"Screw him!" Jess said down the phone and I knew she was right. "I have two tickets in my hot little hands to U2 tonight and we have to go!"
Jess was my best friend since as long as I could remember. We were always there for each other no matter what and at 25, we were both smokin' hot! She wasn't a fan of Darren when we first hooked up 8 months ago and was pretty vocal about me moving on. Darren cheating on me was the clincher.
"I really want to have a quiet one." I said in a tone that told Jess if she asked one more time I would go. She picked up on this.
"I'll be over in thirty minutes and then we are going. Dress slutty so I'm not the only one." And with that she hung up.
I dropped my mobile phone on the bed. The screen saver was still a picture of Darren and I from our trip to Vegas. I flopped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Darren was a total douche but a chiseled , tattooed douche with a nine-inch cock that he used to jack hammer me into multiple orgasims.
Thinking of his cock made my pussy twitch. I rolled onto my front and slid my hand down the front of my pants. I had just freshly shaved my pussy last night and it felt so smooth. I let my fingers touch my lips. I liked to touch myself and I pushed my hips down harder on my hand. I could feel my middle finger getting wet as I pushed it back and forward.
I pulled my hand out of my pants and rolled off the bed. Jess was going to be here soon and I really needed to get changed. I decided that I would play with myself in the bath as soon as I got back from the concert.
I pulled open the door to my wardrobe and began the grueling task of deciding what to wear.
Ten minutes later I had narrowed it down to a few things. I had a good body and most things looked good on me. Not in a skinny model way but in a wet dream way for most red blooded males.
I had a big chest, tiny waist and a tight ass. Guys loved checking out my tits. They were obsessed by them and I liked it. I liked to know they wanted to see them and would often dress to show a lot of cleavage.
I picked an incredibly tight black tank top with a split down the front. It was tiny and showed my toned stomach. A denim skirt that was so short it left nothing to the imagination, bright red nickers and knee high boots.
I heard a car honk and knew that was Jess out front. I grabbed a handbag and jumped in the passenger seat of her car. She smiled, as she looked me up and down.
"I like!" she said. As I went to put on the seatbelt my denim skirt rode up revealing my red nickers to her. She placed a hand on my exposed thigh and rubbed it. "I like a lot." She added with a twinkle in her eye.