Suzi the perfect girlfriend

“I’d be happy have you as a girlfriend, Suzi,” I told her.

“OH MY GAWD! Really?” she exclaimed, hopping to her feet and grinning from ear to ear. “LUCKY!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my face nosily all over. I pinched her bare ass and she squealed, then begged me to do it again, which I did.

“Of course,” I observed, as I, being a gentleman, wiped my spooge from off her inner thighs with her blouse. “I am a little young for you, don’t you think? I mean I’m only 18 and you’re…how old are you?”

Suzi looked crest fallen.“And you’re a very good girlfriend, Suzi!” I said, pinching her ass and making her squeal with delight. “Let’s go see what clothes you have now.”

Susan Chung’s wardrobe was decidedly conservative. Suzi became more and more distressed as I rejected one outfit after another as too ‘old’. Her bra’s were quite sexy, though. To cheer her up, I pointed that out and had her model a few for me. I had her keep on a lacy black one that pushed her meager mounds front and center. Her shortest skirt barely showed her knees, though.

“I don’t understand why I don’t have any short flippy skirts!” Suzi said. “I LOVE short flippy skirts!”

“Where are the tightest pair of blue jeans you have?” I asked, coming up with an alternative.

“But you said I shouldn’t wear pants,” she said. “You said I should show off my legs! You still like my legs, don’t you?”

“Of course I LOVE your legs, Suzi,” I said. “This will show them off. Trust me.”

“Oh! I do Sam! I do! I trust you!” she exclaimed, and scurried into her closet. She emerged with a faded pair of denim capris.

“These aren’t the nicest, but they’re the tightest,” she admitted. “You said the tightest, and I trust you! But I have others if you don’t like these.”

“These will do fine,” I said. “Wiggle into them for now. You’ll only need to cover up those luscious legs for a minute or two. You can always trust me to get you out of your pants quick.”

Suzi giggled and complied, pulling on the pants without any underwear. They were indeed tight and I suspected she didn’t wear them often for that reason. She had to wiggle quite attractively to get them on. Once they were on, though, I grabbed an eyebrow marker from Suzi’s make-up table and knelt before her. Suzi giggled as I traced out a line, high on her hips, then bisecting each hemisphere of her ass. In the front, I drew the line along her pelvis, then diving along either side of her snatch. She giggled as I drew, but held still. I then ran my finger up her slit, generating a slight camel toe. She had a harder time holding still that time.

“Ok, out of those pants, Suzi!” I said.

“Yes Sam,” she said, and giggled. “Of course!”

And soon she was bare assed again. I pinched that ass and then sent her in search of scissors. In just a few minutes, she was pulling back on what was left of her capris. The cut off shorts were more revealing than some bikini bottoms, especially after my appreciative hand restored the camel toe.

“How many 33 year olds do you know that would wear these?” I asked.

“Not a one!” she said, admiring the side of her right flank that the cutoffs displayed.

“That’s because they don’t have super sexy legs like my hot young girlfriend Suzi!” I said.

Suzi giggled. “I’m young and hot!”

Susan Chung did own a few pairs of heels and I soon had Suzi in a pair of black stilettos to even better display her legs. The effect really took hold, though, when I took a pair of white scrunchies and gave my 33 year old girlfriend a pair of pigtails high on her head.

“I’m practically a teenager!” Suzi declared delightedly. I had her put on a gausy white blouse but leave it open. She had some sparkly blue eyeshadow in the back of her make up drawer that looked like it had never been used. I had her make up for that by putting it on lavishly.

“Nobody would guess you weren’t a teenager now!” I said. “If only you had blue lipstick to match!”

“We could go buy some!” Suzi said. “And you could tell me what other clothes you like and I’ll buy those too! And I can buy you stuff that you want too!”

“That could be fun,” I conceded. “Of course, I think my sister Cynthia has some blue lipstick. And glitter that would look just excellent across your boobs! Why don’t we just go over to my place and raid my sister’s stuff.”

“I…I can afford to buy stuff,” Suzi said. “And shopping with you would be fun!”

In her face, I could tell that she was thinking about what she had seen in our backyard.

“Well, Suzi, I know that,” I said. “And shopping with you would be fun. But if you’re going to be my girlfriend, you’re going to have to meet my step-mother eventually….”