JUDE
Not even Andre swearing he will forgo the slutty jeans makes me wear the skirt.
I have been eying that skirt for a while now, wanting to wear it, even if it's in the confines of my bedroom, but I haven't had the guts to do it.
After shoving it in the back of my closet once again, I settle on some low-riding baggy jeans and then a tank that is definitely for women, but I loved it, so I bought it.
I don't bother wearing boxers because I don't want those tonight. I have a few sets of underwear that I haven't worn either, those still in the packaging and then shoved in one of the shoe boxes and stuffed so high up the closet where no one would think of reaching for.
Doesn't matter. So I slip out of my lounge shorts, ignoring or not acting on the way Andre is looking at me as I shrug off the shirt I have on.
Stark naked, I reach for the jeans and shrug them on, noticing that I am well moisturized since I took a shower like an hour ago before zipping them up.
