Trading Fantasies

"Okay." Alex said, several minutes later. He had walked into the living room to find Clara arranging her dress, having already put it on, she was looking at herself in the mirror and adjusting it just so. It was the same red party dress she had worn before, but this time, Alex felt his arousal all the more keenly because he knew she was wearing nothing under it. Clara was frowning, pulling at the skirt, which clearly felt a little low cut now that she had no panties. Her breasts were well covered, but the fabric was clingy, and she would have to be careful how she moved to avoid people realising what was up.

"You look great." He said honestly as he stepped into the room. Clara turned, flushing a little, brushing her brown hair back from her fringe. Alex was struck by how adorable she looked then, and not really in a sexual manner so much as the sort of thing you just wanted to roll up and protect. Which of course, would be a mistake. Clara would be pretty insulted if she felt he thought she needed to be protected like that, and he knew she could take care of herself anyway. It was just that the rules of the game were starting to get to him a little, she spent so much time helpless around him now, he was protective. As though anyone else had the same sort of power be did.

"Thanks." She said. "You're not too bad yourself, either."

Alex grinned. Like Clara, he was dressed up fairly well, clad in dress trousers and a jacket that was not quite a suit, but certainly looking towards certain, suit-like qualifications in the near future. He'd figured it would help Clara blend in a little.

"You know." Clara said reflectively. "When I was young, I didn't imagine my first date with you would be quite like this." She laughed. "I never imagined that I would be without panties or a bra. Well, outside of fantasies, anyway. Tell me, are you going to make me strip on stage too?"

"Would you like to?" Alex countered, feeling his heart hammering. Clara flushed, and looked away.

"No, it's fine." She chuckled. "Just an old fantasy of mine when I was younger. One of my favourite scenarios was being kidnapped and then sold to a strip show, being taught to strip in front of guys..."

She flushed bright red as she spoke.

"Was one of the guys me?" Alex asked, curious.

"Um..." Clara stuttered. "M-maybe a little bit?"

"One of them was a little bit me?"

"Okay, fine, one of them was you!" She said. "I imagined that I had been kidnapped and put in a mask because they didn't want anyone to recognise me. You were at the show for whatever reason. I was torn between revealing myself and asking you for help, or staying quiet because if I asked you for help, it would have to be after I performed, so you'd totally see me naked. If I stayed quiet, you at least wouldn't know it was me. It was a silly fantasy in retrospect, but it was one of my first, so..."

Alex smiled, reaching out to her shoulder and drawing her into a tight embrace. He felt her body pressed against his own, her breath against his skin. Reluctantly, he broke apart.

"It's fine." He said. "I had fantasies about you too, you know."

"Oh, really?" She grinned, a wicked look in her eye. "What kind of fantasies were they?"

"Uh..guy things, I guess?" He said, trying to evade the topic, but she came at him with a single minded determination.

"Guy things, eh? Just what did you imagine me doing, Alex? Was I naked? Oh, was I tied up? Did you take me from behind or the front? Was it blackmail or something else?"

"All right, all right!" Alex held up a hand. "You can stop your rampant theorising, it was nothing like that."

She smirked at him.

"Well, you'd better tell me what it was then. Or else I'll have to find my own answers, and I am pretty sure I can come up with some interesting answers."

"Jeez." Alex sighed. "Officially my slave, and you still manage to sound threatening when you say that. Okay, okay. It was nothing really special. The kind of thing a lot of guys would imagine when they hit puberty surrounded by a lot of hot girls they hang out with every day. I just sort of imagined that you and I, as well as Lilly and Amy, ended up alone one day with the rest of the guys busy. We were bored, and there was no one around so we decided to play a game of truth or dare. You know Lilly was always really confident in her body? It made her really sexy, so at one point, you dared her to take off her shirt and bra, thinking that she would refuse. But she just goes ahead and does it."

Alex realised his face was heating up a little as he spoke, and a tinge of colour had come to his cheeks.

"So in revenge, she dares you to eat out Amy or to give me a blowjob. You decide to go for me, so you do it right there in front of everyone. We're both really embarrassed, but it's only the start. Lilly decides to take the chance to have us all push our limits, and spends the rest of the game giving sexual dares to everyone and taking some herself. Like, Amy has to masturbate in front of everyone. Lilly ends up completely naked, and you and me...well, we end up doing a lot to each other."

He shrugged, doing his best to play it off as totally normal that he had just confessed such a fantasy to one of the girls it had been about.

"Bah." Clara said after a moment. "But that's boring."

"Only you would think that, Clara."

"Well, me and Lilly."

"And that doesn't tell you something?"