Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Cecilee followed Trisha into the bar. Normally such places made her uncomfortable, but, for the first time, she found herself willing to venture inside, both willing and daring to take the chance just knowing that H.A.J. was more than likely somewhere inside. As they stepped inside and made their way to their seats, she couldn't help but scan the place, trying her best to pick out who he might be. Oh, what would such a man look like? The very thought made her feel hot, her cheeks reddening almost instantly. You all right? Trisha asked, quirking a brow. You seem a bit...I don't know...off. The girl pursed her lips as she sat down. Cecilee just pushed at her glasses and stared at the floor as she draped her coat over her stool, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she sat down in awkward silence. Finally, looking over at Trisha, she just shrugged and giggled nervously. Maybe it's just nerves. My recital is coming up and I practiced earlier today, I... Her voice trailed and she peered out into the crowd once again, trying to figure out who was H.A.J. What's going on with you? Trisha asked, her tone a bit more serious. Feeling a bit cornered and not wanting to share her business just yet, Cecilee just looked at her friend and frowned. I... she began, but her words were cut off. Just then the bartender approached and leaned forward, interrupting the conversation. She let out a sigh of relief, her eyes immediately going to the rose. Cecilee's heart began to pound, her breath catching in her throat. The man in front of her and Trisha didn't need to say anything more. She knew who it was from. Her H.A.J. Oh, where was he? Trisha looked over at Cecilee, her hand moving to touch her arm. What's this? she asked softly watching her friend's face tinge redder and redder in the dim lighting. You vixen! she exclaimed as she lightly nudged her. Please, it's not like that, Cecilee explained. Just an admirer. Oh? Trisha asked. Do tell! Her face was one of sheer excitement, wanting to hear all the gossip. Leave out no details! There's not much to tell, Cecilee said. She knew she couldn't tell Trisha everything. Her friend just wouldn't understand. He's heard me play before is all. Just wants to show me support. Trisha let out an exasperated sigh. And hear I thought you might actually have something. She leaned against her hand and made eyes at the bartender, giving him a wink. Well then, I guess this means I have the freedom to set you up with someone. Cecilee winced. No no. I... I thought so! Trisha exclaimed. Cecilee hung her head. It's just that it's new, she said, unsure of what else to say and more than wanting Trisha to back off. She just hoped word of her white lie didn't reach H.A.J. After all, they weren't an 'item'. Were they? She hardly knew. She just knew how she felt each time she got one of his messages or gifts. Feeling uncertain, Cecilee then reached in her coat for her phone to check on the time. As she did, she noticed something else was in the pocketa note. She couldn't help but smile as she pulled it out. She glanced at it, reading the words slowly, letting them burn into her mind. In one tiny moment, she went from feeling unsure to confident. If only H.A.J would show himself... After a while, Cecilee finally convinced Trisha that it was time to go home. She was tired and had more than enough of the bar scene. The chatter of the people, the odd lighting, all of it...it was playing with her senses and she wanted to leave. But, more importantly, she was disappointed that she didn't get to actually interact with H.A.J. Though at least his note had cheered her up. When Cecilee walked inside, she kicked off her shoes and walked into her bedroom. She glanced over at her open window and smiled, a hand moving to cover her face as she blushed shyly. Setting down her bag, her blue eyes were suddenly drawn to the box on her bed. What? Cecilee said softly, quickly moving to see what was inside. She opened it and inside was a powder blue and pale pink frock, a lacy bit of lingerie that was soft against her fingers as she held it. The heat in her cheeks only grew and as she looked it over. Swallowing hard, she then glanced over at her laptop. There was a new message waiting for her and she felt her hands begin to shake, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Slowly, Cecilee stood up, lingerie in hand. She walked over to her laptop and read the message and gasped. Oh...my... Cecilee whispered, her hands clutching the outfit tightly. She then turned to glance out her window and then back at her laptop. The light indicator was turned on, which meant her webcam was on. She bit down on her lip, her heart hammering hard beneath her breast. I... she began, but she never finished her sentence. Instead, she just nodded, her eyes fixed on the little light. Cecilee stood up, her eyes staring at the light while her hands went to work. She pulled down her skirt first, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it completely. Next, she pulled off her top and she stood there before her laptop in only her bra and panties. Licking her lips, she sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, shakily. She took off her bra first, her breasts bared as her face reddened. She moved her arms and hands slightly to cover up just a bit, but it did little to hide anything. The cold autumn air swirled through her open window and caressed her pale skin causing her to get goose bumps, her nipples to harden. She then reached for the lingerie and slipped it over her head, the luxurious material hugging her figure perfectly. Once in place, she shimmied off her panties and found the matching pair so that she could slip them on in their place. After she was dressed, Cecilee walked over to her laptop and typed. Thank you for the gift. It's beautiful. And thank you for paying for everything earlier. I owe you so much. Cecilee continued to stare at the light, her thoughts running wild as she wondered where this H.A.J. was and who he was...and would he ever come to her?