I was not a prude, by any means. Just with the recent feelings I was having I did not want to dream about my best friend. Too late. The image was bu...nt to my memory. Great! In the darkness of my hand covered eyes my brain started it’s own movie, with Mora the lead. “Back to earth Tee, I’m dressed.” She brought me out of my fantasy and I blushed over the sordid thoughts I had. “Come on, time to meet our client,” Mora announced before wiggling her plump ass in the black skin hugging bandage. When I was done, it still took an hour for me to nod off into a dream-filled sleep.The next morning, after tossing and turning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, showered and dressed before heading to the kitchen. I found Gretchen already up and sipping her coffee. Her robe from last night was replaced by sweatpants and a ragged tee shirt proclaiming the benefits of aromatherapy. I had to remind myself not to jump her bones, because she was looking way too sexy. Her bare feet tapped on the. It was one chilly October Friday night. Her high school’s football team had just won a game, and (mostly) everyone was headed towards Jake Smith’s home for a party. She arrived there with her best friend Lena, soon the party was in full shape. The first floor was packed with high school students dancing and grinding in time to the music. She herself found herself lot in the flurry of dancing and drinking. She had only had a beer, so she wasn’t drunk. That’s when she saw Jake walking over. I am beginning to regret having agreed to this meeting, since it is really cold. Every now and then I turn the motor on and get the heat going. Sitting here is a little suspicious and two people have already knocked on the window to ask if I am okay. Another part of my problem is that I am wearing a pretty dress, a body hugging number that is quite sexy but also professional. Apart from the dress I am only wearing my underwear and my stockings. Over this I am wearing a Jackie Kennedy style.