Where Do We Go From Here?

Tony was picking me up at my house since tonight was our official first-date-date-night. It was Thursday evening on October 28th, three days before Austin would be hosting his grand Halloween party. And since this week I have officially started as Austin’s tutor, he made sure I was aware of his party with each day that passed.

“You should wear that white dress your Yia Yiá bought for you last summer.” Callie suggested.

I couldn’t possibly get ready without my best friend present. When Tony had informed me that tonight will be the night, I immediately pulled Callie aside, and in a rather frantic burst of exclaiming, I told Callie that it was pertinent and important that she be there. Callie, of course, agreed with just as much fervor as I had asked her.

“I can’t wear white on the first date. It gives the impression of a wedding dress.” I rolled my eyes.

I tend to fret over the symbolism of most things, and a white dress on the first date insinuates a message I’m not ready to give.

“You guys practically planned your future together, so the only step left is marriage.” Callie answered with a deadpanned expression, as if this was a step that usually comes next.

I laughed. “So, we’ve applied to a few colleges and yet that renders us husband and wife?”

“Might as well.” Callie mumbled.

I dug around in my closet and extracted my light pink mini dress. It was something that my mother bought for me to attend this honors student convention in LA. The dress was simple that hung past my large thighs. It had capped sleeves and had a small cutout detail to show cleavage. This dress was the only thing I owned that seemed both sophisticated and elegant, which I hardly ever had a reason to wear it. I held it up to my figure while looking at my reflection.

Callie gasped. “That looks so cute!” She exclaimed while standing from the edge of my bed.

I looked up at her and asked “Really?”

Callie nodded her head. “V, I can’t believe you’ve never worn that more often! It’s so gorgeous.”

I shrugged. “I guess I never had a reason.”

Callie smiled broadly while shooing me into my bathroom to get ready. I took a quick shower, skipping the washing hair part since I didn’t feel like blow drying my hair and also Callie planned on straightening the mess of waves on my head. I quickly shaved my legs until they were silky smooth before scrubbing my body clean. Wrapping a towel around my frame, I exited out of the steamy bathroom and into my room where Callie had set up a makeup station for me.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t wanna look like an alien.” I commented.

Callie laughed. “I’ll only be accentuating your natural beauty.”

I fought the urge to cringe at the sound of Callie using “natural beauty” to describe me before walking to my dresser to grab underwear. Callie hovered over my shoulder, nodding her head no to the selection of underwear I had to offer. I wasn’t the kind of girl who had a collection of Victoria Secret under garments in my top drawer. In fact, I only ever entered VS a handful of times, and most occasions I was in there upon Callie’s or Veronica’s request.

“You need to wear underwear like this.” Callie instructed while holding out a black lacy thong for me.

I blushed because I’ve never worn it, and it was Callie who bought it for me last Christmas, saying that there will come a time when they—along with the other thongs she bought me—will be more than pertinent for certain occasions. At the time I scoffed because the idea of dating seemed impractical and unlikely. However, the occasion was presented and yet I felt sheepish to even hold such a dainty garment between my fingers.

“Why do I have to wear this?” I asked as a growing blush invaded my face.

“That way there are no panty lines coming through your dress.” Callie explained.

“Do I really have to worry about something like that?”

“Yes! You can’t just willingly advertise your underwear.” She rolled her eyes.

I cringed while grabbing the thong out of Callie’s hands. “Fine, I’ll put it on.” I mumbled.

“And don’t forget that lacy bra!” Callie shouted while tossing my bra through the bathroom door.

There’s that weird uncomfortable feeling upon slipping on a thong. It wasn’t that it was really noticeable but rather it didn’t feel prominent even though the material is snugged between your ass. I didn’t know if I should laugh at the thought or remove it completely, but I dealt with it. I quickly strapped on my bra before pulling on my dress. My boobs seemed to have grown since I’ve last worn this, making my cleavage appear more obvious than usual. The thickness of the material helped smoothed out my curves before flaring out over my thighs. Walking out from the bathroom I saw Callie’s eyes light up.

“You look so beautiful Verity.” She said with enthusiasm.

I smiled bashfully before walking over to Callie’s abundance of makeup out and ready to plaster on my face.

“You should wear your white flats, the one’s with the lace.” Callie advised as I sunk into the rolling chair that was in front of my vanity mirror.

“Sure.” I nodded before Callie worked her magic on my face.

I was glad she didn’t go crazy with the makeup. She only brushed on some foundation and blush before lining my eyes with liner and thickening my lashes with mascara. The entire fifteen minutes that Callie took to ready my face was spent with enthusiastic conversation about hers and Mike’s relationship. Apparently, Callie was ready to plunge into bed with him. She even admitted that on more than one occasion she almost slipped her V card to him, which surprised me since I thought Callie lost her virginity with Chase Cormack—her ex-boyfriend whom she dated for two years. I know that Callie would have definitely told me if she lost her virginity, but the way she was with Chase I figured she didn’t need to announce it at all.

After her divulge about her and Mike, Callie asked if I was ready to take that step with Tony. I scoffed out a laugh in response. I shamelessly informed Callie that Tony and I didn’t even reach the French kissing stage. I knew it probably seemed utterly junior high-like to not have French kissed your boyfriend of three weeks, but I was serious when I said I wanted to take things slow, and I was thankful that Tony respected my boundaries. Callie’s reaction was something I expected. She looked at me with a gaped mouth. I laughed while Callie congratulated me with sticking to my guns.

When Callie finished and I glanced at my reflection, I didn’t recognize myself at first. The girl staring back at me looked like someone you’d see in a makeup advertisement—you know, the one’s where they’re showcasing natural perfections by subtly hiding their imperfections. However, I still looked like me—if that made any sense whatsoever.

“Cal’s, I look…pretty.” I managed to say without sounding pretentious.

“It’s because you are pretty, friend.” Callie smiled. “Anyway, I better go before your man shows up. Don’t forget to call me afterwards and use protection!” Callie said with a knowing smirk on her face as she stuffed her belongings in her purse.

“Bye Cal’s! Love you!” I called out to her while still looking at my reflection, wondering if Tony would be just as shock as I felt when he sees me.

Notes

The next update will be the actual date portion. However, I won't update it until tomorrow just so I can hear your thoughts on what you think the first date will be like.

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