Get dressed

Once again, your willpower wins against your carnal desires. Just barely.

“Sorry! I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes,” you call out to Alex.

You quickly head to Gwen’s room and rummage through her dresser again, not really caring at this point if she comes home and gets mad at you. Your messy efforts get you a very tight looking pair of denim booty shorts, and an equally tight grey T-shirt that leaves your navel exposed.

“I swear I need to talk to Gwen about her slutty clothes,” you mutter to yourself while rolling your eyes. “Whatever. At least I’ll look hot enough to piss Amanda off...”

As you struggle to pull the shorts over your thong bikini bottoms, you can feel the fabric rub against your trembling thighs and sensitive womanhood.

“Ahhhnn!” you cry out, making a noise that’s between a gasp and a moan.

Unfortunately it’s loud enough for Alex to hear. “You sure you’re okay...? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know!”

You hastily reply. “I-It’s fine! I’m pretty sure I can handle it!”

Thankfully that seems to satisfy Alex, as you hear him shout out an ‘okay’ as you put on your t-shirt. You decide to grab two pink elastic hairbands and style your hair into two pigtails again, figuring that if Alex liked them before, he’d like them again. Finally, you select a pair of platform sandals to wear on your feet.

Outfit complete, you stand up and use the mirror in Gwen’s room to give yourself a once-over. And once again, you find yourself admiring how hot you look. Your shirt and shorts fit tight enough to show off your curves, but hide the outline your surprise thong bikini underneath. The platform sandals definitely add to your style, and make you seem like the average girl about to enjoy a day at the beach; definitely not a girl preparing to give her friend’s clingy ex a piece of her mind.

You head downstairs with a bounce in your step, making your chest jiggle ever so slightly. Alex turns to look at you and his mouth opens as if to ask what took you so long. But when he sees you fully, he’s speechless. All he can do is stare at you, mouth agape. You, in your cute little grey shirt with your flat tummy exposed, with an even tighter pair of booty shorts hugging your waist. Not to mention the tiny pink bikini you’re wearing under your clothes that you’re waiting to surprise Alex with.

It’s clear Alex is trying not to ogle you. And you honestly wouldn’t blame him if he did: you’re smoking hot.

“Sorry I took so long,” you say with a knowing smile on your face. “You...ready to head out or...?”

Alex immediately snaps out of whatever trance you put him in. “U-Uh...yeah! Yeah, sure thing! We’ll take my car. I’ll drive...”

You softly chuckle to yourself as you head out the door and settle yourself in the passenger seat. Despite your prank gone wrong earlier, you still get a kick out of making Alex flustered.

“Let’s go. Don’t wanna keep your crazy ex waiting.”

Despite how confident you sound, part of you knows it’s a mask to cover up how turned on you still are. You keep your hands tightly clinging to the seat’s armrests, fearing that the slightest physical contact with your thighs will make you dizzy and unfocused with arousal.

The thought of finding some release, either by yourself or with Alex, crosses your mind yet again. Do you really want to risk being distracted when meeting Amanda?