I'll Be Seeing You by A.P. Hallmark

my date with Matthew, I wake up early on Saturday morning and mull over everything Laura and I discussed. It’s unbelievable that someone of my age is clueless to the world of love, sex, and men in general. I have really kept myself in seclusion, that's for certain.
    Since Laura promised to come over this afternoon to help me get ready for my first real date, I try to keep my already high emotions tempered by taking Conrad out to the courtyard behind the building. When I bought this apartment, I solicited the tenants of the building to turn the small private courtyard into a dog park of sorts, promising to supply the service to keep the area clean of dog debris. Considering most of the tenants were seniors and pet owners, it didn't take much convincing.
    Once Conrad had finished his morning ritual, I start making the pie that I promised Matthew. I make two, one for the party and one for him to take home. After I set them out to cool and clean up my mess, I get to work. Part of my work routine starts by printing the transcript to Braille. Then, after reading the chapter first, I narrate it to audio. As soon as the first three chapters are finished, I find my mind drifting again, to what Laura and I had discussed. Sex 101 she called it. Everything I believe my mother would have talked to me about, Laura told me, and then some.
    When she asked me if I had ever touched myself and experienced an orgasm, I told her I believed that I had. She said that if I were to have sex with Matthew, those orgasms would be ten-fold. The thought of Matthew intimately touching me raised my anxiety levels. It's something I want, yet fear at the same time.
    Laying my head against the back of my chair, I ponder about what it would feel like to have Matthew touch me … kiss me. I’ve only had one boy's kiss, which wasn't all that exciting. Unexpectedly, I feel something stir in the pit of my stomach. Is this what Laura was trying to tell me last night? Is this desire I’m feeling? I grin, hoping that if it is, it never goes away.
    My watch says three o’clock and Laura will be here soon, so I quickly straighten up my desk, then make my way to the kitchen to get us something to drink. As predicted, Laura, who is very rarely late, knocks on my door. Knowing who it is, Conrad doesn't even lift his head.
    "You found your key, I see," I say when I open the door.
    "I did. It was hiding in the pocket of this bag that I switched over to this morning," she replies happily, as she walks through the door.
    "Jessie’s picking me up at four thirty, which gives us half an hour to get you ready before I need to leave to get ready myself, so let's get to work," Laura says, as she takes the brush to my hair. "Let's do your hair in an up-do ... something messy and sexy. You have such a beautiful, long neck; you might as well show it off."
    It's funny that after she painstakingly brushes my hair, she takes her hands and deliberately messes it up again before securing it on the top of my head. My hair is long, reaching past the middle of my back, and how she got all of it to stay put is a mystery to me. Laura’s an artist when it comes to this kind of thing.
    After she finishes my hair, she applies make-up to my clean face, and then hurriedly picks out my outfit.
    "I’ve placed your royal blue V-neck knit top, black Capri's, and underwear on the end of your bed. After you take your bath, it's all there … starting on the left. I've chosen the blue sweater that's just sheer enough and faintly see-through. The blue lace bra that will barely show through is sexy, but still discreet. Your black ballet slip-ons are on floor next to the bed."
    "Laura, you are the best. Every girl should have a friend like you. Thanks for all this," I say, reaching for her hand. She places hers in mine, and I pull her in for a deep but brief hug. "Now go. Go make yourself beautiful for Jessie. I know he's excited. Matthew told me. See you later, okay?"
    "Okay, sweetie. You look really