The boys left the choice up to me—we could meet at their place again and eat takeout, or we could go to a restaurant on a real and proper date. After too much thinking, I decided it was better to go out. I wanted to dip my toe in and experience what it was like with them in the outside world, rather than waiting until we were all more invested. I reasoned that I could still back out if it was too awkward, but of course, I was already in deep, emotionally. I didn’t want to think about how things might fall apart if it became unbearably uncomfortable going out. After work on Friday, I ran home and showered. I shaved my legs then got out and put on a sexy bra and panty set with garters and stockings. It had been a long time since I cared about and put effort into how I looked, and I wanted to feel and be sexy. I wore a silky wrap dress that fit the bill, accentuating my curves perfectly, along with my highest heels. I did my makeup, dabbed perfume on, and fixed my hair in loose waves.
