Chapter 55: Long Day

Today will be a long day. I hope I can get through this day. I need to get her satisfied so that I can move on to the next girl. I am excited about the date and I should be focusing on that. It is just that I am feeling nervous now. I thought I would get it done by the fourth day but now we are on the fifth day.

I am halfway sure but as the time ticks. My mind imagines the possibilities of the worst outcomes. Come on me, worry about the current hurdle, Rita. She is still the same since yesterday. Her attitude is still corrupted. Is it now? Now that I think about it. She wasn't that friendly during our first time.

I just remember her being alluring and kind. Maybe, she isn't really that kind. There must have been wool over my eyes. Rita could be the perfect girl for most. She isn't bad and I wouldn't mind marrying her. What I am worried about is how the relationship will play out over time.

After enough deep thinking, we are sitting on a bench. This is where I should make small talk and give her compliments. This is the first time I am looking at her dress. It looks expensive. Purple and pink are a good mix of colors.

The purple is a thick fabric and the pink looks translucent or at least see-through in a way. The see-through parts are not where you think they would be. It is on the boobs and near the thighs. Except, the pink is on top of the purple fabric. I almost wish the dress was more lewd.

I am glad it isn't because right now. I don't even want others to look at my girl. Right now this girl is mine for the date, and when we get into bed. My eyes are the only ones allowed to see her naked.

"Your dress is alluring. I think it fits you." I said with a smile.

"Haha, I guess you are old school. Your dad did raise you, right? Where was your mother? She would tell you not to compliment on old styles like this." Rita said laughing.

My mom? Do moms teach kids about clothing? I wouldn't know since I was the reason why my mother died. My birth was very rough on her already weak body. She was apparently strong but after birthing so many kids her body broke down.

"Nope. I was the reason why she died, my birth caused a big toll on her." I said without realizing how heavy that answer was.

Rita's smile from my compliment immediately turned into a face of horror. She struggled to speak and started to shake her hands in a struggle to get words out.