Jelousy and nervousness

“Hang on baby!” Tom suddenly called. “I’ve changed my mind, I think that maybe you should wear the shorts and the top.” He looked at her nervously. Emily felt her heart drop as she realised how excited she had been to wear the scandalous outfit in front of Bill and his friends. She felt herself getting angry at Tom now that he’d taken that away. She whirled around to face him and then instantly felt guilty when she saw the worried expression on his face.

“Ok, if that’s what you want!” she said, putting on a happy face. She grabbed the outfit off the bed and a pair of panties she hoped wouldn’t show through the shorts, then disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged dressed in the hotpants and the tight top, her breasts pushed up by the push up bra.

“Is that better?” she asked, a hint of her annoyance peaking through.

“Ugh, yep. You still look like an absolute wet dream.”

“Uhuh,” she said, pulling her coat on and heading for the door. Tom watched her leave with a worried look on his face. Maybe he should have left her in the bikini and happy, rather than in the less risque, yet still extremely slutty, outfit and annoyed at him. He stayed in the doorway to see her stalk across the road and up to Bill's door. She knocked and was quickly answered by Bill, who drew her into a hug against his big frame. His hand lifted her coat and grasped her half exposed ass. Tom looked around nervously, worried that someone else would be seeing this display as Bill just kept groping her. Finally he released her butt from his grip on her ass and pulled her into the house and closed the door behind her.

Tom quickly shut the door and rushed back into the bedroom, grabbed his phone and waited impatiently for the link to the livestream Emily was going to text through to him.

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Emily walked grumpily across the road. She’d been so excited to head over to Bill in the ridiculous bikini, especially after the disappointment at the lingerie store. She had been picturing Bill’s reaction when she dropped the jacket, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her! But instead Tom had lost his nerve at the last second! Didn’t he trust her? She had ended up ditching the panties in her annoyance, meaning she only had the thin material of the tiny shorts protecting her pussy.

As she stepped through Bill’s gate her mind returned to the present, as well as what the rest of the night might bring. She felt a tingle deep inside her when she thought about what she was wearing as she walked up to the front door of their asshole neighbour. It might not be as slutty as the bikini, but there was no doubt it was slutty.

Next thing she knew she was at the door. She raised her hand and hesitated for just a moment before knocking. This was it, no going back now. It was only a couple of seconds before Bill answered the door. His immense frame blocked out almost all the light spilling out from the hallway. As she looked up at him Emily noticed that even his silhouette was ugly. His thick, flabby neck, shrivelled ears and bald head giving him a troll-like appearance in the harsh lighting. The idea that she gave herself, a teen girl in her absolute sexual prime, to this mythically brutish man made her pussy ache and she felt herself squeezing her legs together as she stood submissively before him.

He reached forward and pulled her in for a hug. She gave no resistance, still lost in thought about the stark contrast in their appearances. She felt him pull her jacket up and envelope an entire butt cheek in one of his meaty hands. She felt her nipple harden against him at the feeling of his warm hands in contact with the unprotected skin of her ass. After the mental effort of holding herself back from texting him back all week, then the disappointment of the man rushing off at the shops, and finally Tom’s last minute change of mind about her outfit, she felt herself melt into Bill as he groped her. She let him continue for a while, enjoying the assertive sexual contact that she’d grown to enjoy. She realised where she was when she heard herself let out a moan. She pulled back, wanting to get off the front verandah before a neighbour saw them. Bill quickly pulled her inside and closed the door behind her.

“Take off the coat, let’s see if you followed my directions properly.”

Emily let go of the front of the coat and shrugged it off her shoulders. It dropped to the ground, revealing the outfit, and the vast expanses of skin not covered by it.

“Mhm, I guess it’ll do,” Bill said dismissively, though his eyes gave him away as they flicked up and down Emily’s body, taking in the sight. “Ok, pick that up,” he said, pointing to her coat lying on the floor, “and follow me.” He led her through the living and dining rooms, which she noted had been tidied up, unlike the times she had been here before, and into the kitchen, which had not been tidied. There were empty beer cans haphazardly lying on the bench and piled up in the corners on the floor. The signs of the previous few meals Bill had been bothered to cook still filled the sink, as well as several frozen meal containers. On a clear spot on counter was also a large array of snack foods and a couple of bottles of liquor.