Three
Delilah
The minute he walks out of my office I want to squeal. I have a date with the sexiest man alive. A couple of minutes later Levi comes in with my afternoon coffee.
“Oh my god Dee, he was smokin’ hot. Did you get his number?” she asks as she sets my drink on my desk. I fan myself.
“He is so smokin’ and I did one better. He asked me out. He’s picking me up at seven.” She sits down in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“I know he is super-hot and the way his ass fills out them jeans... Yum, but please text me and let me know where he is taking you. We don't want him taking you to the woods and having his way with you.” I feel myself blush hell I wouldn't mind him having his way with me.
“Don't worry, Levi. I have a good feeling about this guy, but to put your mind at ease, I will text you to let you know where I am.”
The girl worries too much. She's only eighteen. It's like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She gives me a smile.
“Thank you, I know it's crazy how paranoid I'm about it. It's just well, I know how fucked the world can be. You are too good of a person to have anything happen to you.” I know there is something in her past that haunts her, but I haven't asked what it is. I know that she will tell me when she is ready.
“It’s okay Levi. I understand. I’m going to make you do the same thing when you meet your one.” She throws her head back in laughter.
“Yeah, that's not going to happen. I don't plan on dating like ever. Don't you dare try to put your matchmaking mojo on me either.”
“I can't promise anything,” I say with a mischievous smile
“Don't you dare.” The phone at the front desk rings.
“Yes! Saved by the ring,” she says laughing and quickly gets up shutting my door behind her.
The rest of my day goes by in a blur. Before I know it, I am on my way home to get ready for my first ever date. Sure, I might be a matchmaker but that doesn't mean I’ve ever had the heartache of being fucked over by a man. No, I started Elite Matchmaking Services because I believe in that fairy tale kind of love every girl dreams of.
I've seen it with my parents and my grandparents. I know that kind of love is out there and with a little help from me, I can make their dreams come true.
I just didn’t know that mine would come so soon and that I wouldn’t have to look for him. The minute I saw Kyle, I knew he was going to be mine. I could just feel it. Now, it’s time for me to let him know that he’s mine and that I don’t plan on going anywhere. God, listen to me, I sound like some kinda crazy cavewoman. I quickly get in the shower and wash my hair. I grab my favorite body wash and start washing my body. I close my eyes and picture Kyle’s strong hands running over my skin. His thick fingers massaging my breasts instead of my own. I bite my lip as I picture his calloused fingers running down my stomach and over my pussy. I moan, running my fingers through my pussy lips. I imagine him telling me what a naughty girl I am for playing with my pussy without him being here.
Whimpering, I start rubbing my clit faster, picturing it's his hands instead of mine. I scream out as I bring myself to orgasm. My legs get weak and I have to lean against the cool shower wall. All to slow my racing heart after a few minutes my legs stop shaking and I finally get out of the shower. I quickly dry off and wrap my hair in a towel then walk straight to my closet. I have the perfect outfit, that I have been waiting to wear for a special occasion and I think this definitely counts as that. I lay it out on the bed. The hardest part of picking out my outfit is my shoes. I love shoes. I mean love them, love them. I spend the next five minutes butt-ass naked trying to find the perfect pair, when I do, I go to my top dresser drawer and pick out my favorite lingerie set.
Though no man has ever seen me naked, I still love wearing them. They make me feel powerful and sexy all at the same time. I put them on and I blush picturing Kyle taking them off of me. I glance at the time and swear under my breath. I have ten minutes to get ready. I walk back into my bathroom and let my hair down. I sigh as the cool breeze hits my skin from the fan. I always have to turn on a fan when I am doing my makeup and hair. Otherwise, I'm going to sweat all over the place and look like a clown.
I spend the next three minutes blow drying my hair and putting a little product in it to make my curls pop. Then I start on my makeup. Luckily, I don't wear a lot and it takes me all of five minutes to do it because when I look at the clock again, I have four minutes before he is supposed to get here.
I put on my black quarter sleeve skin tight dress that just shows a hint of cleavage. It lands a few inches above my knees. I pair it with violet five-inch heels, which if I guessed exactly right, will make me come up right under his chin. That means all I’ll have to do is tilt my head back for him to kiss me. The doorbell rings as I walk down the stairs, my heart is racing. I have to take a few deep breaths before I make my way towards the door.