|Half Baked Orgasm|

                                    

                                          
RENEE 
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror for the umpteenth time. 
My heart hammered wildly in my chest, and I couldn't contain the excitement and anxiety filling me simultaneously. 
Soon, I'll be meeting Robert, and I couldn't explain how tense and edgy I was feeling. 
"You'll do good, Renee. Tonight is going to go so smoothly, and you're going to come back with shaky legs. Bet on it." 
I heard Nicole whisper into my ear, her eyes upturned in a wink as she stood behind me. 
"God, I'm so nervous. I don't think you understand. No, you can't! You don't get it!" I exclaimed, my eyes sweeping over my hot as fuck dress. 
I was wearing a stretchy brown satin dress that accentuated my curves and made everything look perfect. I loved how the dress hugged my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. 
The material flowed around me like water, showing off my impressive figure and my strappy nude-heeled legs in the most flattering way possible. 
My strawberry-blonde hair fell down my back in banging waves, and my face was caked in light makeup courtesy of Nicole. She'd gone overboard tonight, prepping me and I appreciated every ounce of her efforts because I'd come out looking so gorgeous. 
Since I'd arrived at our small motel room, telling her all the details about my rushed one-night stand, she'd been in awe. 
I didn't explain my sexcapades in full, as I wasn't good with stuffs like that, but I'd let her know that I had a fantastic night, a blissful morning, and an excellent time in the shower. 
Recalling how she'd squealed when I told her everything, a smile flickered across my lips and I hid it quickly while staring at myself in the mirror. 
Damn! I just hoped Robert loved my look. 
Nicole chuckled from behind me. She broke my wandering thoughts, saying, "Oh, I get what you're talking about. If anyone understands you, it's me. I know why you're nervous. It's because this would be your first real date with a stranger in years. after Dylan. It feels strange and surreal right?" 
"Yes! Yeah, you get it." I muttered, feeling a bit empty as I added, "I've never for one day imagined this happening. Going on a date with another man, someone other than that bastard. It never occurred to me at all!" I spat out bitterly and Nicole gently squeezed my shoulders, in her attempt to comfort me.
"You have to be confident tonight, Renee. Think of this date as a new step for you. You're going out with an insanely hot man and moving on. You no longer care about Dylan or the blonde ugly bitches he fucks..." 
"I can't even think of this date as me moving on, Nicole. I... I'm afraid of feeling too much for him. This is a fling. It will be over just as soon as it started and..."
"Shhh... Stop batting your lashes. You would smear your mascara." Nicole cut in. "See..." She began again, "See this as you enjoying yourself. Don't feel too much, I'll warn you. You're in this for the sex, and that's the thrill. No strings attached. Don't be afraid to explore. Live your best life, my bitch!" She urged, and I nodded in agreement. 
The sound of my phone ringing startled me. When I stared at the screen, I saw a rather strange unknown number calling me, but I could already guess who it was. 
It was almost eight, and he was probably on his way to pick me up. 
Earlier today, he'd texted with yet another number, informing me to wait for him where we'd met yesterday and since it was a short walk from our motel, I'd agreed.