Number Two

OK, so Kay is coming to my house, into my bedroom in approximately one hour and twenty five minutes, AND my Mum is safely at work, blissfully unaware of what her daughter is planning. Perfect; now all I have to do is to make myself as presentable as possible.
The bath water swills around my exposed shoulders as Lynx shower gel is hurriedly applied to all the smelly areas, splashing little droplets out onto the carpet. I rub ferociously before drying myself off. Then begins the ritual, the one I have maintained since the first of my sexual encounters. Slowly and precisely I begin to smooth lotion into my legs, massaging it into my pours until my legs look polished and pale, like creamy marble. You have to make an effort.
Despite my sexuality, I am unreasonably feminine, in my habits. I may act like a bloke most of the time, but I get uncontrollable giggles at inappropriate moments, and always make sure my make up is perfect before seeing someone I like. It only takes fifteen minutes to get my make up as good as I can do it, without looking overdone or underdone-just in  time to have a fag to calm my butterflies and wait for her.
She arrives, welcomed by the sight of me sat on my doorstep looking fresh (and smelling fresh) calmly smoking. Well, at least this is what I hope she sees, but how can you ever predict how the world looks through someone else’s eyes? I guess this is where a lot of self obsessed teenagers mess up, they worry far too much about how other people see them. Stupidly, never realizing that no matter how much make up they wear, or who they hang out with, they can never control how others view them. Yes, you can slightly alter the perception maybe, and influence it, but spending so much time on your appearance can never allow you to be in power of how others see you. So don’t bother.
My thoughts are interrupted as she comes up and kisses me efficiently on the lips, lingering only a few seconds. Long enough for me to know what she wants from me.