Now she just had to drum up the courage to actually wear them. One of the nice things about not eating enough was that her ass had somewhat come back under control. It was usually an embarrassment to her. It didn’t matter how much men looked at it (a lot), or how many of her lovers hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of it (most of them); she still didn’t like it. She’d always wanted to be sleek, athletic, but mother nature had given her something else entirely. Now she stood in front of her mirror fastening the top button. She was already blushing and she hadn’t even looked at herself yet. She could feel the clutch of the denim at the curves of her buttocks, molding them, and emphasizing their weight in contrast to the narrowness of her waist. She took a deep breath and walked out to the living room, her bare feet padding on the wood floor. Would he be on time? What a stupid question. She took one last look at her phone — 7:57 — before slipping it into her front pocket.
