Claire And The Boys Next Door Ch 08

Author's Note - In part one it's established that Claire, Tom and Jim are 18.

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As I drove home from my mall adventure there was the usual excitement and disbelief, with images of what I'd done crowding everything else from my mind. As the day wore on, however, it began to seem as if I was partly holding back from just reveling in it. It wasn't regret or even really embarrassment, but I was having trouble reconciling just how right it felt in the moment with what I'd actually done. I had given a someone I didn't know a blow job in public. I still had some limits, it seemed.

My initial thoughts had been to head back out to another mall the very next day, but after living with my feelings that evening I decided to hold off for now. I wasn't concerned but it did seem perhaps best to draw back a little and give myself some time to decide exactly where I should draw my boundaries.

I decided to start thinking about my real life again instead. At the end of the summer I would be off to the local college, and while I'd still stay at home it was an exciting prospect that I hadn't spent much time on. Sadly it was also mostly logistics at the moment, books to buy and read in preparation and campuses to get familiar with, so, as the day after wore on I found myself thinking of the people I'd met recently and what they might be up to.

More importantly I found myself wondering why they hadn't been in touch. Jim had surely found out about my show as a maid and the pictures online, wasn't he jealous? Geoff was curious about what happened at the restaurant, wasn't he? And didn't Tom want to try and spank me again? By early evening my head was again distracted by thoughts of my recently discovered pastime.

The next morning without thinking too much I checked who was home on either side of my house, telling myself it was just to know if they might be in touch. As it happened I was disappointed, it seemed at least one of Tom's parents was there while Geoff wasn't. I went back to trying to read but it was slow going and the day dragged again until early afternoon when I heard the doorbell ring.

I hesitated only very slightly and then made my way to answer it with mild excitement. I told myself it was very likely to be a delivery but it was Tom and he stood exuding his usual slightly nervous energy.

"Hi, Claire, can I, er, come in?" He was carrying a messenger bag and looked like he was on his way somewhere.

"Yes, of course." I stepped back and we went through to the front room.

I was curious but also more detached than I'd been previously. I was expecting him to have some scheme involving me pretty soon losing my clothes, but although I wanted to hear it I felt like I might be able to say no. He hesitated, wondering whether to sit while I calmly walked to a chair and sank into it. In the end he opted for the sofa, putting the bag he was carrying down next to him.

"This is a nice surprise."

He smiled.

"I was wondering if you might get in touch, it's been a little while."

"Oh, only a week or so."

"A bit longer I think, and we had been seeing a lot of each other before that." Obviously I slightly emphasised "a lot".

"Well, yeah, I." I didn't help him out, waiting for the sentence to continue. "I guess I didn't know if you were OK with," another pause, "you know, what happened."

"Do you mean spanking me with a ruler or getting pictures of me naked put on the internet?"

Tom was blushing at this point. "I, er, both, I suppose."

"Or maybe just making me strip for your friends in the first place."

He was mostly staring at his shoes now. Normally I'd let him off the hook at this point, but today I decided to just see what happened.

"I'm sorry." More staring. "I just thought you were into it all, you know?"

He looked up at me, I tried to keep a neutral expression.

"I suppose I got carried away but, I mean, you could have just left and." He seemed to gather himself slightly. "You came round dressed like that."

He was managing to hold my gaze a little bit.

"It really didn't feel like I was forcing you to do anything."

There was a flicker of the person who'd decided to take advantage of me last week, if I was honest it felt good to see. I shrugged, "fine, if that's the way you see it."

He watched me, still a little unsure but this time I did break the silence. "Why did you come round today, then?"

"It's Jim, he's back, and.."

"He's upset he missed the show?"

"Kind of."

"Only kind of? That doesn't sound like Jim."

"Yeah, he was pissed off, but that's not why I'm here now. It's that, you know, I think we should do something for him."

"You think or he's making you?"

"I think." I continued to just stare slightly sceptically. "He has mentioned a few things, but he doesn't know I'm here. It's my idea."

"I see, and I suppose by us you actually mean me, and by doing something you actually mean taking my clothes off for him?"

Despite his growing confidence he was still squirming through most of this conversation, while I was loving it. It seemed exactly what I needed.

"It did seem a bit unfair that I got to see you, you know." He waved his hand vaguely.

"Completely naked in your living room?"

He looked at me, again more nervous. "Well, Jim just got to see the pictures, so also, er, with your legs, um, apart." The sentence tailed off again. " And us sat watching."

The memory and the way Tom talked about it made my stomach flip slightly, I wondered if my more firm act was slightly undermined by a slight blush. I tried to carry on in the same vein anyway.

"Yeah, I guess it maybe was unfair." I smiled a little as I carried on. "But there's plenty of guys who haven't seen me do anything at all, do they all have to get their fair share as well?"

"No." I waited till he'd gathered his thoughts again. "It's just with Jim, we'd always done it together, the three of us. I think he felt left out."

I smiled internally, it was almost as if Tom thought the three of us were in a club together. A perfectly normal group of friends, it's just our shared interest was my body. Though, when I thought of it like that it seemed a pretty accurate description.

"I suppose it was the three of us that started this, even if lots has happened since then."

There was a slight pause while we both considered thing, then Tom hesitatingly asked, "lots?"

I remembered that he didn't really know what I'd been up to without him. I decided to try and move on without addressing the point.

"I'm not saying yes or anything, but what did you have in mind?"

He shuffled forward in his seat enthusiastically. "Well, the reason he hasn't come round himself is that after he got back from holiday his parents made him take a job, he needs the money to start college."

"OK."

"Yeah, so I figured we could go round and surprise him. He works at a cinema not far away."

"You want me to go strip for him in a cinema?!"

"No, not strip. I figured you could just wear something a bit revealing and maybe let Jim see you. Just a bit of fun while he has to work."

"Well, that sounds pretty easy." I was obviously surprised it was so little and was practically agreeing already. "What sort of thing did you have in mind? I'll have to have a think about what I have."

"I, er, brought something that I think would work." He looked at his bag.

I smiled. "You did, did you?"

"Yeah." He paused. "I didn't know what you'd have and I saw it yesterday and."

"You like getting clothes for me, don't you?"

He smiled slightly nervously but then decided to own it. "Yeah." He looked at me almost confidently in the end.

"Well, I don't mind. Let's see it."

He opened the bag and pulled something out, spreading it and holding it up for me to see. It looked very small and I realised it was an off white, short tube dress in what seemed a stretchy material. It would need to stretch a fair amount just for me to get it on. It seemed when Tom said revealing he wasn't messing about.

"I think that Jim would see a fair amount of me." I looked at it. "Do you know how transparent it is, would people see my underwear?"

"I don't think it's transparent but I, er. I was thinking you'd wear it without any underwear."

I looked at him slightly surprised. "I don't think I could wear that in public without underwear, Tom." I was beginning to get a little worried and also quite excited, completely public exposure wasn't something I'd done yet.

"In fact I'm not sure I could wear it in public at all, it's very short and I think it would be skin tight."

"You'd look great!" Tom was his usual enthusiastic self. "And you can wear a coat until we get to where Jim works, so you'd be covered up most of the time."

I thought about the coats I had. If I wore anything too big I'd look like I was naked underneath it and it was the height of summer anyway, but the seasonal jackets I had wouldn't really cover all the dress. I had to try it on, though, I was already curious about how it would look.

"I guess I'll see how it looks on first."

I stood up intending to get the dress and Tom stood as well, I reached to take it but he hesitated.

"Do you, er, need any help?"

I smiled. "To try on a dress? I think I'll manage."

He nodded. "Yeah, but if you wanted my opinion on how it looks.."

"You want to come watch me change?"

He waited not actually saying it. It obviously wouldn't be the first time.

"Wouldn't that be even more unfair on Jim?"

"Yes, I suppose." He seemed to accept this as a no.

I took the dress and wondered what to say next. I couldn't resist dropping a small hint.

"Well, my bedroom door doesn't lock so, " I shrugged, "it's between you and your conscience." I gave him my biggest smile and made my way out.

As I got to my room it didn't seem like Tom was following yet. I really wasn't sure if I wanted him to watch or not, I was already mostly focused on how the dress would look and if I dared go outside in it.

I quickly took off what I'd been wearing and held the dress up to see how best to get it on. As I expected it was just a stretchy tube, so I stepped in and pulled it up my legs. The material felt very thin and light as it slid across my skin.

I settled it in place around my hips and smoothed down the skirt. When I had it sitting where it seemed to want to it reached not quite half way down my thighs. Sitting down without panties would be a tricky business. Well, tricky if I didn't want people to see up the skirt. If I did want them to see it would be very simple.

I shuffled the dress across my tummy, I could see the material tightly gripping my form and I wondered how much it would squash my breasts or if it would give enough to have them sit, and no doubt bounce, fairly naturally. As I began to ease it up over my boobs I heard footsteps on the stairs. Tom had cracked.

I smiled, he was really too late but I quickly decided to give him a break. I waited with the dress just slightly below my boobs until I heard the door start to creak open. I held my position for a short beat then pulled the dress into place before looking up to see Tom paused in the doorway.

"Bit late I'm afraid."

He didn't answer but walked slowly into the room, his eyes locked on my body as usual. "Wow, Claire, you look great."

As ever hearing a guy say that did its work, I felt the warm glow of exhibitionism. To be honest that was all I felt, the dress seemed as if it wasn't even there.

Tom wandered closely around me, it made a change from me spinning about I supposed. I looked down, the dress was actually choosing the best of both worlds with my breasts. It ended low enough to offer lots of cleavage, however it also stretched remarkably and they hung against my body seemingly freely. The dress did seem completely opaque but it was thin enough that my nipples were already noticeable.

"Is it what you expected?"

"Oh yeah, Jim will love it."

"I can't wear this in public, though, can I? I mean, I feel like I'm naked and it barely covers me. Everyone will be staring!"

Tom hesitated, that was clearly the whole point. "Don't worry, you'll have your coat. Besides, it's just a party dress that girls wear, it's not anything unusual. They sell it in the mall just next door to where Jim works."

I looked down at me again. "I don't think anyone wears dresses like this to watch a film."

Tom sounded ever more enthusiastic as he continued to closely inspect my body in the tiny, tight dress. "Yeah they do, some girls anyway."

We both knew what sort of girls he meant. We both knew that I was pretty much one of them.

"I guess they might."

I saw him look down to the knickers I'd discarded on the floor.

"Are you wearing any.."

"No underwear, as ordered." I said with mock seriousness.

He looked slightly embarrassed by his question, but only slightly.

"Do I need to prove it?" I kept the serious tone.

He shuffled his feet. "That's OK."

I softened a little. "I'm pretty sure you noticed I didn't have a bra on when you came in."

He ignored me. "Well, we can get going then. He started at one, I think." He looked at his watch, clearly impatient for the off.

"I think I need to put on some make up and maybe fix my hair as well. To go out in public I need to look like someone who wears this sort of thing all the time, so." I shrugged, I didn't quite say I needed to look like a bimbo but it was heavily implied.

"Yeah, that sounds a good idea."

We looked at each other for a moment, as ever I'd agreed to the plan without actually saying so or even really noticing. "I'll see you downstairs in a bit?"

"OK."

Tom headed down and I grabbed my makeup bag and went though to my Mum's dresser. Although I didn't wear much normally she wore it every day and had taught me well, so I was pretty confident in what I was doing. Though, as it took shape, not entirely confident I could go out like that.

I used a lot of quite pale foundation, loads of mascara and painted my eyebrows prominently. I then added a fair amount of pink eye liner, blusher and lip stick. The effect looked exactly as I'd imagined though it was slightly strange to see myself like that. It looked like I wanted men to stare at me, and I supposed I did.

Then I combed my hair, which was still around shoulder length, and shaped it using way more hair spray than I normally do. By the end it hung in strands and slight curls framing my face and sometimes falling across it to hide one eye. It was simple but it was also obviously done so that people would notice me. I studied myself in the mirror for a little while more but my job was done. Without thinking too deeply I got up and headed down to join Tom.

My extra preparation clearly found an appreciative audience, Tom looked even more slack jawed as I entered the living room again.

"Wow, Claire, you look.."

I laughed. "You've already said that."

"I know, but. Honestly, you look like a." He hesitated. "You know, a model."

I think he meant a particular kind of model but it didn't bother me, it was what I'd been aiming for after all. My planned restraint was gone and I was firmly back in the mood of not thinking about what I was doing. The part of me actually taking note seemed far away and pretty powerless.

"So, shall we go?"

"Don't you need a coat as well? And some shoes?"

"Of course." I hadn't thought about the coat for a while but it still seemed for the best. "I can get them from the hall on the way out."

Tom followed me and watched as I slipped on some high heels, no doubt enjoying the show as I bent over slightly. I opened the closet and quickly picked a light grey hoodie, it would go quite nicely and if I zipped it up would cover most of me while still letting the dress peek out beneath. If I zipped it up. For the moment, however, I let it hang open.

"Shall we?"

"Claire, is it OK if I pick you up at the bottom of the street?"

"What? Why?"

"My Dad's at home and my car's on the drive, if he saw you dressed like that then." He let the sentence trail off, it was fairly obvious what he meant.

"What does he think you're doing now?"

"I said I was going for a walk."

"I guess that's OK." I zipped up my hoodie. "Shall I go first?"

"Yeah, I think so, I won't be able to wait too long on the road."

"Right then." I was more nervous now, just walking along the road alone hadn't been part of my mental image of the journey. That said our sleepy neighbourhood was surely far less populated than where we were going. I opened the door, gave Tom a little wave and headed out.

Straight away I could feel the sun and air on my legs. As I walked briskly down the road all that could be heard was the click clack of my heels on the pavement. I felt my bum sway and the hoodie almost immediately rode up to my hips. I wondered if Tom had set off yet but I was hesitant to look back.

As I was half way down I heard the inevitable sound of an engine behind me. I wondered if I should pull the hoodie down but thought that might just call more attention to myself. As it approached I tried to act normally but was aware of every part of my body as it moved. I watched as the car pulled by and then away, a man driving obviously doing his best to catch a few more glimpses of me as he passed. If anything I felt my confidence grow, worrying about it being someone I knew seemed very far off.

I got to the bottom of the road and turned the corner. It would be busier here, though for the moment no one was about. I wondered how long Tom would be.

After a short time the first car passed on the other side of the road, it wasn't obvious if the guy driving had seen me but it seemed likely. I found myself tugging my hoodie down as the next one approached and passed, this time a woman obviously doing a mild double take in my direction. From then on there was a steady stream, I found myself wishing Tom would hurry up.

The biggest reaction I got was from a man who looked to be in his 40s, he passed on my side of street and had obviously seen me in time to slow down as he went by. He smiled at me and I found myself smiling nervously back. He carried on slowly for a while but then pulled over and started backing towards me. I wondered what to do but there wasn't really anything I could do, I just waited till he again pulled along side. His window was already down.

"Hello there."

"Hello." I saw him looking down at my legs a few times.

"I couldn't help noticing you just standing here, do you need any help?"

"No, I'm fine." I paused. "Someone's just coming for me."

"Oh, right."

I smiled and hoped he'd leave, but he didn't drive off.

"It's pretty unusual to see a girl like you around here."

"Is it?" I didn't really know what he meant, or what to say.

"Yes, it's a pretty quiet place."

"Oh, right." I tried to sound as bored as I was nervous.

There was a pause, he looked at me and my body, then up and down the street and then back again.

"Look, if you've someone coming soon could I just get something quickly? Maybe you could show me your body on the back seat?"

He talked quickly and quite quietly, but I heard him fine. I froze horrified, I couldn't really believe it.

"I, er, I don't do that sort of thing. I'm just waiting for a friend."

From the way his face fell I could tell that my own startled expression and slightly terrified speech had been quite convincing. He suddenly started stammering himself.

"Oh, look, I didn't know. I." He looked around again. "You're really waiting for a friend?"

"Yes." Part of me was of course wondering why I didn't go with it and expose myself to him like I had to quite a few other guys. It wouldn't have even been the first time I got paid for it.

"Wow, look, I really am sorry. I." He looked at me again and shook his head. "The way you look, you can't blame me."