Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 3

... more. “… and I wondered if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight? Or maybe drinks later? Or coffee earlier? Or …” “They all sound good to me,” I interrupted quickly, thinking it might be awkward if I let him keep going as far as breakfast tomorrow. “All of them? Um? Okay then, I’m up for all of them,” he stammered, misunderstanding me. But I’d already started thinking about what it would feel like kissing him again, and I discovered that I was up for all of them too. “So coffee first, I guess,” he said. “Do you want me to pick you up?” “Yeah, sure,” I said dreamily. I felt all princessey getting picked up from my house by my gallant knight. “Okay,” he agreed brightly. I just have to change my jeans, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. See you then.” “What? Um … okay … bye.” The line went dead. Shit. “BELINDA!” I yelled, jumping off the couch. “CLEAR THE BATHROOM!” Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit! Ten minutes to pick out clothes, five to get dressed, five for make-up, ten for hair, no time for nails, another five to pick shoes and ten to reject them because they don’t match my bag … how much does that leave to pick out jewellery? I bolted into my bedroom in a panic and skidded to halt when I saw Belinda in there. “Settle, Gretel,” she said calmly, coming to me and holding me gently by the forearms. “I’ve picked out your clothes already, they’re on the bed. You get dressed while I find the right shoes and load up your bag, then I’ll do your hair and earrings while you do make-up. ...

... You’ll be ready and still have time for a nervous pre-date wee.” “What? You knew this was going to happen?” I didn’t know whether to be thankful that she’d saved me or offended that she didn’t let me in on what was happening. Right now I was reserving judgement, but leaning towards offended. “I knew it was a possibility,” she said. “But I didn’t want to get you all worked up just in case; plus I need to keep you calm so you can road-test my plan.” She took a breath and looked at me meaningfully. “Now are we going to get you ready? Or do you want to talk about it some more?” “I love you, Blin,” I kissed the corner of her mouth, making her smile. Turns out I was thankful after all. I started to strip while Belinda pawed through the thirty or so pairs of shoes in the bottom of my closet, and then I quickly inventoried the clothes she had laid out: a cornflower blue, above-the-knee, A-line skirt; a white, sleeveless peasant blouse; and a nude, strapless bra. “You picked out my bra?” I challenged, still thankful, but beginning to think she might be over-stepping. “I offer a complete service,” came the muffled reply from the bottom of the closet. It was hard to get mad at Belinda. “Strapless?” I asked. “Really?” The blouse wasn’t off-the-shoulder, so the strapless bra was completely unnecessary. “My mistake,” she shot back, poking her head out of the closet again. “Just give me fifteen minutes with Kev when he gets here so I can teach him how to unhook a bra. Do you mind if we use my ...