Getting a Private Show from [m]y [F]WB

I made plans to meet up with some friends last Friday, but they weren’t available to meet up until later than usual. Trying to kill time before heading out, I texted my usual late-night booty call, Laura.

Me: “You going out tonight?”

Her: “Yep. You?”

Me: “Yeah. Not for a while though. Want me to come over before we head out?”

Her: “That would be fun, but by the time you get here I’ll have to start getting ready”

Me: “What if I just come watch you get ready?”

Her: “Why would you want to do that? lol”

Me: “Because I’ve seen the way you bend over your dresser when you do your makeup and I’m assuming that if I come over, you would do it naked ;)”

Her: “Haha. If you want to…”

Me: “On my way”

When I arrived at Laura’s apartment, she answered the door wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants.

“You’re just in time,” she said. “I’m about to get in the shower.”