I'm an exhibitionist and I mean that in the clinical sense. I am highly aroused by being watched and there are times when I have a difficult time masturbating if I'm NOT being watched. It wasn't always that way, I used to be your standard red-blooded male who could jerk off at the drop of a hat, but over the years I've delved more and more into exhibitionism. It's happened slowly, over time, but I can definitely point out the day the evolution began.
My sophomore year of college I had a gorgeous friend named Lisa. Great girl, lots of fun, we shared many interests and activities... but the timing was all screwed up in terms of us dating. When the school year started, I was seeing a girl from back home and by the time I figured out that was a mistake, Lisa had started her own long-distance relationship.
Anyway, my birthday is in mid-April and she couldn't make the party my buddies were throwing for me, so she offered to take me out to dinner as a gift. On the walk back to campus, we passed a thrift store and she asked if she could stop inside quick to pick something up.
"Ugh, yeah, fine, but I'm waiting here," I responded with a roll of my eyes and she laughed. Lisa was very into the "retro" look, while I despised stepping into thrift stores.
"I'll be out quick," she smiled that adorable smile and darted into the store.
Five minutes later she was back with a small plastic bag and we were on our way.
"So?" I asked, after a few steps.
"So what?" She responded innocently.
"What's in the bag?"
"Oh, you don't want to know," Lisa blushed and tossed her hair.
I stopped walking.
"Um, well, actually I didn't really care that much, but now I HAVE to know..."
There was a little bit of "I'm not going to tell you" - "Oh come on tell me!" banter before she finally relented.
"Paul likes stockings..." she explained, mentioning her back-home boyfriend for one of the very few times around me, and pulled out a pair of red, fishnet pantyhose.
"Whoa," I said, trying to keep from staring. "You're right, probably best I didn't know that..."
"What? Why?!" She giggled, practically taunting me.
"Oh come on!" I protested half-jokingly (okay, half at best). "You? In THOSE? That would be eye-popping! Sexy! The poor guy will have a heart attack before you even get to him!"
"Aww, do you think?" She sighed, blushing again.
Quick aside here: Anytime you can tell a girl "Damn, you'd look fucking hot in that!" and her response is essentially "Aw, you're so sweet!", you've got yourself a keeper.
"Of course," I answered, trying to sound nonchalant as I delivered my next line carefully. "In fact, if you'd like to try them on for me, I'll let you know just how good you look in them."
She let out another laugh and wrapped her arm in mine as we continued to walk back to our dorm. "You're very sweet..."
We didn't really speak for the rest of the stroll but when we got to the dorm entrance, Lisa stopped and finally spoke again.
"Troy," she said, with some playfulness in her voice. "I have an idea for your birthday present."
"What are you talking about?" I waved her off. "You just took me out to dinner, you've spent way too much already..."
"Oh this would be free," she smiled, fully devilish. "How would you like to see me try these on for you?"
She waved the bag in front of my face tauntingly.
"I'm not sure I follow..." I stammered out.
"Here's my idea," she said, gaining momentum. "When we get upstairs, you go to my room and I'll head to the bathroom and change. Then, well, then I'll do a strip tease for you... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Wait, what? I mean, WHAT?"
"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" The quickness with which she bounced from sexy temptress to bouncy school girl had me completely off-balance, but I was definitely in favor of the idea.
"I mean, listen, Troy..." she drove the point home. "It's silly for us to stand here and pretend we don't find each other attractive. We haven't gotten together for obvious reasons, but... I mean, look. I wouldn't mind feeling sexy tonight and I know you'd like to see this, so, why not?"
"Hold on," I said, holding out my hand partially to stop her from speaking and partly to make sure I didn't faint. "I'm not sure I understand what you're offering here..."
"Then let me be clear," She interrupted, in full control now. "You won't touch me and I won't touch you, no touching!"
"But, well... " and now she was blushing again, "if you want to touch yourself, I'd be okay with that, I mean, I would like that."
Whoa. I stood there stunned.
"So?" She finally asked after the silence between us creeped into the awkward range.
