The Outfit

That morning, Laurie slept in. She didn't notice waking up, but after a time she realised she had been lying awake for some time. She had that strange sensation of being unsure whether she was remembering last night or if she had dreamt it: the situation was just too surreal. Then she opened her eyes and saw the pile of cash on her bedside table.

Laurie pulled on leggings and a baggy jumper, counted out 50 in cash and stuck it in her bra. She took the bus into town, and returned hours later with shopping in hand.

On her doorstep, Laurie found a plastic carrier bag. She glanced inside apprehensively. As she had hoped and feared, Laurie saw the shiny red nylon of her college's cheerleader's outfits. She ran the fabric between her fingers, and remembered the handful of times she had watched pre-match performances. She had laughed with Alex about how silly the whole thing was, and how embarrassing cheerleading was for the girls, but she also recalled how every man in the stadium - even Alex - had been unable too look away. She picked it up, stepped into her room and stuffed the bags of shopping and the package into the back of her wardrobe. It could wait there, out of sight, until she had to face this next week.

Laurie sat at her desk and tried to study. But before she had finished the first chapter, she found her mind had wondered back to the outfit in her cupboard. How will I look in it? I ought to try it on just to make sure it fits...

Laurie got up, stripped to her underwear, and pulled out the skirt and top. I'm going to look ridiculous in this... she mused, as she pulled the outfit on. Laurie turned and looked in the mirror. The outfit was quite modest by the standards of the genre - cleavage, but no midriff showing - but this was about a size too small for Laurie. As she turned, she saw the skirt only came 3/4s of the way down her round ass. _I guess they make these with skinny girls in mind. _But the sight filled her with that same excitement she had felt before when she had realised how much Dan and Josh wanted her - the thrill of being desired. For the first time in her life she was wearing something outright slutty, and it felt GOOD.

"Oh god..." Laurie murmured "who am I?" She felt a shiver run from the back of her neck to her toes, and a little fuzz built up in her head. She ran a palm across her chest, down her belly, down beneath the waistband of the skirt and under the cotton of her panties. Laurie closed her eyes as she felt the moist heat that was growing, and began to rub. She imagined a hundred eyes were watching her as she did so, filled with lust for her and her body. But as she felt the genesis of an orgasm growing inside her, her phone pinged on her desk, cracking the fantasy for an moment. In that instant, she remembered herself, and shame overtook her again. Laurie stripped off the costume and stuffed it back in her bag.

I can't deal with this now. I'm sure something will come up before next week...