Eric...a Part 2

We finally spotted each other after one of my runs. He came up to me and said hello. I was very nervous. His eyes were very bright and pierced through me. I wondered if he was imagining me as Erica. He had no clue about Erica was. Not yet, at least.

"How are you?" He said.

"I am fine." I answered.

"I have some time off this weekend. Maybe we can go for a jog or something."

"That would be great." I said, trying not to sound too excited.

I was very excited. He gave off a very vibrant air of confidence.

"Did you have a good run?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

His phone suddenly rang and he seemed rushed to answer it.

"I'll come by tonight to make plans. I have to take this call." He said.

All my doubts about whether or not his comment was real were starting to fade. He was going to come by my dorm that night. I wasn't going to be there, but I was sure he would like meeting Erica, and she might just like meeting him.

I went home and took a long shower. I shaved off the few visible hairs on my legs and I touched up my already trimmed pubic area. I put makeup on first. That always took me the longest. I put on some foundation and a little blush. I put on the darkest lipstick I had: a reddish black.

It took me some time picking out my outfit. I decided to wear pink panties and a pink padded bra. I wanted to wear a skirt, but decided a pair of torn at the knee jeans might suit the occasion better. I wanted to get fucked, but did not want to seem desperate. A skirt just begs to be lifted. I chose a light blue top and ballerina shoes of the same color. The last piece of my outfit was my wig: short, straight and black.

I sat down and concentrated on relaxing. I was breathing in deeply and slowly exhaling. A purposeful knock at the door brought me back to the moment. I went over to the door and tried to be confident myself. I knew my body had tightened up since I started running the hills.