A few weeks had passed since Paul and I had our lost weekend. I was getting brave and was buying my own panties and had amassed a fair collection.
I had seen something in a catalog that I really wanted to get and needed an opportunity to wear it to impress Paul.
As luck would have it both Paul and myself were invited to a party at a mutual friends house, it was a bbq, garden party type thing for their birthday.
I had agreed to stay at Paul's after the party so here was my opportunity.
This outfit was different, like nothing I had but I wanted it. It was a white lace all in one body stocking with suspenders. It looked amazing in the catalog and I'd seen it in a shop. I bought it during the week and couldn't wait to try it on, I even bought white stockings to match.
I got it home, slipped into the bathroom, stripped and pulled it on. I attached the stockings and stepped back to admire it. It looked amazing. I stroked myself a bit making myself semi hard, the tight lace pinning my cock to my stomach. I couldn't wait to get hold of Paul in this, but more than that the thought of covering this in pee excited me.
Party night rolled round and we met at Paul's. I showed him my new purchase as we spoke about the evening. He showered and returned to the room while I sat on his bed. He dropped his towel as he stood in front of me, his cock at eye level, I wanted to reach out, he knew that but in my mind later.
He opened a drawer and fished around pulling out a pair of black lace panties and slipping them on, then sliding on his jeans. This was brave, we were going out, to a party. For the walk home he said grinning, dont want to change later. He offered me my favourite blue sheer ones. I resisted at first but though, what the hell, we both knew what later meant.
We arrived at the house just after six, a few already there. One person stood out, the girl with the crush, the possible third in our games.
The night was edging on and I eventually wound up chatting, Clare was her name, a redhead, red all over in fact. We were at the bottom of the garden, fairly obscured from anyone else. She kept touching me as we chatted, she was after more than a chat, we were both loosened up by the alcohol.
The conversation turned to Paul and myself, she started grinning, then out of nowhere she asked how often we masturbated together, how often we watched each other. I stuttered into my beer. It was obvious she said. Despite the denial she just smiled and said maybe one day I can watch.
Our threesome was in the bag then, I never expected it to be that easy. She leant into me and kissed me, running her hand along my leg. We kissed full on the lips and suddenly we were holding each other. She was now stroking the front of my jeans and i was beginning to get hard. I pulled back slightly, not here I said. She pulled away. She leant to my ear and whispered to give her a few minutes then come upstairs. She left smiling.
I searched out Paul, who I found with another girl who's name escaped me, I pulled him aside, I've got a problem, didn't look
