Threes A Perfect Crowd

This started as a different take on a theme I've hit before, but grew into its own thing. Putting this in Exhibitionism, though it might belong in Erotic Couplings. Maybe. Heavy ENF theme. It is a slow burn. Hope you enjoy.

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Dan, Ginny and Barbi had been roommates for over three years, ever since graduation. The three got along great, and they took advantage of that fact, saving money by sharing a place. Dan and Ginny have known each other since birth. Their parents were best friends. It extended to them, because Dan and Ginny are thick as thieves. Barbi is the "ditz" of the bunch. Remember that show 'Three's Company,' with the sexy, naive blonde girl as one of the roommates? Barbi is like her, but on turbo. She also takes every opportunity to flash her bosom and bottom to people. Friends, family, acquaintances, strangers, whoever is around, somehow Barbi finds an excuse to expose herself.

Dan and Ginny love Barbi's personality, regardless of her exhibitionist traits. Frankly, the two don't care about her antics, as it's all in good fun, and Barbi knew when it was best to temper the behavior. Sometimes, her habits helped get them into cool places and clubs. On rare occasions, it got them into bits of trouble, but most of it was confined to appropriate times and places. Barbi was often a third wheel to Dan's and Ginny's adventures, but the two loved having her around. She was "their Barbi" to the two best friends.

Ginny had every bit as enviable a body as Barbi, even if they have different shapes. Ginny has a smaller bottom than Barb, but it's still quite firm. Just less shapely. Ginny's top, however, might be a cup size larger than her exhibitionist roommate. Dan thought they both had nice breasts, but he'd never seen Ginny's exposed, only under clothes.

"Peter Hinkley is flying over from Seattle and made a bet with me," said Dan, while having a late breakfast with Ginny. "You know he's only heard of Barbi's exploits. He just never believed them."

"Yeah?" Ginny asked.

"He said, if I invite him over for dinner while Barb is here, he'll pay me five hundred bucks for every time she flashes her tits or ass. I have to swear not to let her know about the deal, though."

Ginny laughed, "That's hilarious. If you play fair, you ought to make a couple grand. Telling her in advance might make you a millionaire."

Dan chuckled, "Doesn't matter. Barb is in Daytona this weekend. Did you forget? Peter is shit out of luck, and so am I."

"Invite him another weekend."

"He lives across the country, Gin. He's just here for business and to meet with the old man. This dinner was a bonus for him."

"Bonus for you, too, if you could convince Barbi to stay."

"Hah, too late for that. She left this morning. Spending four days down there this year."

"Shit, that's right, and that sucks. Would have helped with the rent."

"Maybe we can do it another time. Next year?"

"Wait," said Ginny, "You say Peter doesn't know what Barb looks like, right?"

"Just that she's blonde and has a nice rack."

"I could wear a wig!" Ginny cried out.

The statement caught Dan genuinely by surprise. He'd never seen Ginny naked. Not once in all their years together. He wasn't even sure if Barbi had, either. They'd seen Ginny in a bikini, sure, but never more than that. "Wait... are you saying you will pretend to be Barbi?" he asked.

"Yes. Why not? And since we know about the money, I could make it happen ten or twelve times, right?"

Dan burst into laughter, "Never in a million years could I see you flash your tits!"

"Well, now you're gonna have to, dipshit! We are not passing on this money!"

"I just... wow... I can't believe you would be so bold."

"Believe me, Dan, I don't want to do it, but come on... you know this is too good to pass up."

"I mean... do you even think you can?"

"Why couldn't I?"

"Like... Barb is frisky and confident about it. You really think you can--"

Ginny's voice pitched up a notch, more bubbly, as she performed a stunning rendition of their roommate, "We've only been living together for, like... forever, Daaannnn! Of course, I can do Barbi!" Even her facial expressions matched their roommate.

Dan was cracking up and finally managed to say, "Do me! I had no idea you were so good at impressions."

"See? Told ya. It will be fine."

"But I am talking specifically about showing your flesh. You've always been... private... about such matters." Though Dan had never seen Ginny naked, she had seen him that way on a few occasions. They share close quarters, and he just isn't as shy, or as quick to dress when getting out of the shower. They never made a big deal of it, though. Dan continues, "Do you even know HOW?! Barbi makes it fun and easy. Sometimes predictable. Sometimes spontaneous."

"I got it, Dan, I swear!"

"Fine. Show me."

"Show you?"

"Yes, flash me your tits. Show me you can do it."

"I'm not going to do that!"

"I'm telling you, Ginny. If you don't start practicing, you will not pull it off. Probably chicken out."

"I will not chicken out."

"Can you be so sure? You won't even do it now, with your best friend."

"You're a dude! And, no! And you're like my brother to me!"

"I'll be like a brother to you when Peter is here. That won't change. We're also both 'dudes.' And you and I know Barb flashes me all the time. Hell, she practically greets me every morning that way. So, do it. Show me you can."

"She doesn't do it every morning," Ginny kicked back.

"Fine. Don't practice, but I can tell you exactly what will happen. You'll get all prepped up, donning your wig, putting on sexy clothes, but when it comes time to do it, you'll never find the courage. You watch!"

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Dan. I got this."

"I'll make you a deal. This was supposed to between me and Peter. Remember, he offered five hundred bucks for every time it happens. Now that you're in on it, this is what I'll do. I get the money from the first time you flash; all five hundred of it. Everything after that, we'll put in a 'rent' fund, saving all of us some serious money. Does that sound fair?"

Ginny sighed, thinking on it. "How about this? You get the money from the first flash. I get all the money from the second flash, and everything after that goes into the rent fund."

"You'll never make it to one," Dan grinned. Of course, he hoped Ginny would do it, but he had low expectations. He provoked her to prove herself now, but it was clear she wasn't game.

**

The next two days passed too quickly for Ginny, but it had given her enough time to find a suitable wig, and she pulled out a few options for clothes. She rented the wig for forty bucks, so she was motivated to get the money back, but as she prepped to get dressed, the clothes gave her pause. The first thing she tried on was a short skirt that hadn't been worn since she was a Freshman in college. She was maybe an inch or two smaller around the waist back then, so it fit tightly and a little higher up the hips now. There was no way she could bend over, without flashing panties. Unfortunately, flashing panties aren't part of the deal, but there is no way Ginny would be comfortable going without underwear, especially in such a short skirt.

She yanked off the skirt and grabbed a different one. A black, leather one which fit even more tightly, but by design. It didn't really suit a dinner party, Ginny thought, and she felt like it made her look even sluttier than the short skirt. "And it will also be impossible to flash my ass in this, anyway," she whispered to herself. "It's just so tight, I can't move in it."

Ginny looked at what else she had pulled out in preparation for tonight's event. There was a pair of cute-fitting low-riders, but that's kind of out of style. Then, Ginny thought about what Barb might wear. At night, she often changes into denim shorts. Not Daisy-Dukes small, but still skimpy and tight-fitting. Ginny marched over to Barb's room and dug through her drawers. One was filled with five pairs of these modified Dukes and Ginny grabbed the smallest of them, hoping it would fit.

Back in her room, the shorts had some leeway, but Ginny's hips were just wide enough to keep them held up. When she bent over, there was a significant gap between the waistband and her skin, exposing a bit of her ass. "Maybe a thong with this?" she asked herself, not feeling confident she could wear something like that around Dan and a stranger. It might get creepy. Ginny ultimately decided on a pair of red panties, which offered more coverage than a thong.

Ginny now had to decide on a top. Barb went without a bra half the time, but her boobs are smaller and do a lot less jiggling than Ginny's. Ginny knew the bra she was currently sporting wouldn't suffice. It's as bland as a bra can get. She had two "sexy" ones that hadn't been touched since her last break-up. One was a half-cup style, and the more Ginny thought on it, the more she thought it would be far too inappropriate to wear. She might accidentally expose herself without realizing it, and might not be able to get an accurate count on what would be owed in the end. Ginny came up with lots of reasons to talk herself out of wearing the sexiest, and easiest-to-flash, brassiere. The other was a black, lace, push-up number. It made her cleavage rise considerably.

'I'm not sure I can wear a low-cut top with this,' thought Ginny. 'Again, if I bounce or lean just right, I might fall out and expose myself accidentally. It could get confusing. Maybe it would be better, if when I flash, I just lift the whole thing up, bra and all. But when I'm not flashing, I don't have to be exposed so much.' Ginny kept manifesting excuses to find the most conservative of the "sexy" clothes she'd picked out for the task.

When she came out for Dan's approval, he tapped his fingers on his lips before speaking, "Not bad. Don't think I've ever seen you dressed like this..."

"But?"

"... but you really could have taken it a bit further, no? Like, think about Barbi. Would she wear this outfit?" The answer to that question, as Dan knew, was 'probably not, but maybe'. A remote 'maybe'. Ginny was dressed in slightly ill-fitting, denim shorts. Her top was a short-sleeve, tied at the waist, showing a hint of midriff, but buttoned all the way up, fitting quite loosely, covering everything. Perhaps, on a bad day -- or one where Barbi was confident she wouldn't be flashing her bits -- would she wear such an outfit. Usually, she picks things that are much more playful.

"I think Barb might wear this, yes!" Ginny insisted. "And don't worry. I'm sure I'll find every opportunity to flash, okay?"

"We'll see. I better get things started. He'll be here in twenty minutes."

**

Dan had just put the fish in the oven when the doorbell rang. "Shit, he's early," Dan called out. "Can you get that?"

Ginny hated answering the door dressed so ridiculously, but she hopped up and put on her 'Barbi' face. She swung the door open and screamed out, "Welcome!" Ginny had planned on lifting her top at that very moment, because Barbi sometimes welcomes guests this way -- whether they are prepared for it or not -- but Ginny changed her mind at the very last second. She didn't want to risk any neighbors seeing her. One or two might be in the hall, and flashing her tits would certainly draw attention.

"Hello!" said the man at the door. He was older, perhaps mid-60s, but tall and fit for his age. He wore a hat and had to duck a bit to come inside. Ginny thought he dressed for the '70s, the way his plaid suit fit him. Somehow, he made it work. "You must be Barbi."

"That's right, Mr. Hinkley... or should I call you 'Peter?'"

"Peter, of course," he said, while removing his hat and placing it on the arm of the couch, along with his suitcoat. "I hope I'm not too early."

Dan stepped out of the kitchen and waved. "Nice to finally see you face to face, Pete. How's your visit been?"

"Good, good. You know, your pop would really like to see you get more involved."

"Yeah, yeah, I help out enough already, and I'm working on my own thing."

"So he says. But I promised I would pass on the message."

Dan threw up his hands, "I'm not sure I want to work for Dad full time. You know, especially when I have Barb over here to keep me company. She always keeps things interesting."

Ginny knew, of course, that Dan was lobbing her on opportunity. If the real Barb were here, she would immediately pop her tits out and make some flippant comment on how 'interesting' they are. Ginny tried to think of something -- anything that might be witty or prepared -- but just came up empty. The opportunity to flash her tits passed as quickly as it came. Dan gave Ginny a knowing 'look' and shook his head. "I need to get the veggies on the skillet. You two hang out."

Dan scampered back to the kitchen. As he had predicted, Ginny was unable to flash her breasts or bum. He could see she was fighting mentally with herself over this. She almost made it too obvious. Dan hoped she could find the courage to do it, with him out of the room, so he focused on cooking. It would be another fifteen or twenty minutes before dinner was ready.

Ginny and Peter were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. Peter smiled and looked Ginny up and down. Finally, he said, "I see why Dan likes having you around. You have a very unique look."

Ginny realized here was another softball -- an easy opportunity to flash and say something like "These are very unique," but the way she was seated across from Mr. Hinkley made it almost impossible to do naturally. It would look forced and awkward. Ginny decided there would be better opportunities soon. Maybe once dinner was served. After a few minutes chatting, she offered to check on the food, leaving Peter wondering if "Barbi" was everything Dan had boasted. Peter felt like, if anything, he'd save a lot of money tonight.

"How much longer?" Ginny asked, startling Dan in the kitchen.

"Everything's off the heat and resting. I'm plating things now. How about you? Have you flashed him yet?"

"No, there hasn't been much of a--"

"I told you this would happen. I fucking told you!" Dan was pointing his finger, scowling.

"I promise, I'll do it. Let's just get dinner on the table, okay?" Secretly, Ginny was sweating bullets. She knew she had to do this, but the idea of anyone seeing her naked body made her very uncomfortable. She had no idea why. Maybe growing up with three brothers kept her guarded. They always had creepy, gross friends hanging around. She knew, deep down, no guy would mind seeing tits and ass, but it was just so out of place for it to be hers.

The first ten minutes of dinner didn't go any better than the rest of the evening had. Dan was pulling out every idea to encourage Ginny to flash her tits, but she always failed the opportunities. He blurted out, "I heard Steve Ackerman got a new convertible, and always drives with the TOP DOWN." Ginny perked up, looking more nervous than ever.

There was an awkward silence before Peter responded, "No, I hadn't heard that. Sounds like something Steve would do, though. Probably wants to prove to everybody that his hair plugs can stand the wind shear."

Dan laughed, "Why would he want to prove that?"

"Because he insists he doesn't have plugs at all. All of a sudden, the man has hair, and he's done everything possible to prove it's real hair and not plugs."

"If Steve Ackerman has a full head of real hair, they're about as real as Barbi's tits. Last time I saw him, he had practically nothing up top." Again, Dan threw up an easy dunk for Ginny to flash, but did she? No, instead she immediately got defensive.

"Hey! My tits are real!"

"Sure, they are," Dan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, but not before locking them onto Ginny's, in a vain attempt to send a nonverbal message of, "Flash your tits, already!".

"I wouldn't be able to afford fake ones if I wanted, anyway!" huffed Ginny, still pretending to be Barbi. But she knew -- just like she knew, Dan knew -- that Barbi would prove her tits are real by flashing them at this very moment. Ginny just couldn't find the courage. "Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom!" Ginny jumped from her chair and practically raced down to the hall.

Peter leaned into Dan, "Is she okay?"

Dan smirked, "Oh, she's fine. Exactly her normal self, actually. You just didn't come on the best day." Of course, Dan was describing Ginny herself, rather than Barbi, when he said 'she' was acting her normal self. Peter just didn't know that.

"It would have made a fine memory, Dan, but I think you exaggerate about your roommate. She is a sight to behold, though."

Inside the bathroom, Ginny was pacing circles. 'Why won't I just flash my tits!?!?' she screamed in her head, over and over. Barbi made it look so easy and effortless, but Ginny just couldn't. It felt so artificial and weird. It wasn't right to debase herself like that. Ginny never thought of Barbi that way, but it felt like that when she applied the actions to herself.

Ginny stopped and stared at herself in the mirror. 'Okay. Fine. I can't flash. It's just stupid and weird. But I can walk! I can force myself to walk!' Ginny quickly stripped out of everything, even the shoes and ankle socks, and looked to the mirror again. Having prepared for the day, she was completely groomed. She could see in the reflection that she was hot by any standard. 'All I have to do is walk.'

Without another thought, and just barely enough courage to make it happen, Ginny swung the door open and marched with purpose through the hall and straight to the kitchen table. "Oh, hi boys! I'm going to hop in the shower, but I think I left my phone on the--" By sheer coincidence, Ginny's phone buzzed on the table. "Oh, wow! Great timing, right?" Ginny reached for the phone and answered, "Hello?" she asked, while turning slightly away from the prying eyes.

Pete was smiling ear to ear and winked to Dan, whispering, "I take it all back. You did not exaggerate."

Dan barely noticed Pete, too shocked by Ginny's jolting nudity to even begin to comprehend anything else. Dan never -- not ever in his life -- would have imagined Ginny being wilfully naked, from head to toe, in front of him or anyone. It just didn't happen. As long as they'd known each other, it had been that way. It even helped solidify the sibling-style relationship they shared. In another life, they probably made a perfect couple, but such a thing never even entered their atmosphere of thought.

Before now.

Dan hated to admit it, but seeing his close friend so naked and vulnerable really turned him on. He could tell Ginny had thrust herself into this act, forcing herself to be naked in front of them. It was the first time he ever had sexual feelings for Ginny. Dan hated that this happened when she was so exposed. He knew Ginny shouldn't, by any measure, be defined only by her body. She is so much more than that.

"That's right, I don't come in until Tuesday," said Ginny, answering her supervisor's question. Ginny actually enjoyed her work and didn't mind taking calls after hours. Trisha, her supervisor, had been concerned about meeting a deadline. The conversation helped Ginny keep her focus away from the fact she was naked in front of Dan and Peter. She was shaking with nervousness inside, but felt like she was holding it together, otherwise. "Don't worry, Trish. We'll have the assignment wrapped up by Wednesday afternoon. It's not due until Friday, giving you plenty of time to review."

Dan and Peter were enjoying quite a bit of side-boob and ass. Peter leaned in and asked, "Does she often go completely naked, too? All the time? You lucky man!"

Barbi rarely, if ever, did this. She certainly didn't just stand naked in a room while talking on the phone, but Peter didn't know that. Dan nodded, if a bit unconvincingly. Also unconvincing, was Ginny's tone and accent. She had completely forgotten to stay in Barbi's character, so when she hung up and turned around to face the two, it was another jolt in personality as she switched back to Barbi.