During the first month I dated my asshole college boyfriend Brian, his friend Jason would drive us around whenever we needed to go off campus on errands. Brian and I didn't have a car, but Jason had rich parents who gave him a car for college. It's a good thing he was rich, too, because he wasn't the best-looking guy, but his money helped him get a couple of dates here and there. I could tell he had a crush on me, but he wasn't creepy about it, and since it helped me get rides around town, I let him flirt with me and keep his crush going.
One store I really liked going to was Percy's, the fancy department store near our campus. Brian hated going there, because I would spend a long time shopping and trying on clothes while he had to wait around, so we didn't go often. But a couple of months ago I had to buy a new dress for Brian's fraternity semi-formal, so Jason drove us over there.
Once we were inside, I started looking for new dresses while Brian and Jason played games on their phones. I found a few dresses I liked, but wasn't sure which one looked the best on me. I thought about snapping a picture of myself and sending it to one of my girlfriends, but then I figured I might as well as the two guys and give them something to do.
"Hey, guys, can you come over to the dressing room and tell me how I look in some dresses?" I asked.
They both got up without looking up from their phones and followed me over to the dressing room area. It was a long hallway with benches on one side and the dressing rooms on the other side, with each dressing room separated from the hallway by a curtain. It was a big hallway, but because it was the middle of a weekday it was empty except for us. Brian and Jason sat down on a bench across from a dressing room.
"Give me a quick sec," I said. The two of them just grunted, still staring at their dumb phones. I went into the dressing room and closed the curtain. I slipped out of my shirt and jeans and put on the first dress. It was a simple blue dress with a nice cut, but I wasn't sure it was very flattering on me.
I pulled open the curtain and Brian and Jason looked up. "Wow, that looks great!" Jason said, smiling. Brian just grunted and looked back down.
"Thanks," I murmured, and closed the curtain back. That wasn't any help at all. Jason would probably like anything I wore, and Brian was just being unresponsive.
For the next couple of dresses, they were just as unhelpful. Brian barely paid attention to any of them, and Jason just liked to see me modeling them. It was flattering to see him ogle me, but it didn't help me decide which one I should get.
As I put on the last dress, I realized that it was too low-cut to wear with a bra, so I put it down and unclasped my bra. As I slipped it off, I got a quick thrill as I thought about how little I was wearing. Right now I was just in my panties. Brian had seen it all already, but only a thin curtain separated Jason from seeing my naked breasts! That would be the thrill of the poor guy's life! My nipples started to twist up and get hard at the idea, even as I nervously double-checked the curtain to make sure it was closed tight.
I slipped the dress on and looked in the mirror. Immediately I could tell that this was the dress. It was a deep maroon, low cut to show off and flatter my cleavage, and tight in all the right places. With the right hairdo and a nice necklace, I could walk on a red carpet in this thing. It was perfect!
With a flourish, I pulled open the curtain. This time both Jason and Brian were blown away. "Holy shit, that looks great!" Brian said. "Get that one for sure!
Jason was even more complimentary. "Oh my God, April, you look so beautiful in that! You were made for that dress!"
"Aw, thanks, guys!" I said. "Let's get this one."
"You sure you don't have any more dresses?" Jason asked. Aw, he wanted me to keep modeling!
"No, I'm good," I said. "That's the reaction I wanted. I'll get this one."
"Nuts. You're a lucky guy, Brian," Jason said.
"He sure is," I said, closing the curtain.
I took off the dress and looked at the price tag. My heart sank. It was way too expensive for me. There was no way I could put it on my credit card, either, not with how close they were to being maxed out.
Sighing, I picked up one of the cheaper dresses I didn't like as much, but that I would have to buy instead. What a bummer.
Suddenly I had a thought. I couldn't afford the dress, but Jason sure could. Maybe I could get him to buy it for me! But what would I give in return?
That answer was obvious, but I would have to wait until Jason and me were alone. By a stroke of luck, after I walked out of the dressing room, Brian said he had to go the bathroom. I waited until he left.
"Hey, Jason, did you like me in that dress?" I asked in my most flirty voice.
"Yeah, it looked great on you! I just wish I was in Brian's frat so I could see you in it again!"
"Well, how about this," I said, lowering my voice. "If you buy me the dress, I'll wear anything else in the store and model it for you!"His eyes widened. "Anything?" he said."Anything!" I whispered back.
He paused for a second and looked around. I knew he was looking for a swimsuit or lingerie section. I smiled to myself; it was the fall, there wasn't going to be any swimsuits, and the Percy's idea of lingerie was pajama pants.
"Okay, deal!" he said. "As long as Brian doesn't come with us."
"Deal," I said, handing him the dress. That was better for everyone involved.
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Brian's fraternity semi-formal was in a big hotel ballroom, and it went great. I spent most of the night dancing and drinking and having fun. Even better, everyone loved my dress! All the girls raved about it and all the guys were drooling over how good I looked in it. I even got the attention of Daryl, the dreamy frat president who I had a crush on. He spent most of the night flirting with me, even ignoring his own date to dance with me.
Late in the night, while Brian was across the ballroom talking with his friends, Daryl guided me into a dark corner.
"I can't get enough of you in that dress," he said.
"Thank you," I giggled. "I like the fabric a lot, it's very soft."
He took the hint. "Oh, yeah?" he said, and ran his hand up the front of my dress. I gasped at the shock of his finger sliding over the thin fabric covering my nipple.
"It doesn't seem like there's much underneath it," he said, with a very sexy devilish grin.
"Oh, there's not," I whispered. "I can't even wear a bra under it. See?"
