Violet Goes Bottomless

They were all looking at me. Even Lea, in her bitterness toward Molly and everyone close with her, had a bit of sympathy. What Paul had just asked was way further than what Harry had demanded she do. Men, I thought. Can't trust a single one of them. I stuck to that thought as I placed my hands on my hips. This dress had only one mode, on or off. Call me crazy, but I didn't think it would fly if I argued that taking off my underwear and sitting in Jack's lap would be enough to satisfy the dare. I gathered my courage and then looked to Molly. "Can you help me with my zipper?" I said.

Jack got up. "Allow me," he said, giving a bow like he was in Gone With the Wind.

"No," I said, gritting my teeth. "I'm about to have more than enough time with you. I want Molly to do it."

My friend got up. This time, neither of us bothered to talk about how none of it was mandatory. We weren't about to give up now, and I wanted to see just what kind of people these neighbors of mine were. So here we go. Good thing I shaved, I thought. Then I felt the touch of Molly's fingers at my neck. They were warm, warmer than I expected. It was nice. She drew the zipper down and my dress loosened. Molly stayed with me, helping me to step out of it. It felt like I was getting married, and she was my bridesmaid. I think if I had the choice between marrying Jack and suicide, I would hang myself ten times out of ten. This was only for the time being.

Then I was standing in the middle of the circle in bra, panties, and heels.

"Whoa," I heard Harry say. If only he had tried to express a thought like that before tonight. Shame of shames, my choice in underwear had been for him, though I didn't admit that to myself. My nicest white lace. High waisted bottoms. The heels were white to match both. It really did look like I was getting married, in a porny sort of way. Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of my show, and the audience was about to get a lot more than my garter belt. I bent over at the waist and slipped my fingers under the waistband of my underwear. There was no good way to do this. With a slight budge, they crawled down my legs and onto the floor. The cool air made me cover myself with a hand. It wasn't even modesty, there were just things the poor gal wasn't meant to feel so suddenly. "There," I said.

"That's step one," said Jack.

"I know," I countered. He didn't have to rush me. I took in a breath and went over to the side of the circle, sitting down in his lap without looking at him. His arms crawled around my waist, and yes, I felt him move. "No touching," I said.

"That's not gonna happen, c'mon," he said.

My teeth ground against each other. He was right. Arms around my waist weren't any worse than what the trouser snake worming around under a thin layer of fabric. "Harry. Truth or dare?" I said.