I had this really good friend named Kendall who also had a friend named Rashan. Well, Rashan had this really fine ass girlfriend named Denisee. Kendall is a real bullshitter and I didn't believe half of the wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild Denisee got when she got drunk. He told me how Rashan was the type of guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Denisee wanted it once or twice an hour. Rashan was a soft brother that got picked on a lot. How he eneded up with this girl no one will ever know. Since she was a "good little girl" she couldn't really cheat on Rashan, but if you got her drunk, she would do anything and not feel guilty about it.
One day Kendall told me he was going to prove to me how wild Denisee really was. He had arranged for us to meet her at the local Chinese restaurant for pizza and beer (which we would sneak in of course). When she met us I noticed that the dress she was wearing was really unusual in that it was made almost exactly like a raincoat, buttons down the front with a belt around the middle. I also noticed a lot of cleavage and her shapely calves.
We sat down in the back and ordered our food. When I took out the beer Denisee said that she didn't want to drink any because she didn't like the taste. Well, after our food arrived Denisee gave in and poured herself a glass of beer. When we were done with the food, we were also done with the beer and Denisee had only had one glass. Kendall pulled out three more Coronas from his knapsack and convinced Denisee that the only way for her to drink with us was to "chug" each glass so she wouldn't taste it so much. After "chugging" about six or seven glasses of beer, Denisee was being as sweet as can be. She had unbuttoned two of the lower buttons on her dress so that she could move her legs enough to play footsie under the table with me. As we were leaving, Denisee called out to me. She was standing by the bathrooms, which were hidden from view of the customers, and when I turned she opened up her dress and showed me a braless cutout corset with garters and stockings. Her nipples were about the size of a quarter and looked like Hershey's Kisses in the cool evening air. Her bush was a dark brown that looked like the hair was very thin or recently trimmed. About then I realized that we were in the middle of a city with about 100,000 people in it and it was still daylight at 8 P.M.
Nothing else happened that night, but Denisee and I became drinking buddies for several weeks. One evening about 4 months later Denisee called me and invited me and my bottle of rum over to her apartment for margaritas. She said her parents had gone to the Poconos for a wedding and wouldn't be back for three days. I quickly showered, dressed, hit the liquor store and was at her apartment in about 30 minutes. When I got there I thought something was up because Rashan was working night shift and Denisee's older sister was out for the rest of the night with her new beau. Denisee made the mistake of letting me make the margaritas and I loaded about a cup of rum into each one of the drinks. After our third round Denisee was feeling real loose.
Our casual conversation suddenly turned sexy when Denisee asked if I had liked her lingerie that night at Ting Juo's. I said that I loved lingerie but had trouble finding women who were into it as much as I was. When Denisee heard that I loved lingerie she offered to give me a fashion show of her lingerie collection. I quickly agreed and she disappeared into the bedroom to change.
The first outfit she came out in really knocked my socks off. It was a basic white bra with frilly lace across the top edge of the cups. The lace was cut just low enough to expose the top half of each perky brown nipple. She was wearing white garters that rode perfectly across her slender, full hips with four long, lacy straps leading down to her white stockings. The stockings were the sheer white kind that sparkle in the light and she was moving around a lot to produce the best possible effect with the little light available. She was wearing white lace panties that were no more that two triangles of cloth held together by lace straps. The front panel was transparent enough that I could see her dark bush and a hint of pussy lips. She really knew what she was doing because she had put her panties on over the garters so she could take off her panties without removing the garters.