One More Night

You hum to yourself as you look in your bed room mirror. You liked how you looked in your red tube-top and black mini-skirt, even though you preferred t-shirts and jeans for the most part. Yet, this was a special occasion so something that drew a little more attention to your legs and bust was in order. You reach down to straighten your socks, which are also black and made of a very pleasant feeling silk.

You head downstairs and sit on the couch, flipping through a magazine about Pokemon Trainer dos and don'ts. Fortunately, mom was out at some community function and, despite being a meeting of old ladies, they tended to run surprisingly late into the night. Which was fine for what you had planned... and you grin wickedly as you hear the special knock on the front door you were waiting for.

Starting to hum to yourself again, you walk to the door and slowly crack it open. You smile as you see Blue standing there, clad in a fluffy blue robe and you giggle as you look down and see that he's barefoot as well. "You came," you say with mock surprise, "And here I thought you'd ignore the message I left in your mailbox."

"Meh," Blue grunts as you let him walk inside, closing the door behind him, "You said something about having an idea for a 'going away present' too and... you did win this time... I GUESS."

You smirk and lead Blue upstairs to your room. Even though your terms had been stated before, you knew his pride and curiosity (not to mention his own horniness) wouldn't let him resist you raising the stakes like this after the fact. You close the door to your room behind him and walk around him to stand next to the chair by your desk, pointedly looking him over. Blue seems to finally be aware of what you're wearing and grunts again as he says, "Haven't seen you in your cheap hooker gear in a while. You should wear it more. It makes you look better than your usual tomboy get-up does."

You roll your eyes. You're in a good enough mood that you're willing to assume that was intended as the closest thing Blue could manage to a compliment about your looks, so you're willing to let it go. "Off with it," is all you say in reply as you turn the desk chair around to face him and sit down.

Blue pouts in frustration as his cheeks turn red and, with little ceremony, he whips the robe off and lets it fall to the floor around his feet, exposing the fact that he is completely naked under it. He looks away from you, fists balled at his side as your eyes openly ogle his body. He always did keep himself in good shape, you admit to yourself, and his already raging hard member was nothing to sneeze at either. You point down to the floor in front of where you sit and say, "Lay down here. Keep your hands by your sides."

He does as ordered, and his face turns even redder as you sit above him, once more ogling his nudity and chuckling softly. "Y'know," you say, "I would have at least worn shoes and undies for the trip over. For all you say about ME, it looks like you're not above being more than a bit of a slut yourself."

"Sh-Shut up!" Blue snarls, still refusing to meet your gaze, though his anger is blunted by his nervous squirming due to his uncertainty at your intentions.

"Look at me, Blue," you say.

When he does so, you uncross your legs and his eyes widen as he sees that you are not wearing any panties under your skirt, his position giving him a good view of your glistening womanhood. While it's true he's certainly seen it before, this is the first time you've ever displayed yourself like this even in the few previous instances where you had control. You lick your lips and prepare for what you want to take as your "going away present".