Author's Note - In part one it's established that Claire and Tom are 18. We can and should assume that their friends are too.
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That night at Geoff's was the most intense experience I'd had yet, and whilst part of me wanted to relive it immediately I was also slightly overwhelmed. Without the heat of the moment it was so far beyond my every day mind frame that even a few seconds contemplation of what had happened made my heart race and my face flush. I never really strayed into feelings of regret, though, and even the awkwardness towards the end was mostly because people stopped paying me attention. I still had to put it right out of my mind to be able to sleep, saying to myself that I wouldn't make plans to explore this new part of my life too quickly.
I woke extremely early the next morning and once again lay in bed thinking. It was immediately a different story to the night before, I still felt the images creep into my mind all the time but now, just like previous times, the fear was going leaving just the excitement along with growing frustration that it was now only in my head. I wanted to be right back round there dancing for them, stripping for them. I was really becoming a boy's dream, the perfect airhead or something, but I couldn't even dwell on that particularly as the thoughts of last night crowded everything else out. I shook my head smiling to myself and figured a bit of breakfast might clear things. I was wrong.
My parents had already left and as I ate a bowl a cereal I saw Tom's Mum's car drive past, presumably on the way to work. I should probably return the costume, I thought. I went through to the front room and checked if his Dad's car was there, it wasn't so he was home alone. It had been an innocent thought at first but almost immediately a further idea entered my head, I should go round there wearing the outfit shouldn't I? It was the least I could do to thank him for lending it to me.
As soon as it occurred to me I knew I'd do it, in this sort of mood it was pointless to imagine otherwise. Besides all I was doing was wearing an outfit, Tom was on his own and easily the meekest of the guys I'd shown off for. I'd take another outfit with me, show off a little and then change in a bathroom before being on my way. Maybe I'd let him see the underwear. Maybe. I quickly headed upstairs knowing that if I thought about this too much my story might begin to unravel. It was better to just act.
As I started getting dressed the outfit already felt like an old friend, the stockings, the cheap frilly knickers, and, of course, the short, black fake satin dress that hugged my breasts so tightly. After those I pulled on the garter, arranging it so it sat just under my skirt but above the stocking top, tied the apron tightly around my waist and settled the cap in my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror as I had yesterday, the sight still took my breath away but I realised there was still something missing. A quick fumble in the bag found the choker and I fastened it around my neck with the bell at the front.
As I stared at my boobs pressed together and straining at the fabric I wondered if I dared take a few pictures. If I did what would I do with them? I bet there are places online that would love something like that. Posting myself online was another new and very dangerous idea, I knew I didn't want to go there yet so I shoved some normal underwear, a pair of jeans and a pretty conservative top into my bag and headed downstairs.
Until I got to the front door I'd been intending to wear the same coat as last night but my new, naughty mood wanted to not bother. I again went and peered out of the front room window, the street looked as deserted as ever. I'd be round there in seconds and if Geoff saw me, who cares? I still couldn't believe it as I headed to the door, my stomach was starting to feel the excitement and I was already in that weird state where I just did things even as most of me seemed to think it was a crazy, terrifying idea. Quick as a flash, though, I was outside a locked door wearing nothing but a french maid outfit only really fit for the bedroom.
I was still largely invisible from the street at my door and I wondered which way I would go. I realised that in my heels I'd never move very fast but if I took my shoes off then I couldn't take the short cut through the gardens. Opting for speed I slipped off my footwear and set off.
I couldn't see anyone as I crept to the end of my drive, I was going slowly at that point as I figured the only way I'd be surprised is by a car and the longer I was near my house the easier it would be to retreat if I heard an engine. At the end of the drive, though, it was the point of no return. I still hesitated, I could feel the slight breeze all over my body. I supposed I was more covered than in the bikini but that was easy to explain, I had no idea what I might say to a passer by whilst dressed like a sex fantasy.
Just as I wondered if I was frozen in place I realised that numerous people could be watching from a window and I'd never realise, that spurred me into action and I set off at a brisk walk. Almost immediately I did hear a car, I sped up, even jogging a little. I felt my boobs bounce. Tom's drive was tantalisingly close, surely I could make it!
I didn't. I heard and then saw the car pass me a few steps from the turn to Tom's, I was treated to surprised glances from a suburban woman and, most intently, her husband in the passenger seat on the side nearest me. She was slightly outraged, he seemed delighted and I couldn't help but pause as he craned his head backwards as they drove off, letting him have as good a look as he could. It wasn't really much but it probably made his day.
I shook my head to myself as I headed down the drive. Our estate was a dead end but there were plenty of houses and the people were total strangers. I didn't think anything could come of it, just a good story for him at work, an argument with his wife later and an undeniable thrill for me. As I headed down the drive the thought occurred of finding his house and putting on a teasing show at the window later, assuming I could get him alone. It was a nice fantasy for a few moments but I didn't think it would be even possible to find the window. I chuckled, I really was obsessed with the idea of showing off at the moment.
I was soon mostly hidden and stood at Tom's door. I quickly thought through again if there was any chance his parents would be home but it still seemed a tiny risk, both cars were gone and I knew they worked normal office hours. I made sure everything was in place, put my shoes back on and rang the bell.
It took a little while but I heard sounds from inside, Tom was probably having a lie in. I wondered if he'd even bother to open up if he wasn't expecting anyone but soon enough I could hear someone starting to open the door. I was briefly incredibly nervous that it would be his Dad stood there but I soon saw Tom's face which took on a familiar startled expression.
"Surprise!" I threw my arms out in a cheesy pose.
"Claire, what are you.. err." He quickly looked behind him and then turned back looking even more terrified than he often did during our 'adventures'. He seemed lost for words and didn't even step back to let me in.
"Well, that wasn't quite the greeting I was.."
"Who is it, Tom?"
I now froze too, the shout came from inside and very close. Tom continued to look scared but reached out to presumably close the door.
"Sorry, you'd better get.."
"Is it Jim or someone ... oh, wow."
It was too late, before Tom even got the door halfway shut another guy about my age, presumably a friend of Tom's, stepped into view. He was staring at me.
"Surprise!" I was so scared that although it made no sense I'd repeated what I'd done for Tom when he opened the door. The new guy watched bemused, then turned to Tom.
"Did someone order you a strippergram?!"
"I, er, well..." Tom didn't have a clue what to say. I figured I needed to say something.
"Well, messieurs, someone did ask me to come round 'ere zis morning." Yvette from last night came back to me in a flash, at least it explained the outfit.
"Wow, did *you* order one or something?" Tom's friend was sounding less shocked and more excited with each sentence. "It looks like a good idea." He stepped back from the door and Tom followed. "Come in."
I didn't know what to do but stepped into the house in a daze. As the new boy looked away for a moment I made eye contact with Tom, his face was pure confusion and he shook his head suggesting he hadn't a clue what might come next. I had hoped he'd come up with some explanation but it didn't seem as if he'd do anything. I supposed it was understandable given the circumstances being thrust on him.
The new guy had gone into the front room and sat down on a sofa, I and Tom followed. I stood nervously and Tom milled about beside me.
"So, er, what's your name?"
"It is Yvette, m'sieur."
"Oh, right, I'm Alex."
"Pleased to meet you, Alex." I curtsied.
