"Bastion!" I could see she was bubbling with giddiness like I hadn't seen her in forever.
"Melissa!" A smile growing on my face as she waved me in, her feet drumming a beat on the tile floor as she did an excited dance.
"I finished it! I finally finished it!" The always lovely chubby gal looked a million times cuter like this, doing a happy dance. Her generous ass swinging around into view and wiggling entrancingly, as she pumped her arms in the air. "My costume! I got the last piece put on today."
I knew what she was talking about. There had been more than a few social media posts about it. Her and her husband were Renaissance Festival addicts. They made the hour drive both weekend days. They ate the good but overpriced food there. Drank the expensive booze that didn't even try to be good. They constantly upgraded their costumes. Melissa was switching from a generic peasant's costume to a "ranger". Which was more greens, browns, and a lot more leather.
"Well, lets see it." I asked, feeling a familiar guilty tightening up in my stomach from looking at her as I had been. Thinking about how god damned hotter she was all energetic like this, as opposed to the moppy Melissa I usually saw. "Where is Carl?"
"Oh, out." Almost a sneer on her face when she said it, immediately dismissing the very idea of him. They were having another fight. Buoyant Melissa came back right away reaching out to give me a shove. "Do you really want to see it?"
"Of course I do!" I did too, for I enjoyed the Faire a few weekends a summer myself.
My eyes flicked to her ass as she vibrated away. She was wearing tight black yoga pants and her ass, god her ass was amazing. Big bubble butt, that her tight pants at least, made look perfect. She was a plumpier girl than I was used too, but not in a bad way. Not to me. Dark black hair that she'd actually cut short this year, more modernly fashionable. The other modern affectation she couldn't get rid of was the glasses, but I thought she looked cuter with them than the month she'd tried and failed with contacts.
Carl: Don't bother coming over. I'm not there and I'm staying away for a couple hours. SHE is being a bitch again.
Carl's text informed me and I sighed. Almost putting it away before he sent me another, telling me it was the same old fight they always had. About money.
Carl: I'm out looking for another job.
Long story short on that? Carl was a great employee anywhere until summer came along. Then his long weekends in the sun, costume, and constantly being in his cups made him a crap employee on a Monday. Friday? Just as bad as he came up with reasons to leave because he was so excited to get the weekend started. It was hard to find a Monday through Friday job and he'd seemingly already burned through all of the local ones. Melissa was just as devoted and excited about Renaissance Festivals but she still held down her job. She slowly got upset the more money he spent during The Season, he always spent crazy amounts of money as it was but twice that during Ren Fest.
"Here it is!" She came out holding it up against herself the top on a hanger in one hand, the bottom in the other.
"That's awesome!" Reaching out to touch a few bits and bobs of it.
"What?" She asked seeing my disappointment even though I'd tried to hide it.
"Nothing, just... well I thought I was going to see it ON." A few blinks of her brown eyes behind those square rimmed glasses.
I worried that that sounded a little more pervy than I intended, even though I kinda did have pervy reasons for wanting to see her in it. I mean if you've ever been to a ren fest you know it's synonymous with shit loads of yon cleavage. Plus who didn't like an attractive woman in a medieval dress? So maybe all my reasons were pervy.
"Well, duh!" She slapped her own forehead laughing. Looking embarrassed for not thinking of it. Stopping after she turned and took a few steps away, giving me a look over her shoulder. A long searching look. "I'll be right back."
I nodded, once more feeling guilty at my own excitement. Being along with my best friend's girl while she was getting naked in the next room. Knowing he wouldn't return for hours. Knowing that he'd left in the middle of a fight, that Melissa was angry at him. Unable to help but think statistically if anything was going to happen, now was that time.
"Well? What do you think?" She asked in a husky nervous voice.
I turned around and could not fight my jaw from dropping open, my eyes roaming her hungrily. She was beautiful. Erotic. A brown and green ankle length skirt. A black leather corset with big brown buttons overtop a dark green lace blouse. All under a soft leather cloak. The skirt was divided so as she struck her dramatic "pirate" pose a creamy leg was visible to halfway up her thigh. There was not as much cleavage as I hoped but more than enough to make my mouth water. She turned around after a moment manipulating her cloak out of the way. Revealing the cut of the skirt was tight around her beautiful bottom, then flowing loose.
"Holy shit Melissa," Gulping loudly I tried to get a hold of myself, but saw it was too late. Her mouth battling between a shy smile and a scared frown. "That's so awesome. You made it yourself? It's perfect! It looks SO good on you. Like SO good!"
"I made the skirts, the blouse, and pieced together the rest." She motioned to her boots that she had not put on. "I didn't put on the boots because they take forever to lace up. My only issue is with my corset. It's just a little small."
"To tight?" Because it didn't look small to me.
