School's Out

'Got your stuff?' he asked enthusiastically. I nodded and tapped the box I was carrying. 'Through ebay - arrived today.' I said.

He nods, 'you where lucky,' he jokes and waved me through to the lounge.

'You first,' he said and watched as I tore off the brown paper. As planned I faked surprise and disappointment as I held up the girls tunic.

'Oh no!' I cry picking out the girl's tunic. 'They've sent the wrong outfit,' I said disappointedly. Steve raised an eyebrow in disbelief but I deserved an Oscar as I angrily bundled everything back up and stuffed it in the box.

'Don't worry,' Steve says soothingly. 'What size is it?'

'What does it matter?' I say crossly but nevertheless I looked carefully at the labels despite the fact I knew exactly what size it was.

'Go on try it on.' Steve pressed. 'Why worry its fancy dress. It will be a laugh. You'll look great.'

I disagreed and made a few pitiful reasons why I shouldn't but Steve was remarkably persuasive.

My whole body tingled with expectation yet I felt awkward undressing in front of him and to make matters worse he seemed delighted with my nervousness.

I put the white blouse on first but besides it doing up the wrong way it felt little different from my normal work shirts. The long white socks where strange as I hadn't wore such socks since school. I looked at Steve nervously as I unzipped the tunic, he nodded with approval and I stepped inside while Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat.

'Looking good,' he says as I shuffle the dress around my hips pulling it over my shoulders and feeding my arms through the holes. He slowly zipped my back up and as I felt him click the tiny latch tightly shut a wave of shyness swept over me. I shook my head trying to dislodge any anxiety.

But Steve behaved rather out of character and instead of stepping back he held me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I felt his hot breath against my cheek as his strong arms snaked round my tiny waist like a noose.