I headed to the back of the store, where they keep the NC-17 rated merchandise and found exactly what I was looking for—a slutty nurse costume. What guy doesn't love a slutty nurse costume?
By the time I got to Peter’s apartment, I was giddy thinking about the crazy, wild sex we were about to have. I knocked, and a few moments later, Peter cracked open the door. He looked fine to me. Boys are such babies.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I walked inside.
“Eh, a little better.”
I dropped my things on the floor and reached for the laptop on the kitchen table. “Get back on the couch. I’ll order us soup.”
He shuffled back over to the couch, sat down, and started flipping channels. I quickly placed an order for chicken noodle soup online, then grabbed my Ricky’s bag.
“I’m just going to wash my face, I’ll be out in a few,” I called.
I ducked into his bathroom, ripped open the package like a kid on Christmas morning, and poured myself into the cheap white dress. It was so short, it just barely covered my ass cheeks. I pulled the zipper down, hiked up my cleav, and I was ready.
“Close your eyes!” I yelled from the doorway. If this didn’t make him feel better, I didn't know what would.
“I have a surprise for you, just do it!”
I sauntered out of the bathroom like Brit-Brit in her prime. Peter had his eyes closed, the remote still in his hand, ESPN blaring in the background.
“Ta-da!” I thrust my arms over my head and jutted out my hip. Peter opened his eyes.
“Wow,” he mumbled. I saw his eyes briefly flick back to the TV to check the score.
“You like?” I did a little spin.
“You look great, babe.” Only he wasn't even looking at me anymore, his eyes were focused on the screen. At this point in my fantasy, he had already tackled me to the ground and I was nursing him back to health in the biblical sense.
Not knowing what to do with myself, I sat down next to him on the edge of the couch. “I thought this would make you feel better,” I said.
“You look so good, Jos, but I’m just a little beat.” He rubbed my back, his hand making a scratching noise as it moved over the cheap fabric. I suddenly wished with all my might that I was not wearing this stupid thing.
“No worries,” I stood, and tugged the dress down. “I’ll change and be right out.”
What. The. Fuck. I mouthed to my reflection once I was in the privacy of his bathroom. What man turns down a ready-and-willing woman wearing a slutty nurse costume? I don't care how sick you are (and as an aside, Peter didn't seem that sick), it goes against the laws of nature! I get that things slow down the longer you’re with someone, but we just started dating. And, not to beat a dead horse, but I was wearing a slutty nurse costume!