Chapter 4

The rest of the week was difficult to get through. My body was on fire at the thought of what could happen, what would happen during the party. I played it over and over in my head several times and every time I ended up with my hand in my panties.

I dressed in a long black sequined dress that fit my body like a glove. The negligee I had purchased for the evening matched perfectly making me feel like a harlot. I giggled at the thought of a virgin harlot as I checked myself out in my mirror.

“Damn, I look hot,” I said, turning around.

I...