"Thank you so much, Eddie," I said again with a sigh of relief. "If you couldn't put me up for the weekend, I wasn't sure what I'd do."
"Hey, no problem," she said. "But you remember our agreement."
I sighed. "Tonight I have to let somebody buy me a drink."
"You got it." Eddie's smirk was obvious, but even though I only looked a little chagrinned at that, the truth was the agreement could turn out to be problematic. But I didn't want her to know that it was anything beyond my own self-consciousness.
As she showed me into her apartment and directed me to the guest bedroom, my mind was awhirl with possibilities for ways I could get out of it. I knew that having me let somebody buy me a drink would be just the beginning to what Eddie wanted "for" me. For all she knew, I hadn't had sex ever since my birthday, and she was jonesing for me to get some action. She didn't know that Chris and I had hooked up, and I wasn't telling her or it would give the surprise away.
Getting Eddie to let me stay at her apartment over the weekend was instrumental in my plans. I allowed myself a small amount of resistance, so that she wouldn't become suspicious that I was up to something, but eventually gave in. I had a feeling that she would've let me stay at her place even if I hadn't agreed to her deal, but I didn't want to take the chance that she wouldn't. I wouldn't quite say I was submissive, but I did tend to agree to things I didn't feel bold enough to do, even if I didn't go through with them.
Eddie expected me to hedge, but I also expected her to dig her heels in and pull against my resistance. It was close to her birthday. I'm sure she was trying to give herself a birthday present of my getting some action. It was a strange friendship. Only recently did I realize her role as voyeur, though I don't know how it could have taken me so long.
"Well, come on and get dressed," she instructed me. "I'm taking you out to dinner before we go to the bar."
I hoped she hadn't planned anything at dinner, too.
"I picked something out for you. It's hanging in the closet."
"Do you realize how much of a dom you sound like?" I asked, opening the closet despite my comment.
"I don't see you complaining."
"There's free food," I joked and then looked at the outfit.
It wasn't anything slutty, I was pleased to see. Eddie did show some taste with how she intended to dress me. It was a deep purple collared blouse and a black skirt. A black lace bra and matching pair of panties were draped over the hanger.
"Um...thanks," I said, taking down the outfit. "This is actually pretty nice."
"Actually?"
"I expected you were going to try to drop me into some guy's bed. I thought you'd try to slut me up."
Eddie looked insulted by this, which in hindsight I realized it was rather an unfair supposition. "What? Oh, come on. It's true I want you to get some action, but do you really think I'd change you to get it?"
"Sorry."
But I shouldn't have apologized. An hour later, I was dressed in Eddie's hand-chosen outfit, feeling pretty exposed. Sure, the blouse was three-quarter sleeved, but the last button fastened just over where the bra clasped. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door and the wide play of pale-white skin. You couldn't see the black lace of the bra, but when I looked down at the bra-hoisted breasts, the tender flesh and delicate fabric, not to mention the hook-clasp of the front-fastening bra shone rather luridly. She at least wanted me to get felt-up.
I gathered the front of the shirt and tried to close it, thinking maybe I could find a safety pin, but it was too tight. It was amazing how large the bra and shirt made my breasts look, though they were nothing to write home about in actuality. There was no way that the shirt could close. It was completely flat, ungiving of any curves, and now I understood why.
And then there was the skirt. It was tight and went down to just above my knees, but no matter how much it covered in the front, there was an obscene slit in the back that ended right at my crotch. If I wasn't careful to take small steps, some lucky guy would get a great view of my pasty cheeks showing through the black lace of my panties.
The bathroom door swung open and Eddie walked out, smiling in approval. "Ah good, you're ready."
"Eddie, I can't wear this!" I said, dismayed.
"Why not?"
"It's...uh...ah!" I said, for lack of appropriate words.
"It doesn't show anything," she told me, coming over and playing with the collar of my shirt. "They won't be able to see a thing unless they're right here." Her face was only inches from mine and she looked down. Her breath brushed the tops of my breasts, and I felt an odd excitement at it.
I clamped my hand over the crevice between my breasts. "Nooo."
"Pleeeeeease," she said, taking my other hand and hoisting it above her head and around her neck. "Do it for my birthday. It's classy almost-exhibitionism. You're not really showing anything, but they'll all wonder what you're not quite showing."
"But...ah...not at the restaurant," I protested.
"Alright, a compromise," she said. "We won't go to the restaurant. We'll just grab some bar food."
"How is that a compromise?"
She eyed me shrewdly. "Think of it this way. Wearing something slutty in a normal place is sluttier than wearing it in a slutty place, not that this is slutty...but you get my meaning."
I sighed and let my shoulders slump forward. "Fine. But here's my compromise. I am sleeping
here
tonight. And not with any strangers."
"Oh, so if it's not a stranger, that's fine?"
"I won't know anybody," I asserted, praying that that would be true. "I only know you on this side of town."
"How about if
I
know them."
"No."
"Oh come on, you let that guy on the train fuck you."
I winced at that. "That was different."
"How?"
"It...I didn't...it's just different, Eddie!" Oh God, she really was trying to get me into some guy's bed, or get some guy into me. And though it wasn't as if Chris and I were dating, I didn't want to sleep with anybody else when our plan was to go into action tomorrow morning.
"Eddie please," I begged. "Please, please, please let me just go at my pace, okay? God knows I'm clamoring for sex, but I just don't feel comfortable with this."
She scrutinized me for a moment and then said, "Okay, only do what you're comfortable with. But...will you at least keep an open mind about...even just...making out? Lord knows you need it, girl."
"Alright," I conceded. "I'll keep it in mind. We'll see what happens."
I made sure to grab a coat before we left, though it was due to more than just the cold of the evening. The cold was a pretty significant point, though. The lace didn't offer much cover for my nipples, and I could tell that just the slightest hardening would be quite obscenely obvious.
The bar we went to was within walking distance, and Eddie gave me a spare key to her apartment, which lessened my unease. I wanted to stick it out as long as possible, for her sake, without ruining things for tomorrow. Having these added securities made me less likely to balk. Training wheels.
The evening was pretty young still, when we arrived. I saw several of the older crowd, taking the edge off the end of the workday with a few shots or a cozy pint. Some were gnawing on a bit of pub-fare. The sight of the food made my own stomach pinch me insistently. I didn't know how it could be hungry when I, myself, was so nervous.
Eddie and I found a table and ate our dinners. I was conscious of the cool wood of the wood bare against the back of my legs, where the slit exposed them. And every time I reached for my drink or reached further than my plate, my cleavage pressed together. There was a sheen on my skin that pronounced the sensation. I was aware of that, too, the slight oiliness and the little bit of sweat from my nerves.
Every guy that walked into the bar, I imagined as a potential drink-buyer, and good-looking or not, it unnerved me each time. I ate a little too fast and the alcohol seemed to be settling in my stomach, rather than in my head. All in all, my nerves and the fare started me down an unsteady path.
I know I should've been thinking about Eddie a little more than I was, but by the time she had finished her food and ordered herself a couple more shots, I had worried myself into a rather sick state.
"Let's move this up to the bar."
"Eddie, I'm not feeling too well. Can we do this another night?"
Eddie looked at me suspiciously, but I thought I noticed a hint of concern. "Here, knock one of these back. It'll settle your nerves."
I considered the amber booze in her shot glass and set my hand on my stomach. "I don't thinkβ" I mumbled.
"Go on, it'll help, swear to God," she insisted. The shot glass was set into my hold.
"No, Iβ"
"Go on!" she repeated. "Don't think about it, just do it!"
She wasn't going to let me refuse, so I decided to have done with it. I lifted the tiny glass and threw the stuff into my mouth, and almost retched from the turpentine she called a drink.
Needless to say, that was the last straw, and after leaving my dinner in the restroom and dunking my face into a sink of cold water, Eddie took me back to her place.