped. I support it.

Alexxxi: But I'll be cold in that.

BabyBoy69: Annnnd a sweater, the purple one. Is that the one with the bear on it?

It did have a bear on it. It was also fluffy on the inside. I'd slept in that sweater more times than I could remember. Sometimes I crawled into it with my knees pushed up to my chest.

There was a long mirror against the wall in the bedroom. It wasn't wide, it could only occupy the slither of wall to the side. And I was fairly slim, so nothing spectacular to look at.

I watched myself as I stripped from the clothes I'd worn to go to work in. I went all the way down to the lace underwear I wore under my boxes and beneath the black jeans. It was a nude lace, my cock filling out the front. I liked the way it felt against my skin. The lace and string up my waist, sitting on my hips. There was little hair above my cock. If I were getting laid, I'd need to shave that.

Removing the panties, my cock had a delicate lacy imprint from where it been pressed. I touched at it, only arousing the skin over my penis as it grew a little thicker.

Since meeting Warren, every time I touched myself, I'd think of his face, the roughness of his stubble and imagining how it would feel going down my neck and chest with his lips to lubricate a landing strip down my body.

I stopped myself before it went further than a semi. I needed to shower. If he was showering, then I should shower. I wanted to be prepared in case we were going to fuck. Thinking about it was a call to action from my cock, asking me if I was ready to board the arousal train. Not quite yet.

I didn't let myself go further. After a cold shower, only partly by choice because the boiler wasn't properly working, I rushed back to my room. There was a text from Warren and a notification from the forum.

Firstly, to the forum while I towel dried.

BabyBoy69: Did you go? I want to see the outfit!

BabyBoy69: Also, make sure to give me—or someone the address just in case you go missing.

Alexxxi: I just showered. I'm nervous.

I had my outfit picked out and laid on the bed. It looked soft and filled me with comfort and the warmth my heart and body craved.

It was going to be paired with some lace panties, because they made me feel complete and sexy. And of course, the stockings. The sensation of them rolled up my legs made my toes curl. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to imagine what tonight might hold.

I still hadn't responded to the text from Warren.

He'd sent me his address.

—Let me know if you need an Uber. Also, do you have any food allergies?

He lived about a ten-minute walk from me. I could use the walk to help me clear my mind, but I also hated the thought of sweating with anxiety.

—I'll send you my address. I just got out of the shower.

My heart was throbbing through my chest at the thought he would know where I lived, even if he didn't really know my living situation. Although, he had access to my address from work.

Feeling fine and fresh in the nice clothes, my body shuddered with excitement. I admired myself in the mirror. You could see the lace of the underwear up at my hip. I would need to leave the purple teddy bear sweater on to keep myself covered up.

I took two pictures to sendBenny on the forum, one with and one without the sweater.

BabyBoy69: I love it! Make sure to add a little pink on your cheeks and a little gloss on your lips.

Of course, that would complete the look and the feeling. Inside the drawer of the bedside table, I had a makeup palette of natural colours and blushes. I also had my tinted lip gloss and nail polishes in there too. In my small backpack, I packed a couple different nail polishes and Nintendo Switch.

For the first time since arriving in the city, I was feeling like myself. I dabbed a fingerin the eyeshadow palette; the pink, then lightly tapped it against my cheek and buffed it in with a circular motion.

I was pretty.