It was a warm spring evening, one where the girls all pull out their flowy dresses, and leave their hair down, curls billowing behind them in the slight breeze. I had begged to go out that night, wanting to do just as everyone else, looking beautiful and young, already having a dress in mind. An opaque one, with blue and green flowers printed across it, longer in the back, as was the style back in the mid 2000’s.
I had curled my hair, slipped on matching bra and panties, though I knew they would be disregarded in a pile by the end of the night. The dress was just settling over my petite frame, making me look like a ships sails, thin yet covered in mammoths amounts of cloth. When you walked in you chuckled, knowing a gust of wind would expose more than a strangers eye needs to see.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me up against you, kissing my exposed neck softly, while whispering about how you wanted to keep me home. I pulled away, slapping you lightly on the chest, knowing I didn’t get all dressed up to not be shown off.