Tavern Wench & Sexy Assassin

We stared at one another in the full length mirror in Lori's bedroom. We exchanged concerned glances, smiled, then burst out laughing.

"Are we really going to PROM like this?"

"Why not?"

"Because..." Lori began, hesitating to again look at herself in the mirror. "We look ... we look--"

"Sexy," I said. "We look sexy. My god, Lori ... we look HOT!"

"But...!" She hesitated again, finishing, "But we look like whores."

I was dressed in something that looked almost like a French Maid's outfit, only with lots of pink frill and a look of wear, as if my character -- the Tavern wench and whore -- had been wearing it to entertain men for years. In the front, the lower hem bared hid the pink panties underneath; and in back, it DIDN'T hide the lower curves of my large but still oft-stared at butt.

Lori, who was tall and skinny to my short and 'thick', was dressed in what amounted to a second skin, a tight fitting spandex neck to ankle outfit that showed her every curve and -- fore on her ample breasts -- every 'nub'. With it were knee high leather boots with four inch heels, a tiny skirt that didn't even pass the lower roundness of her firm, shapely ass, and a faux fur vest that did more to emphasize her bosom than hide it.

We were, obviously, favorites within the D&D community. In fact, we received a dozen invitations a week to participate in weekend dungeon events. You would have thought by our slutty appearances and our popularity at Dungeons that sometimes lasted full weekends that the two of us would have been all to familiar with the pleasures of sex.

But in truth, we were still as much virgins. Our D&D personas were just that: personas. In reality, we were just as shy about 'boy-girl' interactions as most of the geeky guys with whom we spent our time.

We stared at one another for another long moment, smiled broadly, and simultaneously said, "Let's ride!"