Date with Ricky

We did not take Brad’s phone number, but that was not a problem; we would be seeing each other at school, although in my male persona. We got to my home faster, but safely enough. The sex that followed was marvellous. Dani and I wore matching lingerie the entire time and ultimately both climaxed more than once. Just as Dani had predicted we had to take another shower afterwards, this time together. As good as the sex was, it had not diminished our enthusiasm for the evening date with Ricky. On the contrary it allowed us to pick outfits with a clear mind.

The plan was to first meet with Ricky at a café and then return to our place together. We wanted to wear something sexy, but not overly flashy. We ended up looking a bit flashy, but mostly because of the colours. Since white and pink fit us so well at the gym we decided to stay with that colour pattern. I was wearing a tight pink mini dress, sheer white pantyhose and pink heels; Dani had the colours swapped. Her dress was slightly different, because it had cleavage; mine did not, so that the padded bra could create its illusion. Our heels were moderately tall at ‘only’ nine centimetres. By the time we reached the café Ricky was already there. He was dressed casually, at least by his own standards, which would be considered quite extravagant by others. His clothes were not as tight as his gym outfit, but significantly tighter than most men; more importantly they were also a lot more colourful. All three of us together looked like a flowery spring meadow.

Dani and I had had two workouts today, so we felt like we had earned a large cappuccino and ice-cream; Ricky ordered an espresso. A loose conversation swiftly steered into more specific regions. He already knew what had happened between me and Brad in the locker room, so it was only reasonable to complete the story by telling him the car chapter.

“Girls, you’re wild!” Ricky commented with a laugh, “Brad is innocent as far as I’m concerned. It’s you who has that effect on men,” he addressed that statement to me.

“On you as well?” I asked with a wink.

“Hadn’t I been clear enough already at the gym?” he matched my wink.

“I just wanna watch,” Dani interjected with a grin.

The expectations for the date had been laid pretty clearly. We finished our coffees while telling Ricky the tale of my transformation, which was started by a costume party. We could not have guessed its long-term (or even mid-term) consequences. Finally we went to our apartment, this time we behaved decently on the way. At the place we wasted no more time and went straight to the bedroom.