Chapter 8

The next day, Jane wakes feeling refreshed. She has a healthy breakfast, downs a glass of fresh juice, and turns on the tunes. The song I Can See Clearly Now is on and Jane sings out loud.

“It’s gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshine-y day.”

She feels happy and light-hearted, something she hasn’t felt in ages.

She goes to her bedroom and opens the box. Laying out the dress on the bed, she finds it to be a beautiful, form-fitting, satin dress that is full length and champagne-colored.

“Oh, wow!” Jane’s breath is taken away. “It’s stunning,” she says out loud. She wonders if she will fit into it and whether it will look good on her. It seems like it should be for a woman who looks more like a runway model in En Vogue magazine, not for someone like her.

She goes over to the mirror, and puts the dress up to her body. It looks like a perfect fit, she sees in disbelief. How did he know? She twirls around with the bottom of the dress floating around her ankles. She likes how it feels against her skin.

She unwraps the other package, the one with the lingerie in it. She unfolds a bra and panty set, also satin, champagne with a rose-colored lace trim along the edges. She pulls the panties up and caresses her breasts into the bra, pushing her cleavage up.

The panty is shaped to only lightly cover her ass, and clings to her hips in a way that makes her body look curvy and sensual.

Jane can’t believe what she sees in the mirror. Could it really be her? She pulls her hair down and it sweeps across her back, flowing along her skin. She turns to look at herself, and standing on her tippy toes she bends over.

Is that really my ass? It’s round and white with a peachy tone to it. Her ass is as tight as a rubber ball. When she smacks it, it doesn’t even jiggle.

“Hmmm. I guess this is one of the benefits of doing ballet,” she acknowledges.

She imagines Brad taking her dress off, pushing his hand down her backside, and grabbing her ass, pulling her aggressively toward him, thrusting his hard cock against her satin panties, making her all dripping wet while kissing and biting her neck.

Jane reaches down into her panties and starts stroking herself. She watches herself in the mirror moving her hand up and down, her fingers touching her delicate labia, the blood rushing to her hot center. She groans and moans, feeling her hair sway back and forth across her back, watching her hips shake and her legs twitch.

Grabbing her tits, she pushes them up so she can see more cleavage. She feels like a fucking beauty queen for the first time in her life. Moving her hand faster and faster and squeezing her fingers while she goes deeper inside of herself. She breathes deeply and moans loudly, not caring if the neighbors can hear her through the open window. She doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

She wants to be a woman and she wants to start by fucking Brad. She wishes he were here right now and imagines her actions if he were. She would push him onto the bed, then straddle and fuck him, like he’s never been fucked before.

“Oh Gawwwwdddd,” Jane moans, orgasming all over her hand, the juices flowing out and onto the satin panties. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk!” she screams. “I want you so fucking badly, Brad Halli-whoever-the-fuck-you-are!”

Jane flops on the bed, her legs drooping over the edge. She feels the cool breeze kiss her bare belly and realizes she is totally relaxed. For the first time, she feels free to be herself without the restraints of other people telling her what to do. She has never fantasized about someone like that before, and she can already sense it will be hard for her to say no to this man.

She wonders if she is crazy for getting on a plane with someone she barely knows, but it’s too late now, and she is curious about all these weird feelings she’s having.

Maybe he is the one who will make all of her loneliness and problems go away. She somehow doesn’t feel afraid of him hurting her. There’s something special about this guy, she could feel it last night, even though she was drunk. And a million dollars, really? For real? Is that really possible?

The phone rings and its Jane’s aunt.

“Hi, Aunt Millie. How are you? Uh huh… I’m pretty good. Staying focused on school, you know… No I don’t have big plans. Just staying at home and being good.”

Jane could never tell her aunt the truth about going away with Brad. Her aunt has only ever seen Jane as a good girl, and believes in her every step of the way. She is the one who loaned Jane money so she could go to school in New York in the first place. She would be horrified to find out Jane is taking money to go away with a man she has barely even met. Somehow, Jane likes that this is her little secret. It’s a side of herself no one knows about, and this adventure is all for her. She can be a completely different woman that nobody has preconceived notions about.

“No, Aunt Millie, I’m fine for money, but thank you for asking!” replies Jane, who then hangs up the phone.

Over the course of two hours, Jane washes and dries her new panties, puts the dress and stockings on, takes extra time with her hair, and even adds makeup.

Finally ready, she waters her plants and calls a cab to take her to the airport. She feels glamorous now in her own world and she loves it.