Sherry had fully expected to be the belle of the ball. It was her due. As head cheerleader, captain of the dance team and as salutatorian she was used to being the center of attention. Sherry had made sure that her choice of dress would do nothing but continue the tradition. She was therefore slightly taken aback when she realized that most of the boys were not looking in her direction. When she finally spotted her competition her heart grew cold. It was not another girl. it was a woman and the woman was her sister Constance.
Ken had the same initial reaction. He decided not to rent a limo. Even though that first kiss was so much on his mind that it displaced most all other thought, Ken was still not convinced he was not going to the prom with a friend who somewhat pitied him. Essentially he was shy and did not want to come on too strong and a limo did not feel right to him. He did borrow a late model Lincoln Town Car from a friend of his father's. He also took out some other forms of insurance. He did not want to look like an idiot on the dance floor so he hastily arranged a few professional dance lessons. Though he did not have a great deal of time he made fairly rapid progress and felt he would be able to suitably impress Constance with his moves. Ken knocked on the door to Constance's apartment at six p.m. sharp. Her voice, which sounded melodious to him, rang out, "Just a minute Ken. Be right there." About a minute later Constance opened the door fully. He was momentarily speechless.
Felecia Tagle ran to pick up the ringing telephone. When she saw it was Constance on the caller I.D. she called over the din of her children to her husband, "Just go honey, It's Constance calling and we've been playing phone tag for a week and a half."
"So C, I got your message but I am not sure I believe it, do you really want to buy clothes like the kind I wear out? It is
sooo
unlike you."
"Well let's just say that I have given a guy the wrong impression and I need to be a little more obvious than usual about which direction I want things to go." Constance responded.
Felicia laughed and said, "Oh I see how it is, when you want to dress to impress you decide to call the same friend who, when you saw what she wore out clubbing, what was it you said, was dressed like a slut. Or was it whore like. I can't quite remember."
"Okay, okay, I knew that you were going to throw that at me. I still don't think I could go out 'trolling' for men dressed that way but to me it's a little different if there is someone special you are trying to look good for, I mean I would not wear your stiletto thigh high boots out dancing but I would wear them to bed with the right guy."
"You would? That is news to me dear. Here I was thinking you were the only prude in grad school and it turns out I was slightly mislead." Felicia replied with mischief in her voice.
Constance started to reply but she was cut off. "I am just giving you a little shit. You know you deserve it. Just name a time and I will, of course, help outfit you in clothing that is a little more, as you say, 'obvious.'"
It was nearly six o'clock and Constance was giving herself a final once over in front of a full length mirror. She passed her hand through her hair one final time to properly shake out her curls. Had anyone been watching they would have noted the perfectly manicured crimson nails combing through her locks. Constance knew that what she was wearing was going to make an impression, on Ken, on the other boys at the dance, on the men who saw he on the way to the dance and in fact on just about everybody who happened to catch as much as a glance in their peripheral vision, and for the first time she felt right about what she had termed in her friend Felecia an exhibitionist streak. She [i]wanted[/i] to be the envy of all other women tonight and more to the point she wanted Ken to feel what it was to be envied by every guy they would see tonight.
The dress was black,
tight
, classy yet extremely sexy. Her left arm was fully sleeved and her left shoulder was similarly covered. The neckline began at her left collarbone and slanted down diagonally, exposing the top of her right breast, leaving her right shoulder and arm completely uncovered. The dress looked like satin and due to both its tight fit and the shelf bra underneath it, her nipples showed prominently through the material. Constance had large C cups but they had never before been so clearly displayed, nor stimulated for she found that the cloth which strained to contain her breasts also caused even the slightest touch or even a breeze to stimulate her nipples. The garment then tracked her every curve below her chest to her ass. Her ass was encased in much the same fashion as a pair of spandex pants would reveal it's shape. Anyone looking at her from behind would clearly be able to see that she had a heart shaped ass. The skirt dropped strait down from there to her ankle, though on the thematically exposed right side of her body there was a slit that reached almost as high as her crotch, clearly revealing garter. Her crotch high hose was a slightly darker shade of black than the dress itself. Her final and most obvious concession to pure sexuality was her choice in footwear. She had chosen a pair of pumps with a heel slightly over five inches. Shoes were the one area where Constance had always leaned toward the sexy side in dress. Though she did not frequent bars in mini-dresses she often did go out in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a pair of spikes. Constance had located a pair that were dark patent leather and shined as though they were black mirrors.
She was applying a final touch of lip gloss when the doorbell rang at precisely six o'clock. "Just a minute Ken, Be right there." she called out before giving herself a final cursory glance. As she went to the door she smiled, thinking of Ken's reaction.
Ken's mouth was working but no words were forthcoming. Constance had been grinning at the thought of Ken first seeing her but his reaction caused her to burst out laughing.
"Jeeze Constance, sorry. I mean......Wow, who knew?"
"I clean up better than you expected, no?" she delightedly asked as she struck a pose.
"That may be the biggest understatement that I have ever heard." As he said this he was looking her up and down but his eyes settled where any other male, who had not had time to mentally prepare, would naturally come to a rest.
"Hey, up here Ken." she said as she snapped her fingers in front of his eyes.
As he looked up into her face a great blush settled over his features and she laughingly said, "My God, look at you blushing. Really there is no need dear. I
know
how I look Ken." With that she put her arms around his neck and drew them together. They were now about a foot apart and she spoke softly, "I dressed this way for you Ken. I wanted there to be no mistaking my intentions. I know that I hurt you when I first said no and I wanted to let you know that you have most certainly not, been banished into the 'friend' zone."
Ken had been thinking of that first kiss for a very long time now. The second most prevalent thought was about the potential second kiss. How, when and where. At the end of the date was the most natural time, The big good bye. He know it would be torture to build up the courage throughout the date to achieve the critical mass that was the goodnight kiss.
Here, now, was an almost obvious opportunity. It took him only a second to join all of the confused thoughts seeking union in his mind. When was now, where was here, and this was how.
With her stilettos Constance and Ken stood eye to eye, in point of fact she was ever so slightly taller than he was. When she had placed her hands loosely around his neck his hands had naturally gone to her waist. He slid them around her lower back and pulled her petite frame tight against his own body. He leaned in and kissed her. He really kissed her, he softly explored her back with his hands as they kissed, she was impressed, moved and aroused. Her hands in turn made there way down his back and back up to his neck where they softly moved about. As they broke a minute or two later Ken thought it was pretty much the high point of his life, thus far.
"Wow, I figured it would take you at least a couple of hours to build up to that." she said through a smile as she caught her breath.
"Should I have waited?" he asked only half kidding.
