By the time David pulled into his driveway, he could barely remember why he'd been so worried. So what if he'd slept with Janice? They were both grown adults now, so it wasn't like there was anything wrong with that. Sure, he'd left totally unsatisfied - but that was hardly his fault. And if he wanted to get his rocks off later on, no one was going to stop him.
He exited the Volvo carefully, trying not to give the neighborhood a show. A part of him wanted to dash right to the front door and get out of this getup as soon as possible, even if it meant breaking an ankle in these heels. But he thought about it for a moment. What did he have to worry about? He'd just walked halfway across town in this miniskirt and stockings and frankly he felt pretty good about it.
He knew he looked great! He had nothing to be ashamed of. If Janice thought that made him look like a slut, that was her problem, not his! With his newfound confidence, David lingered in the driveway for a moment, and strolled casually up the walk.
When he opened the door, David was hit with a sudden wave of deja vu. Hadn't he just been here? It felt so familiar and yet... well, he lived here so obviously it would be familiar. But a part of him could almost remembering waking up here - and Janice still in the bed - and a familiar confusion as he made his way out the door.
But no - this was his place. The pictures on the wall: Partying with his sorority sisters. Smiling with his parents at his college graduation - platinum blonde curls spilling out beneath the mortarboard. His first day teaching at the school.
Wait... teaching? Of course. It had been, what, almost ten years now? David looked down at his body, barely covered by the tiny skirt and blouse. And still, looking damn fine, David told himself. He kicked off the stilettos and padded off to the bedroom, where he proceeded to strip off his crusty clothes. Sure he felt sexy, but it was time for a hot shower. Besides, he knew he had plenty of clean outfits in his closet which were just as racy!
