It's not exactly modest but it's better than what you have

"I'm pretty sure these were Jennifer's." he said as he tossed a pair of jean shorts over to you and a black tank top. Shortly afterward he tossed a pair of underwear and a bra as well. You certainly knew Jennifer. She was a girl in your class that you'd had a crush on for about a year. You were too cowardly to actually say anything though and, since you weren't making a move, Alex asked her to a dance one semester.

"I thought you said nothing happened between you two..." you grumbled, gathering up the items he'd tossed to you.

His cheeks went a little red and a sheepish grin worked over his face. "Ah, yeah, well... I didn't want you to get mad with me is all."

You huffed a bit as you took a better look at the bra he'd tossed. It was certainly more lacy than you'd like it to be, but what really took you by surprise was the matching thong. It was practically see through in the front and would leave very little to the imagination if anyone saw you in it. "The hell is this?!"

"Like I said, it's the only thing I think you'd fit in! Besides you've got some other clothes there to put over it."

Yeah. Other clothes. The shorts were certainly short enough and the tank top looked like it would fall just short of covering your belly button. You knew this outfit pretty well actually. You'd had plenty of fantasies about Jennifer while she was wearing it. Regardless it was better than what you had at least. You started to pull your shirt up before realizing you were being watched.

"You uh... you mind?"

"What? I've seen you change before."

"Yeah, in gym at school! Not like this!"

"Dude, i've seen you naked like this."

"Yeah and that was the last damn time! Out!"

Alex shrugged and laughed a bit as he made his way out of his own room and closed the door the behind him. Despite the annoyance you also found yourself laughing at the situation. No... not laughing, you were giggling. The sooner you could find a way to fix this dumb mess the better! First things first though, you needed to be dressed. You pulled off your still damp clothing and tossed them into the pile of other clothes bunched into his closet. The thong needed to be first, you knew, but that didn't make the idea of wearing them any less embarrassing. All the same you managed to work up the nerve to slip them over your ankles and slowly work them up your hips.

The material was more snug than you imagined but also far far more comfortable. It was like your hips were being lightly cradled by the fabric. The lace also gave the lightest of tickles against your outer lips, giving you a slight shiver. Maybe it was vanity but you found yourself looking into his bedroom mirror at yourself, turning to inspect your own ass while wearing another girls underwear. Alex was waiting outside to give you privacy and... well... you felt awfully sex right now? Surely it wouldn't hurt to try scratching your itch a little bit, right?