Chapter 5 - A night together?

p, li { white-space: pre-wrap; }We spent the afternoon chatting and walking around, window-shopping and sight-seeing. She told me about her, that she lived in a flat close to uni with two roommates, about the town she lived in before coming here, about her parents and her younger brother. She asked me about my family too, and I told her about my past life, except for the small fact that I didn't always look like this, of course.
She seemed very interested, and after having heard the short version of "The adventures of Arianna", she said: «You look so cute now, but you must have been a total tomboy growing up.»
I burst into laughter, half amused by the irony of the situation, half embarrassed by her compliment. «You can say that.»
She gave me a questioning look, confused by my sudden ilarity, but she didn't ask me about the cause of it.
At six o'clock, it seemed to me only minutes had passed since that morning, but it was time to go back to the copy shop and put an end to the best day of my life.
When I gave her her notebooks back, she just smiled at me and said: «I gotta go now, but we'll see each other tomorrow, right?»
«Right.»
«Bye, then!»
I could only stare at her and whisper «Bye.». I was afraid I would never see her again, all kinds of stupid delusions played out in my head, but finally I managed to snap out of it and go back home.
From that day on, we spent a lot of time together. We would sit right next to each other during lessons, chat with each other during the breaks, and study together during our free afternoons. We were inseparable, and I was so happy, and every day I fell in love with her again.
She was funny, smart, gorgeous and kind. She was supportive when I was feeling down, and she was not afraid of standing up to me whenever I was wrong about something, and she was always ready to forgive and ask for forgiveness right after. She was the kind of women I saw myself loving for all my life, without ever growing tired of it. She was a women I would have been happy to share my entire life with, and I had no doubt whatsoever about it, even if I knew we would always be no more than friends. Even that seemed to good to be true to me.
One friday afternoon, while we were taking a break having a nice cup of coffee in the café right in front of the uni, she asked me: «Are you booked for tomorrow night?»
I was caught by surprise. «No, I'm, not. Why do you ask?»
«Well, I was wondering if you were up for a little date, just us girls.»
I was even more dumbfounded. «What... What did you have in mind?»
«Oh, nothing much. It's just that I didn't want to spend this saturday night at home, you know? But how about going to a club? Are you the clubbing type?»
«Not really.» I answered, sincerely. «Actually, I've never been to a club.»
«Really?» she looked at me in amazement. «Well, then it's settled. You have to try it at least once. Or would you rather not know what you're missing?»
Her look told me a "No" wouldn't have been a good answer. «Okay?» I said, hesitant.
«Great! Then I'll see you right out the subway at Central Station at, let's see, ten o'clock. We'll have a beer, then go. Just be sure to dress appropriately.»
«Hey, wait a minute, I don't even know what's appropriate!»
She stared at me for a while, without speaking. «Ok,change of plans. Can you come over early tomorrow afternoon? We can see what you like, and then maybe do some shopping, so you'll look great for the night. How about it?»
Her enthusiasm was overwhelming. Not like I had any intention of letting the chance to spend more time with her go by. «Ok. What time?»
«I guess five o'clock should do it.»
«Then five o'clock it is. Now, can we go back to algebra?»
«All right, you slave driver. Bézout's identity, here we come!»
The next day, at a quarter to five, I was waiting anxiously in front of Michela's home. She lived in a fairly unimpressive five-story building that didn't stand out at all amidst all of the other apartment blocks. I didn't know what to do, because I didn't want to look overeager by coming early to our appointment, but I couldn't wait anymore.
«Hey!»
I heard someone calling from the balcony. It was Michela, smiling like the rising sun.
«Come up!» she said, «I'll open the front door.»
Glad that my doubts were now pointless, I entered the front door and climbed up the stairs. Once I got to the third floor, I found the door to her apartment open, inviting me in.
«Come inside!» I heard her say from within. «I'll be with you in a minute.»
I went in, looking around. Her home was kinda small, a small dining room, an even smaller kitchen and three rooms, all opened along a corridor, going straight to the single bathroom. Optimized student to surface ratio, as always. I was looking at the posters and decorations hanging from the living room walls, when I heard a door close. I turned around just in time to see Michela enter the room wearing a red, low-cut sheath dress that showed her every curve.
«Appropriate would be something like this, usually.»
I stood there staring, unable to regain control over my muscles. She was positively stunning. Her slender figure looked even more clean and perfect, while her long legs appearing below the hem of the skirt attracted my gaze like the reflection of the moon in a calm stream of water.
«Do I look that good?»
Her hypnosis broke all of a sudden. «No! I mean, yes. You look positively stunning. I never knew someone could look so beautiful.»
She seemed to blush a little while brushing something from her dress. «Well, thanks. But you're a liar: you are much more beautiful than I could ever be. You're cuter, and you're not as tall and skinny as I am. Plus, You've got tits. That alone gets you the prize.»
«Are you kidding me? You're not tall and skinny, you're just perfect. You look just like a greek goddess, or like a diva.»
This time she blushed for sure.
«Well, enough talking about me. Now that you've seen an example, it's time to dress you up. What did you have in mind?»
Forcefully tearing my eyes away from her, again, I managed to think clearly. «You know, I think I have something ``appropriate'' at home. Do you mind coming over yourself to check? I can even offer you dinner.»
«Well, all right. Just give me some time to change and pack the dress. I think it'd be better go straight from your home to the club later.»
«Yeah, good idea. Go ahead.»
So half an hour later we were at my place.
«Make yourself at home,» I said, «I'll be back in a minute.»
«Don't make me wait. I'm curious!»
I got into my room and took a black miniskirt from my dresser. I had bought it on a whim, but I never had the guts to actually try it on. Well -- I thought -- it's now or never.
I disrobed and cautiously put on the miniskirt. I had kinda gotten used to wearing skirts, but beeing seen in public wearing wearing just that, still scared the hell out of me. I put on a dark gray sleeveless shirt too and took a deep breath. I quietly opened the door and sneaked out of my room and into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and I was breathless again: I was sexy. I had to admit it, I was really hot. The miniskirt showed my waistline and outlined my round bottom while at the same time showing my smooth legs. And the cleavage.
Still stunned by my sudden realization, I opened the bathroom door, just to find Michela waitin for me right on the other side.
«Oh, sh...»
It seemed like I surprised hor too.
«My god, you are so hot. You're making me jealous.»
She couldn't pry her eyes off me. I felt so embarrassed I couldn't say a word.
«Really, everybody will fall in love with you tonight. Everybody. And I know I said I envy your tits, but showing them off like this is unfair! Girl, we have to go to that club tonight.»