Page 12 of Behold Her

What?Is she serious? My mind flounders for any reply that doesn’t make me sound like a scared prude. I haven’t had sex in three years. And when I did, it wasveryvanilla. Sure, I’m intrigued by BDSM and kink, but never considered doing anything about it. It always sounded like something for cooler, more sexually liberated people. Not someone like me.

Mona: Oh.

Blair: Text me your address. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8.

I should tell her no. Say I have something else going on. There’s no way I can go to a fetish club, right? I spend five minutes talking myself into and then out of it until the curious part of me wins out.

Mona: Okay. Is there a dress code?

Blair: Do you own any latex?

I make a weird noise that’s something between laughter and choking. Me? I own one teddy that I was never brave enough to wear for anyone I dated.

Blair: That was a joke. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. I have something an ex left behind that would fit you, if you want to borrow it.

Mona: Oh, haha. Of course. Thanks, that would be great!

I can only imagine what she has for me to borrow, but I guess if I’m going to push my limits, I might as well go all the way. It’s interesting that I’m the same size as her ex…wait, is she attracted to me? I’m so bad at reading people. Is she flirting with me?

Mona: Is this a date?

Why the hell did I say that?!

Blair: Not this time.

God, can she be any more cryptic? As if she can sense I’m going to inundate her with a million more questions, she messages again.

Blair: Good night, Mona.

Mona: Good night!

I stare at my phone for a good minute, attempting to process the conversation. What the hell did I just agree to?

* * *

“You’re surethis is going to fit me?” I hold the skimpy black dress out in front of me in concern.

Blair crosses her arms and stares at me. She looks severe tonight, in a long black coat and red stilettos. I can only imagine what she has on underneath. “Yes. Go try it on.”

She ended up coming earlier to help me figure out what to wear out tonight. When I agreed to that, I envisioned more of a fun makeover montage and less unimpressed, stern glaring. But I nod and hurry into my bedroom to try it on. It takes a minute to wriggle into, but it fits, even though it hugs every lump and roll on my body and barely covers my tits. At least it’s not full bondage gear.

I take a deep breath and open the door to the living room. Blair raises one eyebrow and I almost slam the door back shut in embarrassment.

“You look perfect. Ready to go?” She smiles at me, and as much as I want to argue that I can’t wear this out in public, her tone is so final that the words don’t leave my mouth.

“Yep, I’ll just grab my purse. Do I need anything besides my wallet and phone?”

Blair shakes her head. “No, they have condoms and lube there.”

I can’t contain my shock and she laughs, the sound husky and rich. I try to relax and laugh with her, but I know my face betrays my nerves. I toss on my jacket and try not to trip and fall to my death in my heels as I head down the stairs, saying a silent prayer that I make it through tonight without making a complete ass of myself.

9

If Blair’s tired of my incessant fidgeting and the wide-eyed look I’ve had since we got in her car, she’s not showing it. Instead, as we get further out of town, her mood brightens and I catch her smiling to herself.

“Are you nervous?” she asks as she takes an exit off the highway.

“Uh, you could say that, what with it being my first time and all.”