the third dress

"We have one more dress we wanted to try on you, but we're really not sure if this is the direction we want to go in." Paula held out what looked like a long flowing maroon dress. "It's not the right color with your hair, so that's an issue. But we can still try it on to see on the fit."

Abbie knew she needed to take off the current dress in order to change, but her bra was on the table, so removing this dress meant being topless in the room. What would Douglas think? But she wanted to maintain her position of being comfortable with the situation.

Before she had even tried reaching for the zipper herself, Paula said, "would it be okay if Douglas unzipped you?"

Abbie grinned. "Yes, of course. Douglas, do you mind?" She turned her back to him once again, and as before, he unzipped her and got a bit of a feel of her back and ass in the process. Abbie shrugged the dress off her shoulders, and shimmied out of it. Facing away from Douglas, she allowed her hands to fall free. He knew her breasts were bare, of course, but she wasn't letting him see them.

Abbie turned, one hand slightly covering her naked chest, and picked up the maroon dress. This one went over her head, and she pulled it down and onto her body. It was an unusual cut. The front of it had material crossing in two places, but the ultimate result was a complete exposure of her stomach, and hemlines that were very close to revealing her breasts and the top of her pubic hair.

"This is quite the showcase!" she said.

Paula laughed. Abbie turned around for them to see. The top crossing material was meant to hold up her breasts, but the tops of the swaths of cloth didn't really stay up, so the very top edges of her nipple kept poking out. The bottom crosses left her stomach bare and revealed a good amount of her sides, while attempting to come together at her crotch. However, it was too loose, and as such, her panties were visible above the cloth.

"Hm. I'm not sure," said Paula. "Let me do a little adjusting. Is it okay if I fold and pinch some of the material while you're wearing it?

"Yes," said Abbie agreeably.

Paula stepped in and began to work on the material around her breasts. She would pick up sections of the bustline and fold them in, her fingers basically pressing directly against Abbie's breasts. More than once, Paula tucked her fingers into the top of the dress, and made direct contact with Abbie's nipples. "I guess we're bosom buddies now, huh?" said Paula. She seemed to have absolutely no interest in touching Abbie -- which was a bit of a shame, as Abbie was starting to find some pleasure in the attention.

"Yeah," said Abbie. "Next thing, we'll be having pillow fights, talking about our boyfriends, and practicing kissing."

Paula smiled. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Abbie shook her head. "I'm never good at the dating thing. What about you?"

Paula smiled. "Boys aren't my thing."

Abbie blushed. If boys weren't her thing, then all of this touching and groping around her breasts -- was Paula enjoying this?

"Stop getting excited, Douglas," snapped Paula. Douglas had been incredibly still and incredibly silent. "It's just a fucking dress."

Abbie was a little disappointed. There was something appealing about Paula, and as her hands continued to fidget with the cloth around her breasts, Abbie began to imagine what it would be like if she touched her a little more than she needed to, the way Douglas had previously.

"I guess we should deal with the bottom part, too. Are you sure you're okay with this, Abbie? I mean, especially after I just told you I'm gay?"

Abbie nodded. "It's fine. You're just doing your job."

Paula agreed. She bent down to look at the way the cloth was folding and bunching around Abbie's hips and stomach. She moved and tucked the material, frequently getting her fingers very close to the top hem of Abbie's panties.

"Not to be too forward, but the underwear you have on is making it tough to get this to fall the right way. You should really have something that sits lower on the hips, and if I may be so bold, isn't silk. Silk is too slippery."

"Is there anything I can do?" asked Abbie innocently.

"Well, short of taking these off entirely -- no."

Abbie shrugged. "Should I do that?"

"You want to take off your panties?" Paula asked incredulously.

"Sure, if it would help."

Paula blushed a little and stepped back. "Uh, be my guest, I guess?"

Abbie pulled up the flowing bottom half of the dress, and caught hold of the side elastic of her panties. She swiftly pulled them down, stepped out of them, and placed them on the table next to her bra. "There, not a big deal."

Except that now, just below her stomach, a few wisps of red pubic hair were visible. And more to the point, as Paula worked on the material and finding the right blend of folds and creases, her fingers needed to poke and prod into Abbie's body, including into the very top of her pubic hair.

Paula didn't say anything as she worked, but Abbie was very aware of her strong fingers touching her. If she moved just about an inch further down, she would ... oh, careful, Abbie.

"Okay, let's see the whole thing now." Paula stood up and took a longer look. Abbie turned around, showing the front, sides, and back. "It looks great. It's a great dress, you've got a fucking killer body, and you wear the hell out of this. Two big problems are one, I don't think it's the right style for the show, and two, since you're into boys, I can't ask you out. But other than that, I think we're good."

Abbie was dumbstruck. "What was that?"

"It's the wrong style," Paula said simply, hinting that she understood Abbie's real question.

"No, the next part."

Paula laughed. "I was just teasing. You're really hot, and this dress is stunning on you. If Douglas here wasn't such a moron half the time, I'd tell him to ask you out. You said you liked boys, right?"

Abbie blushed. "I said I didn't have a boyfriend."

Now it was Paula's turn to blush. "Ah. Well. Fuck me, then. I guess I'm the -- I mean, don't fuck me. I mean, wow. I just don't know how to say anything, so I'll just shut up."

Abbie giggled. "It's fine. You're cute when you get all flustered. You've been so stoic tonight, but this is a fun side of you to see."

Paula was silent for a moment. "You'll have to forgive me, Abbie. Too many long hours stuck down here with this thing." She pointed at Douglas, who hadn't been able to form a coherent thought for the last twenty minutes.

"No worries, Paula. I'm all good."

Paula smiled. "What do you say we try to recover our dignity ... and try on some semi-slutty looking pajamas?"

Abbie laughed. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."