(continued from Lauren's Story - Chapter 4)...

Soon it was Wednesday and Lauren couldn't think about anything but the night ahead. Sarah was off on Wednesday, which was probably better, because on Monday and Tuesday Sarah kept looking at Lauren giving her glances that made Lauren feel very unsettled. Not sure why they did, but probably because Lauren really didn't know what she was getting herself into.
Once the office closed, she hurried back to her apartment and ate a quick microwave meal. Now she had to figure out what she was going to wear...
Lauren opened her closet and pushed everything over so she could start at the side where she seldom picked from anymore. She was looking for something low cut that would allow things to drop down to her breasts. After 15 minutes of going back and forth, she finally settled on a really old strapless top that did a good job of showing off her breasts. For the bottom, she selected this old white miniskirt that she remembered buying to play tennis with one of her exes. It was definitely time to get rid of that one. Sarah had said to bring shoes as well with socks, hose, or nothing, depending on what she wanted. Lauren reached to the back and pulled out some old tennis shoes she bought to go with the skirt. They had hardly been worn. She pulled out some ankle high athletic socks from her dresser and threw everything into her bag. Lauren was about to zip up the bag when she remembered the need for underwear. She picked out one of her black strapless bras, "I never wear them anymore. It won't be missed." Then she opened the dresser to pick out some panties. These weren't going to be seen anyway, so she just picked out a pair that was black lace. "It matches the bra and the lace will drain easier if I get stuff on them," she rationalized.
She had picked out her favorite bottle of Cabernet and put it in the bag as well. It was now an hour from the time she was supposed to be at Sarah's. She wondered if she was crazy for getting as anxious as she was to get over there. She opened up her kitchen cabinet and pulled out the bottle of Jameson to take a drink to calm her down. With all of her nervous anxiety she nearly chugged the glass of whiskey and decided to pour another. Soon she was significantly more relaxed.
It was almost time to leave and she stood in her apartment looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her workout clothes, which consisted of a sports bra, tight Nike t-shirt that showcased her perky breasts, yoga pants that fit firmly around her tight ass, and her Nike running shoes and socks. She hadn't looked at herself in a while and maybe it was the alcohol talking but, "I look damn good," she said out loud. "Let's go." She grabbed her bag and keys, locked the door, and started the walk to Sarah's place.
Lauren took the long, paved pathway this time. And before long she stood at Sarah's door, anxious for what awaited her. She rang the doorbell and waited.
No answer. It seemed like 10 minutes but was probably more like 2, when Sarah answered the door. She was wearing a very thin tank top, showing off her large "assets" and what looked like a pair of swim shorts. "Come on in. Are you ready?"
"Maybe," Lauren responded as she entered the apartment. The view was similar to last time, plastic tarp covering nearly everything, kiddie pool in the center of the room, and tables that were currently covered with what Lauren assumed to be pies. "I do need to change though."
"Sure, go ahead and change. We won't get started immediately. We'll enjoy some wine to help us relax first."
"Well, I started early, so I'm well on my way to being relaxed." Lauren said as she headed for the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, she closed the door and began to undress, peeling herself out of her tight workout clothes. Lauren pulled her selected "messy" clothes out of her bag and put her workout clothes in their place. She put on the black lace panties and bra, running her hands over her body as she did. The anxiousness had apparently turned her on already. She slipped on the white miniskirt, noticing that it was a lot shorter than she remembered, not leaving much to the imaginary. If she hadn't been drinking she probably wouldn't have kept going, but "what the hell. I'm already here."
She pulled the top over her head and at that point she realized the top was basically a tube top shirt. Now she remembered why it was at the back of the closet. Finally, her socks and shoes went on to complete the look. Lauren looked in the mirror and laughed. She looked like a 22 year old trying to get some action. And while it was true that she wanted some action, it wasn't happening tonight. She opened the door and walked into the unknown night ahead.
"Wow. That's cute," Sarah said when Lauren walked into the kitchen. "Let's have a drink."
They sat at the kitchen bar and enjoyed the Cabernet that Lauren had brought. It wasn't long before Sarah started asking questions about why Lauren wanted to do more messy things. And after 2 glasses of Jameson and a glass of Cabernet, Lauren was very forthcoming. She told Sarah about what she had done after getting back to her apartment on Friday night, both times.
Sarah was shocked and surprised but was also very excited about what this meant for the evening ahead. "Are you ready to get started? Because after listening to you talk, I definitely am."
"Yes, I think I am as ready as I'm ever going to be."
They walked out into the plastic tarp covered living room and Sarah led them over to one of the tables that was covered. "To get things going, we are going to play a game. There are 7 different items on this table. Each time you lose a game, the winner gets to pick an item to use on you. This is a best of 7 situation. First person to win 4 games gets to use the remaining items and also gets to use whatever is under this box." The box was sitting on the end of the table and looked like one of those medium sized moving boxes. "I don't know what's in that box as James put most of this together. Are you ready?"
Lauren was still trying to process everything when she asked, "What game are we playing?"
"Connect Four. Here we go..."