“Well Clare, I think you enjoyed that in the end, you enjoyed seeing him look didn’t you, admit it, you liked the way he wanted you? Well, you have to ask him out now, or you are just teasing him.”
“Teasing him? You are the one that made me do it, dared me to do it.”
“Oh, come on, don’t give me that, I made you, I suggested it one time and then you jumped at the chance, and then you were so aroused that even I could see your nipples hardening.”
We walked on in silence, I didn’t think it was worth denying any of it, we were friends, she knew me too well.
“You know Clare, you could do with some nicer clothes, some nicer knickers.”
We were walking down the middle of the shopping area in town the following weekend. I didn’t have a lot of money, but Jenny did, and I sometimes accompanied her around the local shops. She had great taste and it could be fun to try on new clothes with her, even if it was just a bit of fantasy shopping.
I looked over at her, into her eyes, and we shared a moment then I laughed first.
“You mean, if I am going to go around the university, showing them to guys?” We both laughed then.
“Yeah, you bad, bad girl…. Exactly what I mean. Come on, let’s see what we can find.” She took my hand and pulled me into Marks and Spencer, she knew I couldn’t afford the nicer, expensive lingerie boutiques and I was relieved that at least I could afford the pretty little things in M&S.
We walked through the ground floor area, passed all the nice dresses and skirts, and walked through to the lingerie department. I walked up to the multi-buy area where all the cotton and polyester knickers were stacked in boxes of three.
“No Clare, not those ones, let’s look at the fun ones… If you are going to be showing off, then you need to show off properly.” She added with a grin and led me through the more exotic choices.
There were a few mannequins decorating the store in lace bodies, satin knickers and bras, corsets, nothing that I had ever worn before. I ran my hands over some of the satin, so soft, shiny, a most perfect feeling. I imagined how it would feel next to my bare skin.
“What do you prefer, lace or satin?” Jenny asked, holding up two hangers, one with a pair of pink satin in a shorts style, the other a little white lace thong, almost see through. I imagined myself in each of them, felt a jolt of excitement at the idea of wearing them, at the idea of a guy seeing me in them, in how he might feel about me as he looked at me.
“I don’t know, lace, satin, silk, it is all amazing, beautiful. OMG, Jenny, can you imagine me in those, I mean..” I stuttered.
“You mean can I imagine you wearing them sitting on the steps outside the Uni, and Gregg sitting opposite. Yes, Clare, I can imagine you doing precisely that, and looking at your face, I think you can too.”
We looked through the whole department and found a few things, knickers, thongs and bras in pink satin and white lace. Jenny had beautiful taste and it was fun to select a whole new range of underwear just for the fun of it. I couldn’t afford them all, but she gave me the rest as a present.
“I think you will need to have a few choices, and how knows, it might help your confidence with Greg.” Jenny whispered in my ear as we walked out carrying the small bag.
“So…. Did you? Which pair?” Jenny asked me as we walked out of the lecture, she giggled as we walked to the cafeteria and bought a couple of salads. By now my heart was beating harder again, I felt the tension in my chest, in my legs as we walked to the steps again.
“I wonder if the guys will show today, if they will show for the show ha ha!” She laughed as she looked around, searching for them in crowds milling around the steps.
I sat on the steps and flattened my skirt, looked around, glanced over at the benches but they were empty. I felt a slight disappointment, but then, I suppose, they had no reason to come along, no reason to think we would be there, no reason to want to come and see me.
We ate our lunch and then sat back a little and chatted about the course and what we liked, what we didn’t like, which of the lecturers we thought were the best and the cleverest. As we involved ourselves in the conversation, I didn’t even notice that Greg and Chris had sat down at the bench opposite us and were similarly involved in some conversation.
“You know Clare, it would be a lot simpler for you if you just walked over and chatted to him, you really don’t need to even play this game.” Jenny eventually looked me in the eye and then twisted her head, looking over at the bench.
I pretended to look around at the gate, but also checked out the guys on the bench, my lips puckering a little as I saw them there again. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that they were there, but I didn’t think so.
“I don’t need to play this game, but then he could just come over and chat, or something, but well in some ways this is kind of daring, it has a feeling of hide and seek, of innocent fun.” I replied eventually after thinking through my emotions.
“Anyway, you didn’t reply to my question, which of the new outfits did you wear under that skirt? Did you go for the pink satin or the white lace, just how daring did you decide to be?”
“It’s none of your business, anyway, maybe I won’t do anything today, maybe they will have to wait till another time.” I replied, but my reddening face and beating heart betrayed the reality of the situation.
“You are such a bad liar Clare, we both know you are going to, I bet you wore the satin ones, and I bet you have been thinking about sitting here this lunchtime since about 11 this morning.” She ran her hand up my arm over the top of my t-shirt, under my chin. “Tell me I am wrong.”
“Well, you are wrong about the satin, how about that.” I replied with a smile.
She looked down at my legs, still straight in front of me, feet together, skirt flat over the top of my legs.
“Oh… so you did decide to be bold, a white lace thong under that short skirt. I bet you have been walking around all morning feeling the material of the skirt flapping on your bare bum, thinking about how you would be sitting here, how Greg would be looking over at you…. Just like you are now.” Jenny was grinning widely now; she grinned a lot but there was a new level of smug pleasure in her eyes as she watched me.
“You only know what a thong under a short skirt feels like because that’s what you wear half the time in the summer. I have seen you after yoga, I am not an idiot, don’t try to make out I am behaving badly, when you do the same.” I looked her in the eyes, and she grinned, we both knew that none of it really mattered.
Somehow the interaction with her, the teasing had made me more decisive, I no longer felt the same doubt as before, and as before I raised my knees and scratching my foot, between the toes, then raised the other knee, felt the skirt lifting higher, slipping a little from my knee down towards my waist.
I knew exactly what they would see now, I had practiced in the mirror in my room. I knew how the skirt pulled higher would no longer cover my knickers, how the white lace was pulled tight over my neatly trimmed pussy, the triangle of light brown hair perhaps even visible through the attractive floral lace pattern.