Firefighter's Virgin

“What?”

“Don’t wear underwear.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not,” she said. “You don’t really need it. The girls stay up all by themselves.”

“I’ll be cold.”

“You’ll be in his apartment,” Missy pointed out.

“Fine,” I said, at last. “I’ll forgo the bra, but I’m wearing underwear, and that’s final.”

Missy sighed, but she pulled out some black panties with a little lace around the waist. “Not exactly super sexy, but it should do.”

“Excellent,” I said, grabbing them from Missy’s hands.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, slipped off the white undies and slipped on the fresh black ones. I had just slipped on the dress and Missy was zipping me up when she cleared her throat.

“What now?”

She laughed. “Are you…all good down there?” she wanted to know.

“Missy,” I said, in embarrassment.

“What?” she asked. “I’m your best friend. I’m allowed to ask.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m good down there.”

“Ah…did some grooming, did you?”

“Well…”

“Ah-ha! So, you are preparing for some sex?”

“No,” I said quickly. “I just thought…it’s best to be prepared.”

“Atta girl,” she laughed. “It’s about time, too.”

“I’m still not sure,” I admitted. “I mean, this is a big deal. Sex is a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal if you choose to make it one,” she pointed out. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. Let him take the lead.”

I sat down and took a deep breath. “It’s not just the sex, though…”

“You’re just making excuses to be nervous now.”

“No, I’m not,” I said forcefully. “There’s a rule, Missy.”

“Huh?”

I laughed. “You’ve obviously forgotten, or else you just don’t care. Remember, the university has a policy against student-teacher relationships.”

“You’re right, I don’t care,” Missy said, waving away my worries. “Come on; you’re not seriously worried, are you?”

“I am, actually,” I admitted. “What if someone finds out?”

“Who would find out?”