"How long have you been lusting for me?"I finally made her pause briefly. "Not the point Mister" she giggled, leaning up and placing a kiss on my neck... "For the purposes of this weekend...you're MY boyfriend." "I think you'll like it" she followed up with an erotic whisper in my ear, making me lean forward, and brushing her leg onto my crotch.Hailey had a romantic comedy ready to go on Netflix, and got into a comfortable position on the couch. Then, she patted the spot by her, and beckoned me. What she was suggesting was that my frumpy frocks wouldn't do for a first date in this century. Besides that, it didn't take much effort for us to hit the malls, just for the sake of being women, and shopping is what we do. While Phyllis tore the racks apart looking for just the right look, I found two outfits.The first was a pretty blue floral summer dress with a slight cut in the front to show, but not over expose my cleavage. I also found a darling broom skirt with more colors then the. She was soaking wet, now. Suddenly, I changed my mind. Not here. I wanted her on the bed, on her back, like a wife. Later, I would fuck her in different places, and in different positions, but for right now, she needed to be broken. It would be easiest on her back. I released her and extended my hand, and she looked at me strangely, not comprehending until I inclined my head toward the back of the house. “In the bedroom,” I grunted, and pulled her forward. Knowing she wouldn’t resist at this. I had lived a miserable existence and yet I survived, an optimist without much to be optimistic about. Most of the guys thought I was attractive in a way, but not a beauty. Midge said it crossed her mind more than once that I would make the right guy a very happy man, but he’d better not cross me. I broke down and accepted some dates from a few of the regular customers I knew weren’t married. It usually involved a movie or occasionally even a dance at the local tavern, but almost always ended.