Amy was in a quandary about what to do with Thomas, her longtime boyfriend. After three years of an on and off relationship, he had asked her to marry him. Several times during that time, they had drifted apart and dated other people, but always seemed to find each other again. She liked him and they were comfortable together, but he was such a geek.
She was a brunette, with large brown eyes and a beautiful smile. She didn't have an hour glass figure, but all the curves were in the right place. At 24, she wanted to marry and begin a family. Her problem at the moment was her feelings for Thomas. Liking someone wasn't the same as love, and starting a family under those conditions didn't appeal to her. Amy knew Thomas loved her and would provide security while being a good husband and father. That was another thing she was unsure of. He was only the second man she had made love to. The first was too painful to remember and making love to Thomas wasn't worth remembering. If he was only more exciting in bed! At the moment, she had no better prospects, but surely she could do better. All this thinking and worry was giving her a splitting headache.
Thomas called later, and said. "Honey, an old college friend of mine is going to be in town this weekend. I invited him to join us for dinner and a drink after-wards. Will you do me a big favor? Will you wear something really sexy? He was a real ladies man in school and always made fun of my attempts at finding a girlfriend. Just wait until he sees you! It's his turn to be jealous of me."
Amy wasn't surprised at this request. Thomas had done it before. He liked showing off his sexy girlfriend to his friends. It was time to teach Thomas a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
Going shopping, she bought a very short cream colored dress, made of a material that gave it a shiny metallic look. It tightly hugged her curves and showed more of her huge breasts than were decent in mixed company. Buying a pair of matching panties finished off the outfit. After giving it some thought, she decided not to wear a bra. If her nipples showed through, that would really convince Thomas to keep his mouth shut from now on.
Friday evening arrived and Amy couldn't wait to get ready. She even poured herself a drink to help settle her nerves. She had never dressed this daring before and knew she was going to look "slutty."
Thomas was late and she made herself another drink before putting on the dress. Standing in front of the mirror was like looking at a stranger. The dress was supposed to be classy, but it was so tight it appeared to be painted on. She giggled as she thought a deep breath would force her breasts to plop out for the world to see.
She knew she looked hot and couldn't wait to see Thomas's reaction. Amy could feel a tingling sensation between her legs just from the way she felt wearing this sexy outfit.
Finally arriving, Thomas was speechless at the sight of his soon to be fiance. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugged out, he looked liked a fish out of water. Regaining his voice, he said. "My God! You're not going out of the house dressed like that! You look like a prostitute!"
"You're the one that wanted me to show my body! Well, I either go as I am, or we stay home and never again do you suggest I dress sexy. I did this for you, so you can get your thrills seeing other men staring at me!" Turning around, she said. "Now, zip me up and let's go!"
With a hang dog look, Thomas zipped the back of her dress. As they left the driveway, Amy glanced down and could see the hem of her dress riding up and the crotch of her panties showing. The thought crossed her mind to be careful the way she sat.
Arriving at the restaurant, they couldn't find a close parking space and had to walk half a block. Amy was receiving long stares from the men and sneers from the women. Giving their names at the door, they were escorted to a table with a male occupant.
He turned and smiled when he saw Thomas. Standing and slapping Thomas on the back, he then hugged Amy and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm Jason, and you have to be Amy. Ole' Tom told me you were beautiful, but until now, I didn't really believe him."
Amy saw a man about 6' and built like every woman's dream. Now, here was a real hunk! Why in Hell couldn't Thomas have been like this? Looking into his eyes, she could tell Jason was impressed with her. By his expression, he thought she was the hottest looking woman in the place. Smiling, as she slowly released his hand, she said. "I'll bet you say that to all the women you meet." Still, she was flattered and slightly embarrassed.
About half way through dinner, the cell phone in Thomas's pocket began ringing. "Please Thomas, don't answer that," Amy pleaded.
Her request fell on deaf ears, as Thomas said. "Hello?" Listening for a moment, Thomas hung up and explained. "One of our critical computers crashed and I have to get to the office. We could lose six months of information. I'm sorry honey, but, I have to go. I have no other choice. Stay and enjoy yourself. You can get a cab home later."
"Don't worry about her getting home. I'll see she's safe and delivered to her front door." Offered Jason.
Amy was disappointed and excited at the same time. Jason didn't seem at all sorry to see Thomas leave. He had a gleam in his eyes when he asked her to stay and talk, maybe have a drink together.
Going through the double doors and entering the club next door, Jason said he loved to dance and would be honored to have her company for the evening. Since Thomas wasn't much of a dancer, Amy was thinking how much fun it would be to have a good dance partner.
Amy told about her and Thomas, and and his plans for them getting married. She also told about her doubts and indecision. Jason told about his recent divorce and subsequent hostility toward all women in general. Talking of their problems and feelings seemed to bring them closer together.
After that, they danced every dance, only stopping to have another round of drinks or take a breather to talk.
The time flew by and Jason was very charming, but on the slow dances, he held Amy very close and his hands on her buttocks pulled her into his crotch. The first few times, she pulled away, but finally stopped resisting and just enjoyed the feeling of dancing with a very handsome man.
