I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard my roommate, Michelle say, "OK Joe, We'll see you then."
I walked into the kitchen with one towel wrapped around my breasts, another drying my hair.
She was smiling, still holding the phone.
"What's up Michelle?" I asked.
"Katie, You remember Joe? He's in town and I invited him over for dinner tonight."
Michelle and Joe had been friends since high school. They had dated briefly but it ended after both agreed that dating each other was ruining their friendship. Michelle had confided in me that, about a year after they broke up, they had lost their virginity to each other on their High School graduation night. The following summer became a period of sexual experimentation between them. She described it as not using each other, but a mutual respect and understanding. Teaching and learning.
"I have to get ready. It will be good to see him!" Michelle said excitedly, disappearing into the bathroom.
I walked into my room, took off my towels and started brushing my long, straight, jet-black hair. I was envious of Michelle and Joe's friendship and how confident Michelle was.
Being half Japanese-half American, I was raised conservatively and taught the traditional role of being a "good girl." I am a little shy and seem to live up to the expectation of always doing what I'm supposed to.
Michelle, on the other hand, is proud of herself and who she is. She likes her body and doesn't mind showing off a bit. Deep down I secretly wondered what it would be like to be more like Michelle. Could I ever be that comfortable with myself? Can I overcome the shy "good girl" and become a confident woman?
Standing naked in front of the mirror, my brown eyes wander over my 5 ft 4 in, 110 LB body. Moving my hands to my 34C breasts, I like the way they look. The dark brown areolas really accent my olive skin tone. Hands and eyes moving down together, I stop at my stomach, which is still flat and soft. Further down, a trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair points between my legs. I turn around and see my butt is still firm and at 30, isn't sagging. I think I could stand to loose 5 lbs but then again, what woman couldn't?
I put on a pair of white panties and a lacy bra, a black mid-thigh length skirt and a white silky shirt. I don't wear much make-up and skipped it tonight. A necklace and a couple rings later and the package was complete. I checked the mirror "you look good, Katie."
I left my room and put some music on, then headed for the kitchen to start dinner. It will be good to finally meet Joe.
Michelle soon came out.
"Well Katie, what do you think?" she asked as she twirled around.
"Wow! I see you're going all out tonight."
Michelle is a petite woman. She is 5-2 and maybe 90 lbs. Her breasts are small and her hips are narrow but she still has a shapely figure. Her slender legs lead up to a tight little butt, which she's worked hard to maintain at 40, and is often mistaken for someone 10 yrs younger. She keeps her brown hair short and tucked behind her glasses, her eyes are a vibrant blue. She had dressed in a white tank-top, which stopped right above her belly button and white short-shorts. The shorts barely covered her butt cheeks and the tank top seemed to hang from her half erect nipples.
I handed her a Margarita.
"You expecting something to happen tonight?"
"I hope so," she responded with a wink.
The doorbell rang about half an hour later.
"Gosh it's good to see you Michelle. You look fantastic!" Joe commented as she welcomed him through the door.
"Thanks Joe," she beamed.
She came towards him and up onto her tiptoes, gave giving him a quick kiss on the lips while they hugged.
Michelle ushered Joe up to the kitchen and introduced him and I.
"Hi Joe. It's good to finally meet you." I said warmly, giving him a quick hug.
As Joe and Michelle talked, I glanced at Joe and took him in. He had on a pair of denim shorts and a maroon polo shirt. I could see the outline of his chest through the shirt. His black hair was neatly trimmed and I saw just a hint of gray. This was a guy who took care of himself.
"I'll fix some drinks and then we can eat, sound OK Joe?" said Michelle.
"Sounds good. I'd like to use the bathroom if I could. It was a long drive."
She gave him directions and he headed down the hall.
"What do you think Michelle? Does he look good or what?"
"I'll say. I'm getting all worked up."
"I know, I can see your nipples poking out. I'm sure he did too!"
Michelle put her hands over her chest, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
She opened her eyes, looking right into mine, "That's not all that's getting worked up!"
We ate dinner and had a few drinks. Joe and Michelle caught up on each others lives. While listening to them, I kept busy by clearing the table and refilling drinks. I felt privileged to be there for their reunion. There were lots of smiles and laughs and a few inside jokes between them. Michelle's eyes absolutely sparkled; she was clearly enjoying seeing Joe again.
We were all loosening up when Joe asked Michelle, "Are you wearing underwear tonight?"
Joe looked at me and apologized. "Sorry Katie, it's kind of our tradition to ask."
I was a little shocked by his question but even more so by Michelle's answer. She put her right hand on her stomach and slid it down inside the front of her shorts.
"Mmm, let's see. Nope, not tonight."
I couldn't believe what she was doing. I've known Michelle a long time but I've never seen her like this. Her boldness caught me off guard but Joe was unfazed. He locked his gaze on her eyes.
"Me either," he whispered.
I was also confused by my reaction. While my mind was shocked with disbelief, my body reacted the opposite. My breasts swelled and my nipples hardened as a tingling sensation swept down my body. It continued down my stomach stopping between my legs. I felt warmth in my nest as my lips parted slightly and my juices began.
With reddening cheeks I tried to look away from Michelle's hand, now deep into her shorts but I couldn't.
"What do you say to a dip in the hot tub?" Michelle asked, breaking the silence.
We all agreed and I went to my room to change. I put on my black bikini but before I left I slid my hand down between my legs. I slid a finger up and down my warm, slick pussy then lingered on my clit for a moment. Maybe I should stay here for a few minutes...
I went back to the kitchen and found Michelle in a thong bottom and a very small top, refilling our drinks. The top was tight and her nipples were making themselves known trying to push their way through the material.
Joe was wearing a pair of white cotton shorts Michelle had given him and was mixing a pitcher of Margarita's.
We stepped out into the star filled night with our drinks and the towels I had grabbed. The hot tub is in the backyard, which is pretty secluded during the day but now was completely private. Michelle and I got into the water first and turned on the jets while Joe set the pitcher on a table.
I couldn't help stealing a few looks of his manhood swaying underneath his shorts as Joe moved to get in.
We talked and laughed and soon Michelle and I needed another drink. Being a gentleman, Joe offered to refill ours but couldn't coordinate it while still in the hot tub.
His shorts clung tightly to his body, not hiding much, as he stepped out of the water. I could see his dick clearly outlined and although I think he noticed, after the alcohol he didn't seem to care. He filled our drinks and got back into the hot tub, standing he handed Michelle her drink.
"Mmmm, that looks good," she said taking the drink but watching the outline in his shorts. He winked at her, handing me my drink.
I couldn't help but stare at his crotch. I could have reached out and touched it and as my pussy reacted, I thought I could see his dick grow in his shorts.
I was getting worked up and wondered if I could touch myself beneath the bubbling water without them knowing. My cheeks flushed and I hoped they didn't notice. I took a long drink of my Margarita and rested my left hand on my thigh near my desire.
By now, we were all feeling pretty loose and Michelle said, "What the hell. I'm going to enjoy this the way it was meant to be."
With that, she slid out of her bottoms then pulled her top over her head.
She tossed them to Joe and said, "What do you say?"
"I'm in," Joe smiled.