She's packing the white skirt. Thinking about him. She can barely wait.

I’m packing the backpack for the second time.

I zip it shut, hoping I got everything this time.

”It’s casual.” Tom said.

“Just you, me and the guys.”

“We’ll swim, drink, hang out. Chill.”

Two whole weeks just with Tom.

I still can’t believe he wants me there with him.

Like… the only girl.

I’m sure we’ll have plenty of sex.

I can’t wait to feel him again.

It’s been a week, and I’ve been dying for it.

I get to sleep with him every night. Wake up in his arms.

And the guys were nice enough to give us the big bedroom.

I’m so excited.

What will his friends think of me?

I’ve only met them a couple of times. Just briefly.

They’re all older than me.

I sit on the edge of my bed and look at the pile of clothes I haven’t packed.

One of them is that skirt. The short one.

White. Flared. So soft it feels like nothing.

The one Tom said made me look so fuckable the last time I wore it.

He whispered it, with his hand on my thigh, and I… I just… melted.

I pick it up and lay it in my lap.

He likes it when I’m a little daring. I know that.

And… I liked it…

Warmth creeps on my cheeks.

The way he looked at me.

The way it felt… walking next to him… his hand on my back… wearing this short thing…

My face starts to glow as I look at the flimsy thing.

No one said anything… but… yeah…

Yeah, it is… daring.

Still…

I fold the skirt and slide it into the bag.

Panties.

I pause.

Do I even need to pack that many?

I mean…

Realistically…

I’ll probably…

Be naked most of the time.

“Ufff…” I sigh with a smile.

If Tom has his way.

I giggle to myself and grab a mix while my whole face radiates.

Some cute ones.

Some comfy ones.

Just in case.

He gets all clingy and handsy after a couple drinks.

Sometimes I have to nudge him off when he goes too far in front of people.

He just laughs and kisses my cheek like I’m being adorable.

It’s kind of sweet…

Kind of annoying…

A little much sometimes.

But mostly sweet.

I glance at the corner of my bed.

My little bunny’s still there.

That stupid, fluffy one I used to sleep with every night.

I stopped cuddling with you ages ago…

You just sort of sat there…

But lately…

I’ve cuddled you every night.

Ever since I slept with Tom for the first time.

Almost a whole month now.

And I told you everything.

Everything about Tom…

How he makes me feel…

What he does to me…

Every little detail.

I reach for it and hug it. It’s fluffy ears tickling my nose.

I hold it out in front of me.

“Sorry. You can’t come along this time.”

I smile at the thought of it.

The bunny sitting at the edge of the bed while Tom and I go at it like…

Like bunnies!

“That might even fit.” I chuckle.

I toss it back on the bed and tie the bag shut.

I don’t really know what to expect.

Just a fun, chill trip, I guess. Swimming. Drinking.

And Tom…

Touching me.

Kissing me.

Fucking me every chance he gets.

“Oh God, I hope so…” escapes me.

I’ve been squirmy all week…

And I hope his friends like me.

I don’t want to be the awkward one. The boring girlfriend.

The girl who doesn’t get their jokes… or laughs too loud… or says something weird without meaning to.

What if they think I’m annoying?

I want them to like having me there.

Someone who fits.

Maybe…

Oh, I just want Tom to be proud of me.

My phone buzzes. A message from Tom.

“Hey babe. We’re packed and leaving now. Can’t wait to see you.”

I write back.

“Ready. Can’t wait.”

Then I grab my bag and step outside.

And wait for Tom.

Just thinking about him makes my legs press together.

The way he grabs me… like he’s so desperate…

The weight of him on me…

That feeling when he’s deep inside…

God, I want him so bad…

I can barely think straight…