>You finally make it back to your apartment and drop off all your stuff by the front door.
>This is the second day in a row that you’ve come home high as a kite.
>You’re just about to collapse on the couch when you remembered what you needed to do once you got home.
“Oh yeah, my boxers…”
>You quickly strip down and toss your clothes in the dirty laundry.
>Might as well get your shower out of the way now.
>As you’re waiting for the water to warm up, your thoughts turn to the makeout session you had with Blossomforth in the tunnel.
>It was one thing to see her body in that leotard yesterday, but now you’ve actually put your arms around that athletic form of hers.
>Despite how well she has trained and how toned she is, she’s still pretty light.
>You could feel it when you held her earlier.
>You could have easily lifted her off the ground.
>Your mind begins to wander as you imagine what you could do with her.
>You look down at yourself.
>Attention on deck.
>You’ve ignored masturbation for the past few days, mostly out of boredom or from being too focused on other shit.
>That makeout session did get you pretty hot and bothered, though.
>Still you’re debating following through.
>Friday is only a few days away, the delay could make things that much more intense…
>Your train of thought is broken as you hear your phone’s SMS notification go off.
>The shower is up to temp, but you decide to see who sent you what.
>You walk out into the living area and pick up your phone.
>You swipe through and tap the SMS icon.
>Your jaw immediately drops and your eyes go wide.
>Before you is a picture of Blossomforth’s…blossom.
>Engorged and soaked.
>Below that is the text portion.
>“This is what you did to me earlier…enjoy.”
>Clever girl…
“Damn, she got me.”
>You pick up your jaw and walk back to the shower, this time with your phone still in hand.
>As you walk in and shut the door, the sounds of furious fapping soon follow.
 
…
 
>The next couple of days go by fairly fast, with nothing really exciting going on.
>The only time when you get to talk to Blossomforth now is during lunch time.
>The two of you chat it up the whole time.
>You learn that gymnastics has always been her favorite thing ever since she watched the world games for the first time.
>She learns of your martial arts training and why you left, but she’s happy that you’ve decided to keep training by yourself at the least.
>“Maybe you could teach me a few things…”
>That doesn’t sound too bad.  I mean, she’s got a great sense of balance already…
>Wait, did she mean at your place?
>Best not to dwell on that for too long.
>You still walk her home after school, but surprisingly there’s no hot stuff happening.
>Probably best to save it for Friday night.
>Friday itself didn’t seem to be too eventful during school hours, either.
>Only this time she didn’t sit down with you during lunch.
>As a matter of fact, you didn’t see her at all today.
>Slightly concerned, you send her a quick text as you leave school for the day.
>It’s not long until you get a response.
>“Sorry about not being around today, had an emergency at home and stayed behind.  Don’t worry, we’re still on for tonight.  Can’t wait to see you! <3”
>Hey, a little heart at the end!
>You blush slightly in anticipation for tonight’s date.
>You decided to play it safe and went for the old “Dinner and a movie” combo.
>Not like you could afford much else.
>You should look into getting a part-time job.
 
"Okay, what to wear..."
>You're standing in front of your closet, eyes narrowed as you decide your nightly attire.
>You aren't sure how nice you should dress for this.
>Sure, it's just dinner and a movie, but this is also kind of a special night...
>You think about calling Blossomforth to find out what she's going to wear.
>You can't help but feel that might be some sort of pre-date faux pas, though.
>You don't want to out dress her, but you certainly don't want to look like a shitbag in your normal street clothes, either...
>You feel your stomach start to turn over as your nervousness increases.
"Arrgh!  Why is this so hard?"
>Yeah, why is this hard?
>This whole week, you've been nothing but Mr. Suave and Confident, but now, all of a sudden, you've turned into a blubbering wimp over what to wear!
>This is silly; just call her and find out what she's wearing so you can dress accordingly.
>As you reach for your phone, another thought intrudes your brain.
>What if she already expects you to know what to wear and makes fun of you for calling her?
>Fuuuuck you, brain.
>You pick up your phone, but you're still shaky.
>Before you dial her number, you recall a certain litany that you once read in book.
>"I must not fear.  Fear is the mind-killer.  Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration..."
>You dial in her number.
>You wait for a few seconds, and the phone prompts: "Send?"
>You close your eyes, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
>You gently tap the "Send" button.
>You hear the phone ring once.
>Twice.
>Click.
>“Anonymous, hey!”
>You start to relax a little.
“Hey, Blossom.  How are you?”
>“I’m okay.  Why did you call?”
“Well I wanted to ask you a quick question.”
>“Okay…what’s up?”
>Here goes, Anon.
“Um, what are you going to wear tonight for, you know, our date?”
>“Oh, um, I haven’t really decided.  Why do you ask?”
“Well, I wanted to know so I could…coordinate, with you? I didn’t want to be too dressy, but not look like a total schlub either.”
>There’s a brief silence on the other side of the line.
>“Heh…hee hee, ehahahahahahahaHA!”
>Oh god, no.
>Is this really happening?
>You chuckle uneasily.
“Heh heh, yeah, pretty stupid, huh?”
>You feel pretty stupid, that’s for sure.
>Her laughter subsides, and you hear her sniff a little.
>“Oh, oh no!  I wasn’t laughing at you at all.”
>Huh?
“Y-you weren’t?”
>“Oh no.  I was just laughing because I was worried about the exact same thing.  As a matter of fact, I was thinking about calling you, but it looks like you already beat me to it.”
>A second passes before you start to chuckle some, and then roll into a full blown laugh.
>Oh god, what are the chances?
>You start to laugh a little too hard, which throws you into a short coughing fit.
>The coughing soon subsides.
>“Hey, are you alright over there?”
>She sounded a little worried.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.”
>You clear your throat a little.
“I should make it a point not to laugh so hard, huh?”
>“Probably a good thing.”
>You hear Blossom giggle lightly.
>It sounds so cute and innocent.
“I swear, I could listen to a pretty voice like yours all day.”
>“Oh god, save that for the date, you goddamn charmer, you!”
>Heh, you went and got her flustered again.
>She’s probably blushing like crazy right now.
>Looks like you’ve found your stride again.
“Ok, so I was thinking of wearing a button-down shirt and some nice shorts.  Y’know, since the weather is still warm and all.  What do you think?”
>“That’s doesn’t sound bad at all, actually.  I can work with that!”
“So wait, what are you going to wear?”
>You hear her giggle again.
>“Oh, you’ll see.”
 
>You get dressed up and head out of your apartment, down to the parking lot.
>You find your car in its usual parking spot.
>It’s a small hatchback, nothing fast or flashy.
>But she’s your first car.
>You and your parents bought it from a used lot shortly after you got your driver’s license.
>”Always buy used,” they would say.
>So very money-conscious…
>It was a surprisingly good find for the price, everything in working order, decent cosmetic condition, with a few dings here and there.
>But she’s reliable, and will get you where you need to go.
>You wonder if your parents had enough foresight that you would need a car for an occasion like this.
>You glance at your watch.
>4:47 pm.
>You’ve got a little bit of time before you pick Blossom up for the date.
>Maybe you should surprise her with a gift.
>Flowers, maybe?
>Not a bad idea.
>You hop in your car and drive off to the local florist.
>A little bell rings as you open the door and walk into the store.
>You hear a voice come out from the back.
>“Oh!  Hold on, I’ll be there in just a moment!”
>You wait for the person to come up to the counter.
>A woman in what appears to be in her early 30s comes up from the back of the store and meets you at the counter.
>She has dark red hair that reaches down to just below shoulder level, with natural highlights.
>“Welcome to my flower shop!  My name is Roseluck.  How may I help you, sir?”
“Hello!  I was looking to purchase some flowers as a gift for someone.”
>“I can definitely help you with that.  What’s the occasion?”
“Um, it’s for a first date…”
>You see Rose’s face light up a little.
>“Oh my, flowers on the first date!  You don’t see that nowadays!”
>Okay, lady, no need to make a deal out of it.
>“Ah, but if it’s for a first date…how well do you know the girl that you’re taking out?”
“Well, I met her on Monday, and we’ve been talking for the whole week, pretty much.”
>Rose smiles a little.
>“Well, if that’s the case, then it was definitely a good decision to get a flower for her.  Its purpose, when given at a date, signifies that you are interested in her.  If you were meeting for the first time, it doesn’t quite have the same impact.”
>Huh.  That…makes sense, actually.
>“And it’s better to go for a single flower, rather than a bouquet, even if it’s a small one.  You’re trying to make a statement, and often times, a single flower can say much more than many can.”
>One thing’s for sure, the lady sure is passionate about flowers.
“If that’s the case, what kind of flower would be best in my situation?”
>Rose grins at you.
>“That’s easy.  The tried and true red rose.  It sounds cliché, but trust me on this.  You can never go wrong with the red rose.”
“Okay then, how much for-”
>Rose stops you early by handing you one red rose.
>“Take it, it’s on the house.”
“Wha?  But…”
>“No buts.  I can’t recall ever seeing a boy your age being so thoughtful as to give the girl he likes a flower for their first date, so consider it a little help from me.”
“Wow.  Thank you ma’am.”
>You lucky bastard.  Not only can you make Blossom swoon, but you’ve got people willing to help you out too.
>How do you do it?
>A quick check of your watch as you leave the store tells you that you’ve got about 20 minutes until six.
>Let’s go pick up Blossom.
>You reach her house about fifteen minutes later, and pull up to the curb in front.
>You’ve been to her house a couple of times already, when you’ve walked her home.
>But the mood is different now.  You’ve never come to her house to pick her up.
>You can’t help but feel a little anxious and nervous as you get out of your car, rose in hand.
>As you walk up to the front door, you hide the rose behind your back.
>You reach the door and press the doorbell.
>Your heart rate steadily rises in anticipation as you wait for the door to open.
>You hear Blossomforth yell out from behind the door.
>“Coming!”
>You hear the deadbolt unlock and the doorknob turn.
>Oh god, this is actually happening.
>The door opens, and you see Blossomforth in front of you.
>She’s wearing a pink spaghetti strap tank top, with a denim miniskirt.
>As you look further down past those smooth legs of hers, you notice that she’s wearing pink T-strap sandals.
>Those feet.
>You come back up to eye level, and you see that she has her hair in a ponytail.
>She also is wearing aquamarine studded earrings.
>They kinda bring out her eyes…
>You notice that she’s not wearing a matching pendant.
>Something to think about for later.
“Wow.  That looks really cute on you!”
>Blossom giggles, blushes, and pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
>Damn cute indeed.
>“Thanks.  You look really nice too.”
>The both of you stand there in silence for a few seconds.
>Getting awkward now…
“Oh yeah!  I got you a little something.”
>You see Blossom’s eyes perk up a little.
>You pull the rose out from behind your back and present it to her.
>A look of surprise befalls her as she gently takes the rose from your hand.
>You soon see her face become flushed.
>“Oh my g… T-thank you, Anon…”
>Before you know it, she throws her arms around your neck as she pulls herself into a tight embrace with you.
>She doesn’t say anything else, like how sweet it was of you to get her a rose for your date, or anything like that.
>Her hug says it all.
>You wrap your arms around her waist and return the hug.
>You speak softly in her ear.
“You think we should get going?”
>She slowly and softly breaks her hug, letting her hands slide gently down your shoulders and arms.
>“You’re right, we should.  Just let me find something to put this in, yeah?”
>You wink and smile at her.
“Sure, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
>She runs back in for a few minutes while she looks for a vase to place the rose in.
>Damn good call on that flower, man.
>You should find a way to whore out that florist’s business.  The lady knows her shit.
>You see Blossom return, and you hear a deep voice come from the second floor.
>“Blossomforth, are you going out now?”
>She looks back and responds back up the stairs.
>“Yes, Daddy.”
>“Okay.  Just be safe, and let me know when you’re going to come back, okay?”
>“Sure thing, Dad!”
>Wow, he sure is trusting of her.
>Blossomforth looks back at you and smiles.
>“Let’s get going!”
>She closes the front door behind her, and the two of you make way to your car.