From out of the shower a blonde woman stepped onto a pink shag rug and wrapped a towel around her torso and a second towel around her hair. She felt refreshed as she opened the door and walked down the hall to a bedroom at the end.
After getting inside she closed the door and removed the towel around her midsection revealing an enviable hourglass figure. As she rubbed her fingers over her scalp and through her hair, her large breasts jiggled. She took care to dry her body completely and, grabbing a bottle from the dresser, began moisturizing liberally until her skin felt silky smooth and smelt faintly of lavender.
After opening her closet doors she took a pink frilly dress and hung it on the door handle. Grabbing a pair of pinkish shoes from her collection, she held them up by the dress, but frowned and set the shoes back.
She tried on half a dozen dresses with different shoes, until it was nearly ten. The cell phone on the dresser vibrated, as it began playing one of her favorite pop songs. She slid her finger across the phone's touch screen and hit the speakerphone function.
"What's up?" she asked.
"You on your way?" her friend responded loudly through the club music in the background.
"I'm still waiting for Joey to pick me up. What time is it?"
The nearly sheer black dress she held up in the mirror barely covered her breasts and it was cut up near her hips all the way down to her ankles. The rest covered her torso below the chest and her upper legs, but it was completely backless. She had bought it almost a year ago and had only worn it once, and then only for her boyfriend. Not tonight she thought, shaking her head, and putting the dress back on the rack.
"It's 10:30, you better leave now."
"Shit. OK, I'll call Joey."
"Bye."
After hanging up, she made a few gestures on the touch screen, and it was ringing again.
"Hello?" she heard a man's voice say through a din of shouting and hollering on the line.
"Joseph, where are you?"
"Still at Frank's. The game is running late, sorry baby."
"Late? We were supposed to meet Jenny at the club two hours ago!"
"Let's go next week baby, it's already late. The game will probably be another hour."
"Uh! Joseph, not again!"
"Sorry babe I can't control the game, so-. Oh I gotta go. Call you after." And with that he hung up.
"Fucking... uh!" Her phone bounced across the bed when she tossed it. Then she pushed her dresses hard causing many to fall off the hangers onto the floor. The tight black dress fell right on top.
She sighed and stared at it.
"Fuck it, I'm not going to let him ruin another night," she said with anger, grabbing the dress.
* * *
A week ago they had planned to do the traditional dinner and movie. Justine got to Joe's room around 7. The door to his dorm room at the middle of the hall was open. With a big smile she walked in and said, "Hey babe!"
Seconds passed before he looked up from the computer screen to greet his girlfriend. Joe had a square jaw and the look of someone who worked out a few times a week.
"Oh hey," he replied.
"You just gonna sit there?" she asked.
"Let me just... Shit! Fucker gibbed me!" he yelled.
"What are you playing?" she asked with dubious curiosity.
"Deathzone."
"What?"
"It's an FPS. Shit I just died again. I'm almost done, just a few more minutes and we can go out."
"Ok, I'll just go to the girls' bathroom over in Orange hall and finish getting changed."
"Uh, ok." He nodded.
Justine shook her head and left. She really wanted to wow him and get his attention. She had come in just a jeans and t-shirt, but she had brought the skimpy translucent black dress that showed off her lovely figure. She thought Joe would like it so much that he'd make a move before their date even started. She took about a half an hour getting dressed and putting on all her makeup.
When she opened the door to Joe's room, he was still playing video games.
"So what do you think?" she asked, leaning over and bouncing up and down a little.
"You look good," he said without looking away from his game.
Justine sighed in despair, putting her hands to her hips.
* * *
The tight black dress that lay on the bed hadn't been worn since then. Justine turned to the closet and leaned over to reach a tall pair of black pumps. She sat on the duvet and began putting her small and beautiful feet into the shiny black shoes.
This was her first boyfriend that didn't want to fuck her at least twice a week. She couldn't believe it had been two months since they last had sex. Just the memory of how she even had begged for sex made her angry.
* * *
She pushed the laptop on which he was watching a football, forward off his crotch and put her head in the way of the screen. Joe kept telling her to stop as he tried to hold her hand back. She finally started putting her mouth between his legs. Pressing against his denim jeans, his cock had already started to get hard. She laughed in victory.
"You won't quit," Joe replied with a laugh of his own as the commercial started.
"No. Come on and fuck me," she pleaded.
"Oh I'm gonna fuck you," he said picking her up and pulling down her panties. He bent her over his desk and pulled out his hard dick.
"Yes," she smiled.
He plunged his dick into her pussy, and even though she wasn't quite ready, she was happy he finally did it.
"Ahh," she sighed as his cock penetrated her tight cunt. His dick was average, about five inches, and he wasn't too bad at fucking either. He pounded her hard grinding her pelvis against the rough wood.
"Ohh fuck, yeah, fuck me Joey!" She smiled, throwing her hair to the side.
"Uhh shit," he said... "Oh my god," he exclaimed.
"Wait, not yet," she warned.
"Uh," he moaned as his cum spewed into her snatch.
With a sigh, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.
"Already?" she asked.
"Sorry babe," he replied, and promptly fell asleep.
* * *
She was tired of asking for him to fuck her. After getting off the bed, she went to her dresser and opened the small drawer on the top. There was a little pile of underwear. Looking through them quickly, they flew out onto her floor like a stack of cards. Then she went to the next drawer. Inside she had various skimpy and adventurous bits of lingerie. Off to the side she pulled out a lacy black thong that looked brand new.
From the ground, she pulled the thong up her legs and onto her bald pussy lips and thin blonde landing strip.
As she arched her back, her nipples pointed straight forward, her magnificent breasts bobbing as she fastened a black choker with an ivory brooch around her neck.
She shrugged and pulled the tight fabric of the black dress over her head and down below her jutting chest and over her hips. She pulled up the straps and tied them around her neck, as they nestled between her breasts. Then she pulled each strap over a breast and pulled it smooth and flat to cover her areolas. It was a tight fit, but it was designed to stretch and accentuate her every curve with a slightly transparent fabric that outlined her nipples and made visible the thong over her hips.
Opening her purse, she removed the wallet and took out a few twenties. Folding them neatly, she tucked them beneath one of her breasts. As she walked out to the front door, she reached to the key holder, but then swore.
"Uh how am I going to get there?" She growled, pounding her hand against the wall. She usually drove, because Joey was always late, but her car was being repaired.
"Fuck, I'll just take the subway," she said with annoyance. She opened her purse again and took a subway card from her wallet. She also picked up her phone from the dresser in her room. As she left, she grabbed a long coat from the closet, and went out the front door.
She walked quickly downstairs and towards the street where she only had to walk a block to the subway. In the station she swiped her card to move past the turnstiles and walked to the main platform. She crossed her arms tightly until the subway train came, avoided looking at anyone, instead staring straight down. When the subway car came she got inside and sat in the only available seat.
After getting to the right stop she went up to the surface streets. The air was hot and humid, and her dress, although translucent, didn't breathe very well. After taking off the coat, the thick wool was heavy on her arm but she was happy to let free her now moist skin.
She failed to notice the young black men across the street. The sound of catcalls and whistles greeted her ears as she passed. Her face started to turn red as she looked to see them shaking the fence.
"Nice dress girl," the tallest man said.
"Look at that phat ass."
"Big tits," another player said.
