Page 10 of Single Daddy To Go

I lather up my pink shower puff and soap up, rubbing the foam all over my curves. I shave my legs, slowly and carefully so I won’t get razor burn. It’s been a while since I’ve bothered, to be honest. Running my hands over my body, I’m shocked by the sensuality of my skin. The smoothness of my newly shorn legs feels amazing and a tingle runs through my body.

I pause with the razor in my hand, debating whether to shave my lower lips. Am I expecting the date to gothatwell? I feel nervous, worried that thinking about it at all makes me a crazy slut, but I push past the feeling. My legs feel really good, and I wantthisto feel really good too. Better safe than sorry, right? I lather up my pussy and remove the hair, gently, slowly, taking care to do it just right.

Next I wash my curls, soaping them up with my favorite shampoo that smells like kiwifruit and is specially designed for curly hair. Stepping out of the shower, I take care not to get water everywhere while I blow dry my curls, making sure they look pretty instead of crazy. My hair is a lot of work, but it’s one of my favorite features. I love having wavy hair, even though it can be hard to style sometimes.

I’m still in the bathroom when my roommate comes home. I hear the door open and the sound of Haley’s feet clomping into the front room that we share. I finish washing up and grab a towel, wrapping it around my body. It can barely contain my tits, and I guess I can barely contain my excitement, because when Haley sees me she says, “Did you finally win the lotto or something? You look so happy.”

I laugh. “That’s my mom that plays the lotto, silly, not me. Iamhappy, though. Guess what?”

Haley sticks out her tongue.

“What?”

“I have a date tonight!” I beam.

Her eyes go wide.

“You go, girl!” Haley says. “You have to tell me all about him.”

“Ok, ok. But I also need to get out of this towel and into something sexy,” I banter back.

“I’ll help you pick something out,” she says immediately. Damn. I’m not sure I really want her to choose my clothes, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings, so I let her follow me into my bedroom. She sits on my bed while I look through my closet for the perfect outfit.

Haley is a willowy redhead with some tattoos. She has three butterflies on her left foot and a sleeve devoted to forest animals on her right arm. She and I have been friends since college and roommates since graduation. I share pretty much everything with her. She has a job as a dog walker and makes jewelry on the side. She’s an awesome girl with upbeat energy, even if she can be a little bit too much at times. I love her like a sister.

With vigor, I throw open my closet door. I don’t have that many good dresses. I don’t want to wear the blue one I wore on my last date, because it’s embedded with bad memories. I look at my clothes wistfully, wishing I’d had time to go shopping. Rob is always so well-dressed in his thousand dollar suits and immaculate wing-tips. By contrast, I mostly hang out with children so I’m not an especially fashion-forward person.

“So, who’s the guy?” Haley presses me, dangling her feet off the edge of my bed.

I sigh, sad about the state of my wardrobe but over the moon about the guy I’m about to see.

“His name is Rob. He’s one of the dads from daycare.”

“Ooh, scandalous!” Haley teases.

“It’s not. There’s no rule about going out with parents. I checked.” I don’t tell her about the part where he offered me free legal representation, because then it reallywillseem scandalous.

I pick through my dresses and pull out a a simple black number. It’s pretty basic, but at least it fits. It has a high neck, cap sleeves, and a flared skirt. I wish I had something sexier, but beggars can’t be choosers. As some consolation, the demure outfit means I won’t look like I’m trying too hard.

“What does he look like?” Haley keeps going, as I drop the towel and start pulling on the dress.

My mind flashes the image of Rob’s handsome face. I stifle a sound of pleasure.

“Oh, Haley. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah? Tell me all about him.”

I take a deep breath and let it out.

“He has black hair and these blue eyes that seem like they can see right through to your soul. He’s really tall, like maybe six four with the body of an athlete. He’s like something out of a daydream, Haley. I’m so excited.”

Her eyes go wide as I get the dress on, wiggling a bit to get it over my wide hips.

“Do you have a picture?” Haley asks.

I shake my head, trying to focus on getting ready. I feel like I’m sure to forget something important with all these questions. Still, I like that my roommate cares about my life.

“Um, his name is Rob Lockhart. Maybe you can find his Facebook profile or something.”