Between dates

Next day was school day, so Sylvia had to stay at home. Dani suggested that I make one change to my outfit though - wear her trousers. They were skin-tight, made of a mixture of cotton and lycra; plus they had no pockets. Wearing them would not be subtle in the least, such trousers would further enhance my feminine curves, but we both thought that I could get away with that. I decided to wear a lace thong underneath. I did not have physical education on that day, so no-one should be able to see it. I had always been a good student and was always prepared for classes; I believed that the teachers would tolerate that level of extravagance.

I had stopped trying to hide my full hips and buttocks some time ago; I understood the futility of such efforts. My friends and other people surrounding me had gotten used to this feature of mine, so it was no longer so sensational. It soon turned out that mere trousers could refresh the sensation status. Suddenly everyone noticed my booty again. But let’s be honest, that was exactly what Dani and I wanted; my girlfriend knew which trousers to pick. I was not acting feminine in any aspect, but guys still looked at my ass, even though they knew who I was. I welcomed the popularity and played off my outfit as a joke. But there were a few people who knew it was more than that and Brad was one of them.

Brad should not have been surprised to meet me, after all we went to the same school, so it could have happened even by accident. But he was not sure how to act when we met; I assumed my booty must have been so distracting. I intended to keep my end of the promise and not mention publicly what had happened yesterday. We just exchanged phone numbers and I walked away. I knew that Brad remained in place and kept staring at my ass, so I added a bit of sway to my hips. Before I walked too far I could hear that someone was making fun of him, because he was ogling a guy’s ass. The rest of the day went mostly normal, only with some more remarks about my butt. I felt tempted to slip into my female persona occasionally and act like a tease, but I decided that it was not yet the time for coming out.

We called Brad after we got home and ate dinner. Obviously he was eager to meet up and was ready to alter whatever plans he had. Dani and I had decided that a date with Brad should look nothing like the one with Ricky. This one would be all about sex and one-sided at that. It was not necessarily a bad thing, but made the whole café part unnecessary. We invited Brad to come to our place this evening; he eagerly agreed. We had enough time to dress up for the occasion. Since we would not be going out, we might as well put on something even sexier. We ended up wearing bodystockings.

I was too lazy to glue breast pads to my chest, but I wanted to be busty nevertheless. I put on a bra which was designed to be worn with pads. It was a tried and tested item which looked sexy enough when combined with a proper outfit. I tucked my penis diligently, because I knew that Brad was not interested in it; a lace thong went over it. My bodystocking was black and opaque, it emphasised my curves perfectly, both the real and the fake ones. A red mini skirt which I put over it barely covered my buttocks and would most likely be taken off quickly, but I did not want to look like a whore from the very beginning. A pair of red strappy fuck-me heels completed the outfit. Dani’s bodystocking and lingerie were red, her skirt and heels - black. Again we wore matching outfits, but with the colours swapped; it seemed to be a perfect setup for us. We wore minimal makeup, apart from our lips which we painted bright red.

Brad came five minutes before the scheduled time. Of course this was mostly because that is how public transport works, but I was certain that he also simply could not wait. But it seemed that he had prepared as well as we had. His hair suggested that he had washed it recently; I assumed that he bathed whole diligently. The smell of the shampoo was overwhelmed by the cologne though; it was a pleasant smell. Brad was wearing a casually elegant outfit, something a young man with a sense of fashion could wear to a club. Clearly if there was a blowjob to be had he wanted to look worthy. In my opinion he certainly did, Dani’s gaze suggested that she silently agreed with my assessment.