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Accidental Nudity

A smile crosses my face as soon as I see the caller ID on my phone. Even after a few years with him, that is still my reaction whenever I get a call or text from Tom.

“Hey sexy! What’s up?” I greet him.

“Hi babes! Sam just called. He’s in town for a meeting today and asked if he could stay over. You don’t mind, do you?” Tom asks.

“Of course not! Why do you even ask — you know that I love Sam!” I laugh.

“Thought so. Do you want to go out for dinner?”

“No, it’s fine, I can cook. It’s cozier at home. And it’s a slow Friday here at work. I think I can leave early and pick up some stuff from the grocery store on my way home.”

“Well, if you’re cooking… Could you make –?” Tom starts.

“Your current favorite? My asparagus lasagna?” I interrupt him. “Sure thing!”

“You know me too well, babes,” Tom laughs as we hang up.

What a nice surprise. Tom had introduced me to Sam — one of his university friends — shortly after we’d started dating and we’d hit it off immediately. In fact, the first evening we met, the two of us ended up talking so vividly for hours that at one point Tom joked about having to leave the two of us alone. I knew he was only kidding — Tom isn’t the jealous type. And while I have to admit that Sam is extremely attractive and usually quite my type, he was with his long-term boyfriend at that time and I was still completely smitten with Tom. Well, truth be told, I still am…

Ever since, whenever Sam is in town for client meetings we try to get together at least for dinner. We had already spent several fun evenings sharing food, drinks and laughing and talking for hours. The last few times we finally convinced him to just stay in our guestroom instead of a hotel.

When I arrive home a few hours later Tom has already tidied up the guestroom for Sam, putting some fresh sheets on the guest bed and even started laying the dining table. I kiss him hello quickly and go into the kitchen.

“Do you nee help?” he asks, following me into the kitchen.

“Do you have time?” I ask him back.

“No, I should finish up some stuff for work…” he admits.

“Then go do that. You know I’ll be ok here and we’ll have more time for us during the weekend if you get everything done tonight.” I kiss him again and push him out of the kitchen.

While I’ve always been an excellent cook, we had to figure out the hard way that Tom is a decent kitchen help and willing to learn. But only when he is relaxed and certainly not when he is preoccupied with work.

An hour later the lasagna is in the oven and I even had time to whip up a strawberry-rhubarb-tiramisu, knowing that Sam has a sweet tooth and would appreciate a dessert. Tom comes back into the kitchen. “All finished! Now I won’t have to do any work the whole weekend,” he announces.

“Perfect timing,” I say, putting the tiramisu in the fridge to set. “I’m done here as well.”

I swipe my finger through the bowl with the leftover mascarpone cream, and offer it to Tom: “Wanna taste?”

He grabs my hand and sticks my finger into his mouth to lick off the sweet cream. Then he just keeps sucking, looking at me with a naughty grin in his eyes. I move my body closer to him and hug him with my free hand, matching his naughty grin. But then the doorbell rings: Sam is here.

“Hanna! So nice to see you again,” Sam exclaims, once Tom has let him into the apartment, and he pulls me into a tight hug. I can smell his musky perfume mixed with his own manly body odor as I return his hug.

And a moment later, as the guys hug, I marvel at the differences in them. Tom is tall and lean, with dark hair and a short-cropped beard. Some grey hairs have started to appear recently, that make him look a bit older than he actually is. But his eyes always reveal his real age when he is smiling.

Sam on the other hand is just barely taller than me, with a slender but muscular body. With his light hair and clean-shaven and soft face, he looks much younger than Tom. Nobody usually guesses that they’re only a few months apart in age. And even though Sam’s soft face gives him a feminine touch, his body language and deep voice leave no doubt of his masculinity.

“Guys, do you mind if I take a quick shower before dinner?” Sam asks. “It’s been a long meeting and I’d love to get out of this suit.”

“Just make yourself feel right at home. You know where everything is,” Tom replies. “We’ll have dinner finished as soon as you’re ready.”

I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Alright, sorry, Hanna will have dinner finished by the time you’re done with your shower,” Tom corrects himself. “You wouldn’t want to eat my food anyway…”

“Sure enough,” Sam replies. “If I remember correctly, you even managed to overcook instant ramen noodles during our university days…”

“Once! That happened once exactly!” Tom complains as I shove him into the kitchen.

“You can finish the salad dressing, Mr. Head Chef,” I tell him, checking on the lasagna.

A few minutes later as I’m crossing the hallway carrying a bottle of wine to the dining room, Sam comes ümraniye escort out of the bathroom with just a towel slung very low around his waist. He grins and winks, as he disappears into the guestroom to get dressed. I am so caught off guard by his sudden half-naked appearance that I don’t notice Tom coming up to me from behind.

He hugs me, kisses me on the neck and whispers: “Isn’t he hot? I wouldn’t mind if he dropped that towel…”

I turn around to look at him with a questioning face. He just winks and takes the bottle out of my hands to carry it to the table. I stand still for a moment, thinking. I know that I had mentioned in the past that I found Sam quite sexy, but Tom never indicated back that he thought the same or that there even might have been a sexual history between the two of them. Eventually I follow him into the dining room, but he behaves as if nothing had happened and just asks me to get the napkins from the cupboard.

Sam comes out of the guestroom, dressed in a pair of soft grey cotton tracksuit pants and a simple long-sleeved t-shirt. He sits down at the dinner table and I can’t help but notice how his thighs stretch against the fabric. When I look up at him he catches my eye and winks at me. I’m starting to get even more confused now, what’s with all the winking today…?

But then dinner passes normally. We share a bottle of wine and talk. Sam entertains us with some stories from his recent dating life. Since him and his long-term boyfriend broke up about a year ago, he’s been seeing a few men and women. As it turns out nothing serious at the moment, but his first-dates-gone-wrong stories are hilarious. We’re all relaxed, just enjoying the company of good friends and some excellent food.

Most of the time during dinner Tom has his hand lying on my thigh. That’s not something extraordinary, as we’re always quite affectionate with each other. But tonight he’s applying just a little more pressure and his hand moves just a bit higher up every now and then, slightly sliding my dress up a bit more each time. I can tell that he is horny and I am looking forward to having sex later on. To be honest, the thought of sexy Sam being just a few meters away only separated from us by a thin wall turns me on quite a lot. We’d have to be quiet. Not something I am good at with Tom, though…

“So, who wants dessert?” I ask, after we’ve finished discussing Sam’s most recent failed date.

“You know I’ll never say no to something you’ve made, Hanna,” Sam smiles. “But I’ll have to use the bathroom first.”

“No problem, that gives Tom a chance to start on clearing away the dishes,” I tease.

“Ah, come on, now you’re being mean,” Tom grumbles. “I always take care of the dishes when you cook!”

True to his words, Tom starts carrying the plates back into the kitchen. I follow with the leftovers of the lasagna to put them into the fridge. But as soon as we’re in the kitchen, Tom pulls me into a tight embrace and starts kissing me passionately. I can feel his erection growing against my belly and start to get a little wet myself. I reach up and bury my hands in his hair.

Suddenly I can feel hands massaging my neck. They can’t be Tom’s as those are in their favorite place grabbing my ass.

I’m startled at first, but after a few seconds I start to relax, especially as Sam seems really gifted at massaging my constantly sore neck and shoulder muscles. I enjoy the sensation of Tom’s tongue exploring my mouth, his growing erection against me and the firm touch of Sam’s hands on my shoulders and neck. After a while I can feel Sam moving in closer to me. Now his chest is touching my back and he starts to softly kiss the nape of my neck. Tom removes his hands from my ass and slides them over Sam’s ass, pulling all of us even closer together. Sam moves his hands down from my shoulders to my side and around me, slowly pushing them in between our bodies. I move my chest away from Tom a little, so Sam can cup my breasts. When his fingers start to caress my nipples through the fabric of my dress, my knees almost buckle. But I am held firmly in place by his and Tom’s embrace. We continue like this for a while and I enjoy being held tightly between two sexy men that caress me with hands, lips and tongues.

Eventually Tom breaks our kiss and smiles at me. Then he looks over my shoulder to Sam and leans forward. I move my head out of the way a little and the two of them share a tender kiss. After they break apart, Tom moves his hands from Sam’s ass to my hips and pushes for me to turn around. I willingly oblige and slide my arms around Sam’s neck. Tom still hugs me tightly from behind, not letting me back away from Sam’s body. Sam and I look at each other, seemingly for a long time, then slowly move our heads closer together. I am thrilled. Sam has a very sensual mouth and I’d wondered for a long time what his lips would feel like on mine. When we finally kiss, I am not disappointed. They are warm and soft, and I can taste a trace of the red wine on his tongue. But I can also detect his unique musky and manly smell again, more pronounced pendik escort this time. I am excited to explore a new mouth.

While Sam and I kiss, Tom nibbles on my neck and massages my ass cheeks. Then I can feel his hand moving upwards along my back, and he starts opening the zipper of my dress. I remove my arms from Sam’s neck for just a moment to slip out of my dress, as Tom pulls it down. Now I am really glad I wore a nice matching set of underwear today. After Tom has gotten my dress out of the way, he reaches around me and starts to pull off Sam’s shirt. We part our mouths quickly to get it over his head, but immediately go back to kissing, as soon as it is off. His chest feels warm and firm against my skin. A moment later I can also feel Tom’s naked chest against my back. Satisfied with our state of undress, he must have taken off his shirt as well. He leans in closer: “Maybe we should skip dessert?”

We stop kissing and I have to giggle. Not something I usually do, but then, I also don’t usually make out with two guys at the same time… Tom and Sam each take one of my hands and lead me towards the bedroom.

“Umm…, guys…” I say while we start walking. “I think I will have to use the bathroom before this goes any further… I drank a lot of water during dinner…” They laugh and let go of my hands. “Don’t start without me!” I instruct them and wink. Yes, for a change it is me doing the winking…

In the bathroom I quickly relieve myself and think. Do we still have condoms anywhere? Tom and I didn’t need them anymore since he got a vasectomy last year, but obviously I don’t know about Sam. And at 45 I really couldn’t risk getting pregnant, especially not by Tom’s university friend. Maybe we still had a few lying around? And hopefully not expired…? But when I open the bathroom cupboard, I can see a brand new box standing right at the front. I laugh. Tom had obviously planned for this… Well, that explained some things…

“Found the condoms,” I announce, walking into the bedroom. Tom just grunts a reply. The men are both standing besides the bed in just their underwear and a tight embrace, kissing slowly but passionately.

I put the condoms down on the nightstand and get behind Tom, pressing my breasts against his back. My hands stroke all the way from his shoulders, down along his sides until they are at the top of his underpants. I start to push them down while pressing myself against his body. Once they are on the floor, I help him step out of them, so that he does not need to break his kiss with Sam. My face is now level with his ass and I gently bite both cheeks, being rewarded with a soft purr from deep within his throat. I get up again and give his ass a light slap, before walking around to stand behind Sam and doing exactly the same thing with his underwear and ass.

When I get up again I cup his round ass cheeks and can feel him pushing back into my hands. They feel firm and tight and I keep kneading them while pressing my breasts against his back. Tom pushes against him from the other side, so now it is Sam being tightly hugged by the two of us. This is the first time that I witness Tom directly interacting with another man and it’s a very erotic sight to see him this passionately with Sam, rubbing against him, as he buries his hands in his short blonde hair.

Eventually they break apart and gasp for air. Then Sam turns around and they both look at me.

“Why are you still not naked?” Tom asks. Sam walks around me as Tom reaches for my bra hooks and opens them. Sam — now kneeling behind me — pulls down my panties quickly. I step out of them as Tom takes off my bra, puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes my upper body down. Realizing that this will expose me completely to Sam, I quiver in anticipation. I know he must be still kneeling behind me, because I can feel his warm breath on my pussy.

“Why don’t you taste her?” I can hear Tom say, just moments before Sam puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer towards him. I can feel his tongue lightly touching my outer lips, softly stroking along the middle, not yet parting them, but getting ever so closer to opening me up. For the second time tonight, my knees almost buckle underneath me, but I manage to put my hands on my thighs and stabilize myself.

Slowly, too slowly for my impatient self, Sam inserts his tongue between my outer lips, exploring my smaller, inner lips, finding the entrance to my vagina, circling it, then sliding down to find my clit and softly playing with it. He uses his hands to spread my pussy open, finally licking me with more pressure. He alternates between inserting the tip of his tongue into my vagina, licking all over my lips and sucking lightly on my clit. At this point I can’t stop moaning softly.

Tom leans forward and I can hear him whisper to Sam: “She loves a finger in her pussy…” Sam immediately slips a thumb inside me, while his other fingers caress my clit, causing me to exhale heavily.

Tom kneels down and I can feel his fingers underneath my chin. He gently lifts my head and kisses me tenderly. Then he smiles bostancı escort at me and gets up, without releasing my chin. With his other hand he guides his dick towards my mouth. I close my lips around its head and start sucking. I move one of my hands from my thigh to grab Toms dick and start to lick it from its base, sliding my tongue along the shaft, coating it in saliva, then circling the head before closing my lips around it once more. I can hear Tom moan. He puts his hands on my shoulders and starts sliding himself in and out of my mouth. Sam has in the meantime gone back to licking me and I try very hard not to remove my pussy from his mouth, while still concentrating on sucking Tom’s dick as far down as possible.

After Sam’s tender start, his licking has certainly become more forceful, pushing into my vagina with his tongue as deeply as possible while rubbing my clit with his fingers. He is doing all the right things to get me quite close to an orgasm quickly. Then suddenly, his hands and mouth are gone and I whimper against Tom’s dick as I am left yearning for more.

“No worries, I’ll be right back with you,” Sam chuckles and I can hear him rustle with a condom wrapper. As promised, he is behind me once more a moment later, gripping my hips with his hands. He positions his dick between my thighs and pushes it between them, rubbing against my clit. I whimper again. My pussy squeezes involuntarily begging for something to be put inside. Sam continues teasing me by pushing between my thighs a few more times but then finally pulls out and positions himself against my entrance. I try to wiggle against his dick, willing him to enter me, without breaking the rhythm on Tom’s dick. Still, when Sam pushes into me after all with one powerful stroke, I am surprised and the force shoves me against Tom’s dick almost fully driving it into my mouth. I start to gag, but Tom pulls out a little to give me room to breathe.

“Are you ok, babes?” he asks. I nod and grunt, still keeping this dick in my mouth. Yes, I had to gag, but I am still amazed — I’d never gotten that much of his dick down my throat before.

Tom and Sam lean forward for a kiss. Since I am now being held in place by my hips and shoulders by my two men, I remove my other hand from my thigh and start to play with my clit. Tom pulls me towards him, causing Sam to slide out a little. Sam immediately pulls me back onto his dick, causing Tom to slide out. They quickly settle into this rhythm, taking it in turns to push into me. I let them pull and push me and focus on sucking Tom’s dick once more.

It doesn’t take long, though, until Tom speeds up his pumping, disturbing our rhythm. I move my hand from my clit to his balls to massage them lightly, letting them skip between my fingers, my other hand still firmly gripping his shaft. He grunts and pumps even quicker into my mouth. A few seconds later his balls tense up, I increase my sucking and with a load long moan he comes in my mouth. I wince a little as his hands clench my shoulders hard.

After Tom has calmed down, I realize that my pussy is unattended. Sam must have slipped out during Tom’s orgasm to allow me to concentrate fully on Tom. I straighten up with shaking legs and kiss Tom deeply.

He hugs me, then pushes me towards the bed, making me lie on my back. He assumes one of his favorite positions with his face between my legs. Contrary to Sam he doesn’t waste time slowly exploring my pussy, but instead starts licking all over my lips and clit with a firm pace, getting my wet pussy all over his face.

Sam has removed the condom and is standing next to the bed, watching us and stroking his dick slowly. It’s the first time I get a clear view of his erection and while he is not as big as Tom, his size is still unexpected for someone with his slender body type.

“Come here, Sam,” I say, reaching out for him with my hand. “Have you ever fucked tits before?”

“No,” he shakes his head, looking at my large and soft breasts. “But I’d love to give this a try.”

“Ok, straddle me,” I instruct him as I spit into my hands and rub saliva all over the inside of my breasts to get them as slick as my pussy.

Sam gets on top of me, leaning against the headboard with one hand and guiding his dick between my breasts. I squeeze them together with my arms and they completely enclose his dick. He starts to push through them, and whenever he is at the top, emerging from my breasts, I try to catch his tip with my mouth. Sometimes he stops there, letting my tongue play around on his head for a moment, before pulling back through my tits again. I can see his lust in his eyes and face getting stronger.

Then Tom changes pace licking my pussy. He uses one hand to spread my lips open, knowing fully well, that this increases my sensitivity while also giving him more access to my clit. And with his other hand he inserts first one finger, then two, then three into my pussy. I moan uncontrollably against Sam’s dick as Tom starts to massage my g-spot while applying even more pressure with his flat tongue from the outside. He really knows how to get me over the edge and I can’t hold back anymore. I throw my head back, letting Sam’s dick out of my mouth and convulse in an intense orgasm, trembling all over my body, squeezing my pussy tight around Tom’s fingers and pushing my clit up into his mouth.

The Hardest Kind To Be Ch. 02

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Pegging

That first week of classes would be fondly looked back on as one of the most purely exciting times of Ginnie’s life. She met dozens of new people, most of them as nervous and eager as she was to get into some kind of rhythm. Her schedule was all mornings–so it left her afternoons relatively dry and open to interpretation.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she had Spanish and Greek–having been talked into the former by her high school guidance counselor and the latter by Tina, who felt that one should be able to make lewd comments in a language only the overly educated would understand. It was a toss up between Latin and Greek, with the only difference being the sheer number of text books (with Latin several pounds ahead, and thus picked over).

Spanish class was a little more traditional than Greek. Where Spanish was a large auditorium in the History Department’s Building, taught to two hundred students at once–where nobody knew anyone’s name that wasn’t one seat away, Greek was a dozen or so people around a conference table in the Religion Department, on the third floor of Gan Hall. Everyone was looking at everyone else all period—which was disturbing and relaxed at the same time.

Ginnie, however, grew fond of her immediate surroundings in Spanish. There was a tall, black fellow to her right who always wore very sharply ironed jeans with a stiff crease in them–he looked like an athlete and stood well over 6′ tall. Maybe 6’6″? 6’8″? Ginnie was horrible at heights. But he smelled nice, and that was a good thing with such close proximity–he came to Spanish talking on a cell phone and smelling like pancakes. She knew his name was Durellion or something like that, but they never really spoke in class. He had a nice smile and wasn’t intimidating.

Tuesdays and Thursdays it was Calculus, English, and Biology. Her math class was just like high school: desks and chairs and teachers and chalk. She always did like math, so this was the easier portion of those mornings. Nobody ever really talked in class, though many fell asleep–she didn’t figure on making any new friends there.

English was a small discussion group of thirty students and one very young looking teacher’s assistant. From what she could glean of the course, she’d never meet the professor–but he’d make tests and require readings and grade essays. Her T.A. was a young man who couldn’t have been more than thirty named Yoseph–he had a faint accent that she couldn’t place, but was energetic when he talked and seemed to ignore the dumb stares he got when asking questions about the readings.

Ginnie felt a little flushed whenever he’d look at her. He was also very tall–though that’s not too hard when you’re a bit short–with brown, faintly graying hair and green eyes. He called her Miss Morris, and she felt a little bit faint whenever he did. So silly, she thought, but Tina had been helping her be o.k. with being a little silly–so no harm there. She’d mentioned Yoseph to Tina, only to be horribly mocked and teased about him well into lunch the next day. She took it in good humor and even made some jokes, herself, about crushing on him.

The campus of the University was, by all accounts, gorgeous. It was one of the things that attracted Ginnie to go there–besides her sister, of course. There were trees and green everywhere, large open areas dedicated to green grass and tall oaks and colorful magnolia trees. Ginnie was used to a colder climate, a place where the green was thick and brushy–here, though, was a place where the green kind of splayed out and relaxed, soaking up the sun.

It was still Summer-ish and the boys and girls (and young men and women) went to and fro in shorts and t-shirts and jeans–casual attire that conflicted with what her and most other freshman were wearing… presses pants, collared shirts, and a look that just screamed “I’m looking my best, please notice!” It was warm enough to be a northern summer, despite being a southern fall here. The sun and humidity won out by nine in the morning, and anyone not ready for some heat wound up succumbing to the elements before breakfast was over.

Tina and Ginnie shared only the one class, Greek. It was full of nerdy types and bookworms, all of them boys, most with disheveled clothing and unkempt features. Both girls took their stares a little differently. Where Tina proceeded to frequently lean over to this fellow or that fellow, picking different ones to sit by each day, leaning close and whispering so very near their ear for help on this or “what did the professor say?” kind of artifices; Ginnie was more comfortable sitting there and trying not to make eye contact with any of them, though her and Tina traded funny drawings of one particularly intent and angry boy at the end of the table named Carlos.

After the first week of classes, with the first weekend’s arrival, it seemed as though Tina and Ginnie had known each other for years. They caught lunch together three times a week, and saw each other for dinner and evening dorm visits with other girls every night. They were almost canlı bahis inseparable. If Tina was walking up to a guy to ask for a cigarette and a light (and coming in very close to get the latter for the former), it was Ginnie sitting on the bench laughing at the poor boy’s “deer in the headlights” reaction. And if Ginnie was missing an opportunity to meet someone new, it was Tina introducing her instead. Time spent around Tina was time she, magically, found herself not tripping over her own words or being awkward. She didn’t know whether that was more because of Tina’s flamboyant nature rubbing off a bit, or because college was just a different place.

And all during that week, Ginnie had been surprised to see that Sissy–the only part of her high school to follow her halfway across the world like this–was nowhere to be found. If the blonde came to their room, it was during times when Ginnie wasn’t there. Things would be out of place from one day to the next, but Ginnie couldn’t tell when Sissy was coming or going–and she really stopped caring, one way or the other, by that first Saturday.

That was the Saturday of the party, and her first real sexual encounter.

. . .. … …..

“So… sit down and try not to gush while I show off my assets. I do not need you dreaming about me tonight, because that would just be uber-creepy considering I’m going to have some sweaty man groping your yum-yums by one in the morning… and he deserves better than to have his conquest dreaming of some foxy redhead’s sweet, sweet butt.”, Tina rattled on and on while Ginnie sat on her bed casually reading the latest from Yoseph’s class–Hamlet. It wasn’t bad.

“I still don’t want to have sex with you.” Ginnie replied nonchalantly, rolling her eyes jokingly. She was used to Tina’s humorous accusations, and smiled genuinely. The girl had a way with words, after all.

“Oh, you lying bitch. Oh, well fine. Look, it’s the party of the century tonight at the Rho Pi house and I insist you and I both look our best. I want to be well dressed if I have to call Brandon”, Tina flitted about her room–a single dorm room all to herself and, thus, spacious as hell. She started throwing things out of her closet onto the spare bed while Ginnie waited patiently for the outfits to show up.

Tina, apparently satisfied that she’d tossed out all the unworthy clothes, shot to her feet and daintily turned around like a debutante presenting herself.

“Alright. I want honesty, Ginnie dear. If you lie, I will know. I will sense it in my journalistic ovaries”, Tina had been flirting with journalism as a major and hadn’t lost an opportunity to bring it up in polite conversation.

“Oh, I’ll tell you if you look like a… y’know… a skank.” Ginnie giggled. She couldn’t imagine joking about calling someone a skank a week ago, but so much changes so fast.

“Please do”, Tina curtly replied. The tall redhead grabbed the hem of her little blue t-shirt and lifted it over her head while she kicked off her sneakers. Ginnie hadn’t noticed the disrobing, being much more interested in thinking about Yoseph acting out the duel scene the next day–and get a little warm while doing it.

But, with the wriggling and muffled vulgarities coming from underneath the half-on/half-off shirt and a bobbing around Tina, Ginnie couldn’t help but notice the girl struggling comically. In between chuckles, Ginnie noticed–for the first time since they’d met–just how amazingly put together Tina was.

With her arms wrapped up over her head, and the lack of shirt–Tina was proudly displaying assets Ginnie hadn’t truly noticed before. The tight line of her abdomen, perfectly toned without being muscular; breasts that seemed to either supported by God’s most perfect bra, or sheer genetics–it wasn’t that she was surprised that Tina had boobs, she could kinda tell that already, it was that where Ginnie had figured the redhead invested in a pushup or something a bit padded… it appeared to be the case that the implied C-cups were actually real.

Ginnie was silent as could be while Tina kept undressing. The latter not noticing the stares while she unbuttoned and stripped off her jeans. A pair of tiny, hip-hugging white panties hardly covered an athletic form. It never occurred to Ginnie to ask Tina if she had done any sports, but she was almost certain the girl had to have run track or done some kind of athletics. Her legs, though fair and white, were firm and shapely, and when she turned around that thin scrap of white fabric did nothing to hide a dancer’s butt. High and firm, with narrow hips to accentuate the thin waistline.

While following the line of those panties around and around, as the other girl pulled off socks and turned towards the closet, Ginnie was absolutely mesmerized. She’d never seen such a beautiful woman mostly naked like this before. She truly didn’t know how to not stare; she wondered why everyone didn’t just gape at people like Tina all the time. She wondered what her skin maybe felt like… was it… smooth and… it looked canlı rulet cool… like, maybe a little bit cold to the touch–like porcelain.

She looked a little longer and wondered how those panties, as small as they were, could cover Tina’s…

“Hey! You! I’m up here. I swear I’m going to do this by myself if you don’t start getting with the program. I totally knew you wanted me.”, Tina put her hands on her hips and looked angry–while trying to hold back the giggling.

Ginnie snapped to immediately. Where was she, where had she been? Where had those thoughts come from?

“I’m just wondering”, she started–not knowing where she was going with it, “How come you’re covered under that? Do you… y’know… shave? Like, there?”

Tina dropped the frowning and went back to her usually chipper self while she searched for something to wear on the bed.

“Well, no. No, I don’t. Because I’m not putting anything sharp like that near my”, she waved her hand around her crotch, “…my, y’know, lady-parts. But, I do get waxed. It hurts a little, but it’s totally worth it.”

“Oh. Well, yeah.” Ginnie hadn’t tried that before, though she’d given the shaving a go when she was younger out of boredom and curiosity. It made her itch and she didn’t really need or like it.

“Anyhow, let’s get back to the topic at hand”, the redhead sparked as she hopped down from the high-rise bed, “What outfit has the sinful duty of covering all this hotness? Hmmmm? How about the green?” Tina grabbed a green minidress that looked more like a large legwarmer than a dress and slipped it on. The velvety material hugged every line and curve, her toned tummy was outlined faintly in the cloth, her hips and legs looked amazing contrasted against the fabric. She looked like a model.

Which… come to think of it…?

“Wait… Tina, can I ask you something?” Ginnie almost whispered.

The redhead leaned down as though about to hear a confession not meant for others.

“What?”, she put on a look that was half-comical and half-curious, a sort of wide-eyed panic that seemed more in line with a grown-up humoring a child’s telling of a seeeeecret.

“Have you ever… been, like, a model?” Ginnie hushed.

Tina looked at her for a second, right into her eyes–those blue eyes just fiercely studying the motive behind such a question. They were almost nose to nose, and Ginnie was half-frightened that the girl might yell or get offended–though why she should was beyond her.

Tina sort of nodded to herself, not really an admission of anything the question was asking, but more of a response to some kind of internal inquiry. The pretty redhead sort of nodded to herself, with a tight-lipped thoughtfulness and put her hands on either side of Ginnie’s face.

Very soft, very intentional hands, very long fingers running their way back into Ginnie’s hair behind her head. Tina leaned in and kissed her on the nose.

“Ginnie, hon, that was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me, ever”, Tina still nodded to herself and looked the brunette in the eyes with a genuine camaraderie. “Now, can we get back to the outfits?”

Ginnie was smiling; Tina had a way of making everything worth smiling about.

“Sure. I think you look like a skank in that. What else you got?” she prodded.

Tina, in a flourish both funny and overdramatic, peeled the green dress off and went back to the pile.

“Oh, much, dah-ling. I have much clothes. Too much clothes!” she prattled on. After three outfits, they’d found the perfect match. A pair of tight white capris, an unreasonably evident black thong, and a white blouse–a little too small–covering a matching black lace bra. With the right accessories and sassy white hat, Tina looked like something on a New York nightclub scene. She looked casual and sexy, and Ginnie was certain her friend would knock them all dead at whatever party she was going to.

“Your turn. We have to get you done up and we haven’t time for you to argue with me. So… do you trust me?” Tina put her hands up in her usual “are you a wild animal about to attack” pose.

“I didn’t know I was going… I didn’t… you didn’t say,” Ginnie stuttered on and on.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Gin. I can’t just walk in alone. Look at me. They… will… rape… me. I need backup. I need someone to throw to the rapists as I run away.” she smirked.

It seemed like whenever Tina smirked, it made everything else o.k. Ginnie hadn’t really thought about going to a party, but this was college–she absolutely had to start off college different than high school. She must go to parties and not be a wallflower. She knew this.

“Alright. I trust you. But, c’mon… nothing too crazy. I’m not ready for all that.” she implored her impulsive friend.

Tina looked her over, like a doctor inspecting a new medical experiment. She poked and prodded, jokingly.

“Ah, jess, jess. Ve can do somptink, ‘ere. I vill make you my latest creation”, Tina went on as she started stripping the brunette. She continued online rulet her bad German accent while unbuttoning this and undoing that until Ginnie, a little embarrassed, stood there in her underwear.

Tina took a step back, and ceased looking comical.

“Wow. You’re a piece, aren’t you?” she mused while turning to look for an outfit.

Confused, Ginnie just stood there. A what? A piece?

“What do you mean I’m a piece?” she demanded.

Tina was tossing clothes right and left, never looking up or turning back toward her.

“I mean you’re well put together. You shouldn’t wear all those clothes. I mean, you’ve got nice boobs–like, manageable ones. All sorts of cute bras and whatnots will fit you. And you’re very… womanly.” Tina never turned around.

“Womanly? Is that your way of saying ‘fat’?”, Ginnie crossed her arms in front of her and cocked a hip. Ginnie had always thought of herself as “dumpy”. She was thicker than Tina, not as fit or toned, but she’d never really thought of herself positively–physically anyway. She was alright, maybe.

“No, not a bit. With the right outfit–and hon, it’s always about the right outfit–I bet you get a few knocks on your windowsill tonight. You wear frumpy clothes. You need to relax a little. You’re pretty foxy; you just need the right look. And… HA… there we go. This is perfect”, Tina spun around with something small and black.

“I can’t wear this anymore because I grew a few inches over the last couple of years, but this would totally fit you. On me, it looks like I’m a hooker. On you, it should be perfect. Like a junior hooker.” Tina shook out the black dress. It looked harmless enough–a little tight, but otherwise it might be alright.

“Are you sure?” Ginnie, “Isn’t it a little… small?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tina sparkled.

“Well, yeah.”

. . .. … …..

“C’mon, boy… do it for me”, Ginnie moaned into his ear.

“C’mon, pump it faster,” she pleaded with her best little girl voice, “God, it’s so thick and hard. I’ve never seen such a big… hard… dick before.”

She had her face pressed against his, whispering throatily into his ear with one arm around his neck and the other clutching his collar. Her dress was up over her waist and Troy was standing there with his back up against the bathroom door while the music poured over the whole house.

She felt his hands roaming around her back and dropped her hands to his, sliding them sharply to her ass.

“Right there, you like that, huh? I’m getting so hot, so wet when you grab me like that.”

She feverishly gripped his shirt collar and occasionally nipped his ear, “Faster, boy. Please? I want you to come on me. I want to see that big… hard… dick come on me. You can do that for me, can’t you?” she cooed.

“Uh… hmmmm… yeah… yeah”, he grunted as she lightly ground her body against his, his hand gripping and jacking his cock feverishly.

Ginnie snaked her hand down around the base of his cock, and squeezed as hard as she could, “Keep stroking it, I just wanna hold it like this. Oh, God, that’s hard. Mmmmm. C’mon, boy. C’mon–for me. Cum for me, faster baby. Faster.” she panted into his ear.

Not three minutes after she had slammed him against the bathroom door and begged for him to pull it out, Troy began bucking lightly and groaning as he came all over her tummy and down the front of the red panties Tina had picked out.

“Oh, shit… oh, my fucking God.” Troy was panting.

Ginnie kept squeezing his cock and felt it jerking in her hand. She ran her palm up his shirt–wiping her hand off in the process–and grabbed him by the jaw, turning his head toward her and looking him right in the eye.

“Mmmmmm, I liked that. Thanks.” she winked. Ginnie pulled her dress down and nudged him out of the way and went back to the party–making a bee-line for Tina, who was sitting smugly on the couch in the next room over drinking a beer and trying not to laugh.

The lights were psychedelic and wild and the music was so loud that between the noise and the crowd, Ginnie was on a different planet by the time she reached her friend. She sat there, breathing hard and trying not to laugh.

Tina nestled up to her and dropped her head on Ginnie’s shoulder.

“So. I’m a little drunk. Did it work?” the redhead asked, only slurring her words a bit.

Ginnie started giggling, and lowered her head so nobody else might hear.

“I did everything you said. Everything. I can’t believe that just happened. How is it that easy? He didn’t stop me or anything.” she raced on, “He just looked surprised and then pulled his thing out and I told him exactly what you said and he just did it. What the fuck?”

She couldn’t believe it.

Tina leaned up and looked her in the eye.

“Dah-ling. It’s that easy. You’re not hard on the eyes, and you gave him an excuse to get off. That’s almost as hard as it is. And see? I told you, just put it on your terms and they’re like puppies. If you’d have bent over the sink and told him to fuck you, he’d have fucked you. If you had offered to blow him, he’d have let you. But, hey, just get up in their space, flirt a little, sound sexy and confidant, and they’ll do what you want. It was good for him, too.” she mumbled, smiling.

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