Lacey discovers a sexuality she didn't know she had. After kissing Jamie, she's confused and turned on.
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After the short episode in the dressing room, Lacey and Jamie bought a few things at another boutique.
"Let me get something for you," Jamie pleaded, "something for the weekend, something when we party."
Lacey laughed. "Really? I bet you have something slutty in mind."
"I AM the office slut," Jamie giggled. 'But seriously, let me pick something out. I'll buy."
"No, I can't have you do that. I'll buy it, but ok, you pick something."
They browsed through another of Jamie's favorite stores. Jamie selected an outfit from inside out. "You'll be so hot."
What Jamie picked were a matching deep blue thong and lace bra. The bra was kind of a bustier, with cups that pushed up Lacey's tits. The thong had a small pink bow in the middle and the gusset was lace. It slipped between Lacey's pussy lips as Jamie pulled it up in the dressing room. The bra was nothing but a bit of lace and hardly did anything to support Lacey's bust, not that it needed support. The fabric, though soft, teased her nipples and she knew they'd be sticking out.
Then Jamie selected a deep blue top, with thin straps. It was floaty and soft with a deep scalloped neckline that barely covered the bra. It buttoned down the front with just three buttons before flowing out across Lacey's waist.
To round things out, Jamie selected a short red and blue plaid skirt that looked a little like it might be part of a school girl uniform, under which would be dark blue, thigh high stockings.
Lacey looked at herself in the mirror. She was hot. But, she looked like a slut.
"I dunno," she mumbled, "don't you think it's a bit slutty."
Jamie laughed. "Sluttiness is in the eye of the beholder. For some holy rollers your ankle is slutty and for others, you could drop your tits in their face, and they'd still not call you a slut."
Lacey did a turn. It was a sexy outfit. The gap between her stockings and the thong made her feel sexy in a way she'd never recognized before. She smiled to herself as they left the shopping center in her regular work clothes. Would she really dare to wear a skirt that short and a neckline so low?
At home she again tried on the new outfit. She turned this way and that, checking herself closely. She did have a nice pair, she thought. They were high on her chest and the nipples pointed straight out. They weren't huge or puffy, but the areola was nicely shaped and the nipples looked perfectly placed. She straightened her shoulders and arched her back a bit, like a model. Her breasts were decidedly noticeable. Too noticeable? She'd never worn anything cut low and at most had one button on the collar undone. Somewhat shy, she usually wore some kind of vest or scarf or something else to obscure her chest. She didn't want anyone, male or female to judge her just by what she did or didn't have in front.
Her stomach was flat and she stroked across the skin. Yes, she sucked it in, and correcting herself, let it out. It was still flat.
Next she examined her legs. They were long, slender and nicely shaped. The stockings accentuated their length. She lifted the skirt. Not sure why, but the bit of skin exposed between the top of the stockings and the bottom of her thong, made her feel sexy. She stroked her legs and that space of skin. The difference from stocking to skin, from skin to panty, was, she had no other way to put it, sexy.
The next two days flew by. She and Jamie had lunch together each, much to the frown of Ms. Karen. Lacey cared, but cared less what the matron might think.
"I've got our thing for the weekend," Jamie said at the Friday lunch. "You are going to be so fucking amazed."
"What, what?" Lacey laughed, "what's so exciting?"
"This is going to be unbelievable. My friend Jimmy and his buddy Shamu, invited me and any friend I want to bring to this amazing huge party."
"I dunno," Lacey dropped her head, "I'm not really a party kind of person."
Jamie tilted her head, "And when's the last time you went to a party?"
"That's just it, I don't go to a lot of parties because it's not my thing."
"Trust your friend, girl. I will not let you down and will take good care of you before, during and after the party."
Jamie looked so serious at the moment that Lacey had to laugh. "Ok, ok, but only if you stick with me. I'm not that comfortable around a lot of people."
"Promise, on my heart," Jamie said and clasped her small hand to her giant left boob. "On my heart and all that's above it."
Lacey giggled again. "You're so funny. Ok, I'll go."
"And you'll wear what we bought for you."
Lacey bobbled her head. "Oh, I dunno, it's, it's so, you know."
"Perfect? Sexy? Hot?" Jamie smiled.
"No, you know."
"You will wear it," Jamie's tone was only half joking. "If you won't wear it, I'll leave your little Cinderella ass at home."
"Alright, ok. I'll come AND I'll wear it."
"That's my girl."
Jamie explained more about the party. Friends of friends had rented a huge house, kind of a McMansion. It was on a hill overlooking the city, with a huge pool, outdoor grill and kitchen, at least 7 bedrooms and even a wine cellar (which would be off limits).
"So Jimmy and Shamu?" Lacey finally asked. "Like the wale?"
"Hahaha, yeah, I know. Shamu is a nickname of course, but that's because no one can pronounce his real name. But he's the sweetest guy and fucking hot, too."
Lacey dreaded the coming weekend, but at the same time looked forward to it with an odd excitement building in her stomach. It was warm and comfortable when evening rolled around and Jamie pulled up with the Uber.