As I continued my solitude walk back home, I couldn't help but think about what had happened. By now I had already run through every event between the two of us the past week, though no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of what happened.
When I got home, I greeted my mom and excused myself to my room, pulling out my phone and went to Kate's profile.
Mentioning her being upset and cancelling the plans seemed to be terrible errors. So, my first text when I got back was a simple one.
Since you asked what I was wearing, here it is. I attached an image of what I was wearing out, they were black sweatpants, and a solid-colored shirt laid out on my bed. I saw that she received and read my message, and a text bubble appeared.
Okay, thank you for letting me know, I didn't want to underdress or anything. Here is what I am wearing. Her text took longer to type than usual and I could see why, attached was a picture of her in a dark colored skirt and matching top.
She raised a good point with clothes, but if anything, I was now underdressing compared to her. I decided to shoot her back a compliment: That looks really good, so is tomorrow night still the time?
I imagined her smiling as she read my text and a swift reply came: Thank you and yes, that will still work.
I went back to the picture she sent, she had the camera covering her face, so I couldn't see how she was feeling, however, the background of the photo really clued me in on the situation.
Kate lived with just her mom for reasons she hasn't even told me. So, since she was a kid, she was somewhat disorganized and usually, the room that I had seen many times could give me a hint on how she was doing. If it was disorganized with clothes strewn about, it could mean there was a test soon or there was a family issue.
On the other hand, during summer, her room was spotless, for the most part. Her family, her mom rather, was a woman I knew quite well and respected. As for the other parent, I had never met her father, by the time I started hanging out with Kate, her father had already been absent.
I wanted to know, I would be lying if I said I didn't, when it came up Kate would say it wasn't that big of a deal or something along those lines. But again, I could see how much it affected her, field trips with family made her sad. Family gatherings made her practically mute, but, anytime I brought it up, I was shut down.
So, I eventually stopped asking and her life seemed to be getting better as we both grew up. Little by little she was becoming more talkative around people other than me. But seeing her now, it reminded me of the late elementary school to early middle school Kate. I didn't want to see her like that.
Thoughts raced through my head as I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Kate is my best friend, but do I really know that much about her? To me, we were close, but outside of school and a few of her hobbies, how much did I know about Kate.
This question did pop up in my head occasionally, but I usually told myself to wait, and I would learn stuff overtime. I wanted to learn more…
Thankfully, my session of overthinking and worry ended when I heard my mother welcome my father and sister home.
After talking with them for a bit and eventually settling down to eat dinner, after which, I returned to my room with the excuse of homework.
I returned to idly texting Kate, something we did often when we were at home. I would ask her what she was doing, she'd answer, then ask me the same, and I would answer. Usually, she was either doing homework or reading a book, while I either did homework or watched anime.
We both enjoyed each other's hobbies and sometimes we would just be alone, together. Alone in our own worlds, doing our own things, but the connection between being next to each other was comforting.
Kate always talked the same over text, so I couldn't read how she was feeling now. I just hoped she was okay, eventually, I turned on a show and fell asleep soon after.
The day of our little date grew closer; I texted her first thing in the morning: You excited?
She sent a little reaction gif that displayed a cat nodding with, YES! written above its head. After that, I grabbed out some lounge clothes and brought them to the shower. I turned on the water and let her know I wouldn't answer for a bit and stepped into the steamy stall.
Showers were like heaven, I often put my head under the shower head and imagined myself in a hot spring with a beautiful nature scene before me. Kate was in the corner and…
Breaking out of my little fantasy, my second self was hard, water ran down my chest and finally running along my and of the tip of my member. Thinking of Kate would get me like this, especially thinking of her naked…
As I gazed down, I noticed the hair had grown quite a bit, guess I'll shave, never know what will happen. I thought, giggling to myself as I carefully used my electric razor to shave down there.
I obviously didn't expect anything from this date in that respect, but then again, I wouldn't complain if Kate and I crossed the line together. With both of us having turned eighteen late last year, sex was on my mind more and more.
I shook my head violently, trying to expel those thoughts for another time. Right now, I needed to focus on our date and trying to figure out why she was unhappy.
With that, I stepped out of the shower and time passed till nighttime.