Amber

That night, after shaving my legs, so they were smooth and sexy, I
carefully painted my nails a fiery. I dressed up in my sexiest outfit.
A blue skirt, that came down to just a little above my knees. A tight
blue and white sweater. Underneath I wore a white bra, 34b, stuffed
with some old nylons, white bikini panties, and pantyhose. Of course I
had my clunky shoes on. I put on a pair of clip on dangly earrings,
and a little heart necklace. I took my purse with my keys, some
lipstick and makeup, and a few dollars. Working up my courage, I left
a little earlier then usual. I must have stood outside his door for
five minutes before I actually knocked. He wasn't there, my heart
sank. I must have went back a dozen times, before I gave up. Filled
with disappointment I sat in my room. I thought, I can leave a note!
Carefully I started writing one. After a few tried, I finally settled
on, "stopped by to see you, I'll try again tomorrow night." When it
came time to sign my name, I paused, I couldn't give him my actual
name. I needed a girl name. "Crissy, that's a good one," I thought. So
I signed it that way, with a little heart over the "I". I slipped out
of my room and slid it under his door.


The next day seemed to drag by. Finally I went home and changed,
repeating the same process as the night before. I again stood before
his door. Timidly I knocked. The door quickly opened. Before me stood
the man from two nights ago. He smiled, "Hi Crissy, come in cutie, my
name is Charles, but my friends call me Hollywood." Hesitantly I
entered, trying to remain as calm as I possibly could. No one had seen
me like this, except this guy. Hollywood? What kind of name was that?
Swaying in my heels I found my way towards the couch. "Sit down, want
something to drink?" "Y-y-yes, p-p-please" I managed to say. I sat at
the edge of the couch, trying to primly keep my knees together, as I
tugged my skirt down.

Bringing in two glasses, along with a bottle of beer, and a bottle of