If you've got it, flaunt it

"Nothing major." James replies with a slight shake of his head "Although you can take it as far as you want. The guys are coming over tonight. Just, you know, make yourself known. Show them that I wasn't lying or making you up."

"That's it?" You ask

"Well, I mean, I'd like to spend time with you too. Not just show up and disappear kind of deal. And if you can show off a bit, great."

"Show off?" You ask in a defiant confusion "What? You mean you want me to walk around here in a **** Leia outfit or something?"

James' eyes widen, and you suspect you can see his groin start to swollen as he takes the idea in. It hasn't crossed his mind before, but he clearly likes it. "Wait, you mean you have one?"

You chuckle in response and roll your eyes. "No, James, control yourself."

"Damn." He muttered to himself, his mind clearly still dwelling on the image. Returning to the present only out of necessity "You wouldn't have to go that crazy, but something like that. You know, something tight to accentuate your figure. Maybe bending over to let them oogle at you."

This doesn't sound completely terrible, which surprises you. You hear past conversations and gripes about "objectification" in your head, and you fully admit that they rang true at the time. Now though, something feels different. Again, you feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the idea of being able to turn on a crowded room of nerdy dudes, just at your mere presence. The idea of being an exclusive plaything for one of them, teasing the rest, is getting you aroused. James' bulge isn't helping that matter either, and you find yourself struggling to find a reason not to do something about it. You already blew and fucked him once for no real reason, what objection could you have now?

"That doesn't sound so bad" You respond, getting your mind back on track "I dress pretty modestly typically, but I'm sure I can figure something out."

"I mean, you coming at all is great." James reaffirms you "Anything beyond that is just bonus points." He takes a slight pause, arguing with himself for a moment "Speaking of bonus points, if you did have a **** Leia costume, would you wear one?"

"Why?" You ask with a smile "You have one hiding in your bedroom?"

"No. I just know where to find stuff like that."

"You just want me to be your naughty dress up doll" You tease in a sultry voice "Get me all dressed up and just use me to fulfill your dirty, nerdy little fantasies"

"Well..." James feels a little squeemish all of the sudden now the words have been said out loud, like he's doing something wrong. "I guess that's true. Can you really blame me though? With how nice you are, and how hot you look? If you wore that around me, I don't think I'd be able to control myself."

Your mind clicks into a different mode suddenly. You don't know how or why, but it doesn't really matter anymore. With a little flourish of your leg, you move from sitting next to him to sitting on his lap, legs straddling his waist.

"Oh ya?" You ask seductively "I might like to see that. I wonder what you losing control looks like." You grind yourself against his erection, turning you both on further. "But not just yet. For now, I'm in control." You whisper in his ear, and he nods silently in compliance. You back away, getting on your knees between his legs. You free his cock from his pants, still surprised that such a big thing could be attached to a meek, scrawny nerd like him. You gently stroke his erection, delighting how even a simple act like this causes such pleasure in him.

"I know just what's going to get your friends jealous, since that's what you want. I'm staying here after they leave. They'll know that we're going to fuck after the last one is out the door. I'm going to toy the shit out of you in front of them, and when it's just you and me, I want you to take me to your bed and let me have it, okay?"

James is flushed in emotion and confusion. "Ya, sure. Whatever you want is good with me."

"Good answer." You reply and suck on his cock for just a few seconds before pulling away. "But you're not allowed to cum, or even jerk off." James responds in anguished groan. "Fuck. That's cruel, Amanda." Just as you think he's completely surrendered, he shows that he has a backbone after all. "You'll regret that later. You're going to get exactly what you deserve when it's my turn."

"I can't wait" you reply, "I'll see you tonight than"