I have a close friend, who happens to be a man, and I tell him all about my fantasies, no matter how deep they are. He knows all my secrets that I couldn't even tell my female best friends. He always tried encouraging me to come forth with my fantasies and live life to the fullest for us all only live once.
One night he decided to help me achieve one of my fantasies, but he planned it without me knowing about it
"Hey Danielle." He said on the phone one night.
"Hello Evan, how are you tonight?" I greeted him.
"Quite good. What are you up to tonight?" he asked.
"Ah nothing, kinda bored actually," I answered.
"Good cause we are going out for a couple of drinks," He said with a mysteriously excited voice.
"Ooh K. . . . What are you up too?" I asked curiously.
"What makes you think I am up to something?" he said with an unmistakable smile in his voice.
"Oh never mind. So where are we going to meet?" I asked ignoring his equivocal question.
"I'll pick you up, actually I will drive over and we'll take a taxi," he said.
"Okay, sounds good. I take it you plan on drinking a lot?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Well whatever. I don't mind drinking you under the table again."
"Shut up," he laughed.
We ended the conversation and about two hours later I started getting ready. The whole time I was wondering what he was up to. Whatever he has in mind will probably be fun anyway. He never seemed to let me down.
So I hot ironed my hair out so my thick red locks were straightened out. I hate my hair, it's not really curly but I have thick wavy hair and it looks better straight. I put on a blue tight fitting T-shirt that had a cute Britney Spears saying on it, "I'm a virgin, but this shirt is old." I put on a pair of black hip huggers which revealed a bit of my stomach/naval area. These were a pair of my favorites. They snugly fit my ass.
After about an hour of getting ready Evan showed up. As soon as he walked in, he shut the door and grabbed my hand and took me to my bedroom.
"What in the hell are you doing?" I asked in bewilderment.
"Sorry Danny, you are not wearing that, I love that shirt, but it's not going to work," he said, "Take off your shirt and pants, please."
I began to laugh while saying, "I am not taking my clothes off in front of you!"
"Oh come on, we don't have time. We got to be there by eight, and it's almost 7:30." He said grabbing the bottom of my shirt. He started to lift the shirt up.
I grabbed his hands and threw them away. I was shocked at his behavior, but amused, "I can do it myself, thank you!"
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on my bed. I stood there wearing a pink laced bra. He smirked and rolled his hands for me to get a move on. So I began to take my pants off and he continued his search in my closet for something I wasn't quite sure of.
I removed my jeans and was standing there with my matching bra and panties. I was a little embarrassed cause Evan hasn't seen this much of my skin. I mean come on, I was wearing a thong with see through lace and matching see through bra. If my nipples weren't jutting out, I probably wouldn't be such in a fluster about it.I guess I was a little excited about undressing in front of Evan.
Evan and I have been such great friends for a very long time. At the beginning, we had the hots for each other but we were both always involved with someone else. Over time we just stayed friends knowing it would be better if we kept it that way.
He pulled a white halter top out and a black skirt. I called them my "Ho Clothes". I wore them at clubs to look extra sexy, especially if I was looking to get some.
"Why on earth do you want me to wear them?" I asked.
He turned and looked at me. He looked me up and down, then staring at my barely hidden shaved pussy. The glitter in his eyes was very obvious.
"Um, hello," I said pulling his attention away from between my legs. I didn't want him to think I was enjoying it, in fact my pussy was tingling. I loved that my pussy caught his attention.
He grabbed both the shirt and the skirt and walked up close to me and said as he winked, "I didn't realize you had a shaved cooch."
I felt a little embarrassed but completely turned on, "Shut the fuck up."
He leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Looks delicious." "Evan!" I laughed and pushed him away.
I put on the halter top and pulled out the halter bra strap. My bra was adjustable to make into a halter bra. Evan got behind me and helped me hook it together. While he was doing that I slipped into my skirt, and while I was buckling the front of it, Evan paused what he was doing.
"What?" I asked.
"That skirt barely covers your ass," he replied.
"Yeah, I got about an inch to bend over with," I giggled.
"Show me."
I bent over just a tad, and he smacked me in the ass. I jumped and squealed a bit. I couldn't believe him, and how he was acting. He definitely had something planned.
He went back into the closet after he finished the last snap on my bra. He pulled out a pair of my transparent clear stilettos and said, "Now for your glass slippers my princess."
"Why thank you, but you ain't no Prince Charming," I giggled.
"Ok, nice thanks . . . hey how fast can you put your hair up? You look really good with your hair up." He said.
"Not long." I replied and I scampered out to the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes to put my hair up, but it looked great. I left enough hair down to frame my face.
I grabbed the stilettos and slipped them on. I found you standing in my kitchen.
"Okay now you got me dressed like this, I definitely know you are up to something, " I said.
You were wearing a nice form fitting shirt with a pair of khakis. To my astonishment you grabbed your crotch area framing your extremely hard cock.
"Yep, I am up to something," he smirked.
I couldn't believe how forward he was being. I liked it. A lot!
I gave him a sexy grin and decided not to ask anymore. I knew what he had planned was going to be a night to remember. We called a cab and once the cab came, we got in and Evan gave an address I was not familiar with. We arrived in front of a building that had purple neon lights outlining the windows and a sign above the store that read "Clandestine Hushed Café".
We walked into the door and the place was beautiful, dark, mysterious, and sexy. The lights were dim, and the booths were dark burgundy velvet. The table tops were black with miniature chandeliers that were dimmed above each table. Each booth was spaced far apart. Now I understood the name of the café.
Evan took my hand and lead me to the bar, "I would like a margarita on the rocks and she'll have a vodka and lime, also could you tell me if Nadia is here."
The bartender nodded her head and pointed in the direction of Nadia. She made up our drinks and Evan paid for them, and passed me my drink. He took my hand again and led me in the direction that the bar tender pointed to.
I pulled Evan back, "Who is Nadia?"
"Just a friend I said we would meet up with," he said leading me once again.