"You must be joking!"
Debbie grinned at me, "Nope. Why do you say that?"
"I'm not even sitting down and you can almost see my pussy in this dress!"
"Dallas, I've had the joy of seeing your pussy all day long and anyway, you did say I could choose what we wore tonight."
It was true, I had said that... but there was almost nothing of the dress. I looked at my reflection in her full-length mirrored wardrobe. The garment was strappy and loose on top - very loose - but clung to my hips, the short skirt portion just a few inches long. I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward, and could see a few millimetres of very pink flesh between my legs. "Debbie! This is almost obscene!"
She came up behind me and cuddled up tight, "You are in no way obscene. Just very, very tempting in that."
I bumped her with my butt and leaned forward a little bit. The top of the dress now hung away from my body and a turn to my left let me see that my - admittedly small - breasts were now completely visible. "Look! You can even see my tits!"
Debbie moved back close behind me and her right hand snaked inside the top of the garment and cupped a breast, my rigid nipple nestling into her palm. "Better yet I can feel them. This dress has never looked so hot."
I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and horror, "You mean you've actually worn this thing before?"
"Yep. But bear in mind I'm a couple of inches shorter than you and maybe half a boob size smaller."
"Why don't you wear it then and find me something a little less revealing?"
She squeezed my breast lightly, "No way. I want everyone to stare at my gorgeous girlfriend."
"They'll be staring at your silly girlfriend's vag at this rate!"
"And thinking 'lucky her' if they do!"
"Or they'll see my tits!"
"Then they'll be thinking 'ever luckier her'. You have divine tits and I don't care who knows. Anyway, a few hours ago you were showing a lot more than a tiny glimpse to a complete stranger, and you said it was my choice tonight."
I thought back to the old gentleman's rheumy brown eyes and shivered with an odd mixture of excitement and acceptance. "I never expected you to choose something so daring. Can't I at least wear panties?"
"Let me think," Debbie's hand left my breast and snaked down to gently cup my sex, "No. But put it this way: I really, really want to show everyone how hot my girlfriend is, and if you wear this for me I will do absolutely anything for you next time. And I mean anything."
"Guys come on to us the other night and we weren't wearing anything this revealing!"
"So? If you end up disappearing with someone like that it will just tell me I made a mistake falling in love with you, right?"
I spun to face her, "You know that won't happen. Is this just some sort of test for you?" I wasn't really mad at her but the thought crossed my mind.
She kissed me gently, "No. I just want to show you off, I promise."
I returned the kiss, "Right answer, Terror, but... well, this is almost too daring for words."
"Didn't you say that you have gotten to love being naked? I reckon if we have to cover up then this is the most we'll need."
"This feels somehow more daring than being nude!"
Debbie giggled, "Yeah it kinda looks it." She grabbed my left hand and pushed it down to her own sex where she stood, still naked, in front of me, "Feel what it's doing to me!"
I could hardly deny how wet and warm she felt and that, more than anything else, had me saying what I would have thought impossible just a few days before. "Ok, then. I'll do it. But just you remember it's my free choice next time - and that goes for whatever we're doing, right?"
Debbie shrugged, "Fantastic, and yeah, that's what I said, and that's what I meant. Anything at all."
I shook my head, trying to clear a thousand jumbled thoughts, "I must be mad. What will you wear tonight?"
She let me go and crossed to the wardrobe, quickly pulling free a normal enough summery dress - mid-thigh long, low-topped but, as became clear when she slipped it on, a little tighter than mine. "How about this one?"
"Blue suits you, but your own skin is better."
"I think you can pretty much see my skin through this," she closed the wardrobe door and looked at her own reflection, "Look, you can see my nips! Perhaps I'd better choose another..."
"Oh no, fair's fair if I have to wear this. And besides, it's bright in here. If we find somewhere pretty dark no one will see those gorgeous nipples." It was my turn to stand behind her and I cupped her delightful breasts, "And if I stand like this then no one could see anyway."
"True," she sighed, "but that would get us thrown out of the place. Plus it hides your own beauty."
"Might be worth it. Perhaps we should stay here anyway and-"
She wriggle out of my grasp, "Nice try, angel, but I want lots of eyes on you tonight!"
I looked up at my reflection and straightened the hem of my dress so that I was - for now, at least - covered properly, "I must be mad, but for you... okay. Terror."
"Your Terror and don't forget it. I'm going to book the taxi!"
I trailed after her into the little office at the top of the stairs, "Will you do me one favour?"
Phone already to her ear, Debbie raised her eyebrows, "What's that?"
"Can we go somewhere miles away?"
She laughed, "I figured the further the better. I want you looking sexy not scared."
Relieved in an odd way, I still listened to make sure she named a village a few miles distant as our destination.
After that we went down the stairs to wait, collecting just our cash and a small make-up kit each which were deposited in two tiny clutch bags. There seemed to be more material making up the bags than there was making up my dress, and yet there I was ready to do what Debbie wanted, It was love, I figured.
Love or not, my heart still started racing when the taxi driver pulled up outside. The light had faded from the sky by then - for which I was immensely grateful - but I still kept myself partially hidden behind Debbie as we made our way out to the cab.
The vehicle was small enough that the driver couldn't see how high the dresses rode up on the back seat and to my mild shock I sat back and let Debbie enjoy the view of my highly visible pussy. I made sure she did all the talking though - I just didn't trust my voice.
The journey felt daring from doorstep to destination, but I relaxed a little in the half hour it took. My heart, though, started to race again as we pulled up outside a rambling country pub - and almost jumped into my throat when Debbie paid the driver and he told us that he was 'sure we'd have a great time'.
I slipped out of the vehicle, hiding my dress rearrangement behind the open rear door until I felt decent enough, then stood beside my girlfriend as the taxi pulled away.
"Come on then," she said softly, "It's time for whoever is in the place to see just how lucky I am!"
