Lucy, my best friend, was as excited about my date as I was. She helped me choose a long red satin evening dress, strapless with a full flowing skirt. White evening gloves and a gold necklace completed my outfit. Simple but elegant.
She pinned up my long blond hair allowing cascading curls to fall around my shoulders. She helped me apply my make-up and the overall effect was astonishing.

'I can hardly believe it's me,' I said staring at my reflection.

'You look beautiful,' she said.

'I'm nervous. I don't know why I said yes to Michael.'

'You're going to have a fantastic time. I want to hear all the juicy details when you get home,' she said laughing.

Michael arrived promptly at six, with a corsage, that he fitted to my wrist.

'Wow,' he said. 'You look absolutely beautiful. Turn around. I can see I'm going to have my hands full keeping the guys away from you tonight.'

I blushed furiously.

'Have fun, you two,' Lucy said, giving me a wink.

I knew what she was thinking. The problem was, I'd never gone further than just kissing. I knew hardly anything about sex and was too embarrassed to ask anyone.

The meal was delicious even though I didn’t eat much. I was so nervous. We danced the night away and everyone said what a wonderful couple we made.

On the drive home, Michael pulled up at a curb saying he was the luckiest man there tonight. I sat there blushing, wondering what would happen when we got home.

Shutting the front door quietly, Michael turned, grabbed me and roughly pushed me against the wall. He pressed his body close into mine, his mouth descending hard, forcing in his tongue as we kissed. I flushed nervously, trying to respond as he expected.

His hand tugged at my dress, slowly inching it upwards as he continued to kiss me. Then his fingers were on my leg, touching me, sliding up higher. I could hardly breathe. He pulled my hips into him, closer and closer as his mouth sought out my neck, shoulder and then the swell of my breasts.

I was frightened by his forcefulness. I pulled his face away from my breasts gasping for air when I felt his fingers stealing their way back along the top of my panties towards my pussy.

Then abruptly he broke the embrace apologizing for being so rough. He led me to the couch where he held me in his arms, stroking my hair, kissing me more tenderly.

'Melissa,' he said, 'see what you do to me. I'm sorry. I can't seem to control myself.'

'Don't be sorry,' I said shyly, looking down in my lap where my hands were clasped firmly together.

Using his middle finger under my chin, he forced my face up to his. I looked into his eyes. I wanted to want him as much as he wanted me. I just wasn't ready and he knew it.

'I think I’d better leave,' he said kindly.

'I'm sorry,' I said.

'Don't be,' he said. 'There'll be other nights.'

What did I think I was doing?

His kissed me good night and pulled the door shut behind him. I couldn’t believe this had happened. The man was gorgeous, and he wanted to be with me, yet I didn't want him. What was wrong with me?

Turning off the lights I hurried to my bedroom, wanting to strip naked and explore my body. I needed to masturbate to release tension.

I looked into the mirror and saw myself as he had. Hair messy and tangled, my lips slightly swollen, mascara smudged, my dress crushed and wrinkled from our embrace.

I stood there, slowly stripping myself out of my clothes, as I would have liked to have done with Michael. I ran my hands over my body, massaging my breasts, pinching the nipples, pulling them out, making them erect. I loved the feeling of wetness between my thighs. I hugged myself turning around in front of the mirror, observing my body as a lover would.

I backed up, sitting on the edge of the bed. I opened my legs, leaned forward, thrusting my breasts upward, pouting my lips, licking them as I watched myself in the mirror. I rubbed my clit and orgasmed nearly immediately.

Lying back on the bed I parted my legs, gently exploring the lips of my pussy, running my fingers up and down each fold. I loved the look of my pussy. I slipped in two fingers, finger-fucking myself before rubbing my clit furiously. Arching my back, I moaned as the spasms took over my body. Finally satisfied I fell back onto the pillows luxuriating in the aftermath that only an orgasm can bring.

I heard a noise, like a rattling by the window. Through half closed eyes I peered over and was horrified to see I'd forgotten to close the drapes. There was someone out there. I froze with fear, realizing what they'd just witnessed. Taking a deep breath I rolled over and flicked off the light switch.

As the room fell into darkness I was able to glimpse who'd been watching me. I was shocked to discover it was Lucy, not some unknown stranger. She had one hand on her breast and the other had her skirt hiked up high, her panties visible. I could only imagine that the other hand was giving her the same pleasure that mine had given me.

Now I knew why Michael didn't turn me on. It was Lucy I wanted. Her hands on my body, touching, feeling, exploring. Her mouth kissing, her tongue licking. It all fell into place and now that I knew she wanted me too I decided to wait until she was in her own bed. Then I would go in and tell her how my date was, and what I needed. What I now knew I always needed. Her!