This story picks up where my "Summer" series left off, so I strongly encourage you to read those two chapters before you begin this series.
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"If I were all yours, you would still want me to dress this way around other men...even your friends?"
That was the million-dollar question, and it had always been the defining element of our relationship.
My very own Isla Fisher look-alike exhibitionist, Summer was pure crazy enthusiasm. Blessed with an insatiable lust for flirty adventures, she had wild auburn hair, a criminally sexy body, and an enchanting smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Always ready with a kind word, eager to share her joyous spirit, her fun-loving motor seemingly had no redline.
I was hopelessly addicted.
We met when I was renting a place with her former boyfriend, and from our very first moment together she loved to flirt with me. Right from the start we established a nice little teasing relationship, then we became lovers. Always, though, her main question centered on the issue of whether I would really still want her to dress so sexily and be so flirty around other men if she were mine?
Well, we were about to find out.
Having left her boyfriend to be with me, we were fortunate to find a semi-affordable three-bedroom rental house near the beach. The thing is, yes, we were together, but we didn't have any roommates for her to flirt with while bopping around in her skimpy clothes. That's really where she wanted to see if I was full of shit, since she no longer doubted that I loved the way she dressed for going out. Clubs, concerts, dinners? The beach, the museum, or the park? People we didn't know? No worries. We'd done plenty of that already as a couple, so she knew that at least where showing her off in public was concerned I'd been telling the truth. Her issue was she wanted to find out whether I'd also been telling the truth about how I would still want her to dress so sexily and be her normal flirty self around roommates, or even my friends.
We were deeply in love, and very happy together. Her innate playfulness meant she was always coming up with new ways for us to have fun, and a large part of our happiness had to do with the fact that I loved her teasing games. She could do 'serious' when the occasion called for it, but that really wasn't who she was. A child at heart, her greatest joy came from making people laugh and feel good. An inveterate flirt, she couldn't help but try to have a blast with everyone she met.
She was admittedly both intrigued and excited by my desire for her to enjoy being herself, including playing her sexy games. In her experience this was an entirely novel concept, and it quickly became the glue in our relationship. Her other boyfriends had always tried to control her, wanting to suppress her natural playfulness and flirty nature out of fear of losing her to some other man. That was the exact opposite of how I felt. I wanted her to be as free and crazy as possible. I loved when she was bouncing off the walls with happy, flirty energy, and the more she saw that attitude from me, the happier she became.
A definite win-win situation, I'd say.
Her basic question, however, was about to receive its answer. A confluence of events meant we were to be hosting three of my four best friends over the Christmas holiday season, meaning Summer and I would finally enter the 'test phase' of our relationship.
My other best friend, Sonny, was getting married. He and I had grown up together, having been friends since the age of seven. He was a Sikh, and his family had managed to rope him into an arranged marriage. Of course I was going to attend his wedding ceremony, as were Dave, John, and Aaron. The five of us played baseball together in high school, and had remained close friends into our adult lives. There was no way we weren't going to be there when Sonny tied the knot.
Truth be known, we also wanted to watch the USC-Oklahoma national title football game. For once in our adult lives, we wanted to be in the same room together when USC played for the championship. Using Sonny's wedding as our excuse, it was decided that the guys would stay at my place during the week of Christmas and on through the New Year, all the way up to the big game on January 4th. That meant they'd finally get to meet Summer. Conversely, it meant Summer would play hostess to a houseful of my friends...for nearly two weeks.
'This ought to be interesting,'
I thought, grinning to myself.
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"Oh, my god! Really? They're all going to stay here? Baby, that's awesome! I'm so happy for you!"
When I told her the news, of course Summer was never going to respond any other way. It was simply impossible not to love her. Plenty of other women would've instantly fretted over the imposition, not to mention the possibility of being ignored during the holidays. Nope, not Summer. She was out of her mind with excitement, and it was so genuine. All she could talk about was how great it was that my friends and I were going to be able to spend an entire New Year's Day watching football together. She couldn't wait to see what sorts of "adorably juvenile" things we would do to each other, and she thought it'd be a blast to go to a Sikh wedding, especially as an honored guest.
At no point did either of us ever mention the prospect of Summer spending nearly two weeks alone in our house with me and my friends. What she might wear or do given such a golden opportunity to test me were subjects never broached. She was just thrilled to death over how much fun we were all going to have over the holidays, and she was dying to meet the guys.
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"Dude, I fuggen hate you," John said, taking Summer's hands while looking over her shoulder at me. "What on earth is a gorgeous creature like this doing with a dork like you?"
It was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Summer and I had gone to the airport in the early afternoon to pick him up. We were doing our introductions at the baggage claim at L.A.X.
"Be nice to him! He's the reason we're all here, you know. And it's great to meet you too," replied a smiling Summer, giving John a big hug, but only after she stuck her tongue out at him for saying such a "mean thing" to me.
John gently returned her hug, his hands drifting to her lower back. Because we were enjoying an unseasonably warm late December, Summer wore only a short, light sundress and a pair of three-inch heels. Her smooth, tanned legs were bare, but in a concession to it being "...that time of the month...sorry, baby!" she also had on a tiny pair of sheer white thong panties.
When we arrived back at the house, Dave and Aaron were already there, having driven in from parts unknown. Finally, all five of us were together in our living room.
"Come on, you guys, group hug!" Summer exclaimed.
We all looked at each other for a moment. "Okay!" I said. Forming a tight circle around her before moving in closer to squeeze her between us, the four of us started bopping her around.
"Not me, you idiots! Hug each other!" she giggled, laughing as she was pinballed from one guy to the next.
"Aaron, grab her feet!" laughed John, and Aaron immediately understood the plan. Dave and I moved to either side of her, and before Summer knew what was happening Aaron and John had tossed her high in the air! She squealed in shock, then she laughed with glee when we all caught her in a basket of arms. "Again!" barked John, and we tossed her into the air a second time. Her dress flew up over her hips, exposing her sheer panties. When she landed in our arms, her large breasts bounced crazily, and a button popped open. She'd already left the top two unbuttoned anyway, revealing a nice bit of smooth cleavage, so when that next one came undone it left her dress open to the bottom of her braless breasts. Although nothing too serious was showing, she was a gloriously disheveled sight as she lay laughing, panting, and squirming in our arms, her tiny panties shining like a beacon beneath her flipped-up skirt.
