When Christy reemerged from the bathroom before their walk home Jen had not expected her to be in all together different clothes, a short denim skirt with the waist band cut off so it would sit lower on her hips. It may have not been necessary as she had such a tiny waist and her hip rose in a tight V. The back waist band of her panties peaked out from time to time as she moved and in momentary fits of sudden self consciousness she adjust the skirt until it was just so. She was eighteen but looked more an indistinct teenager somewhere between 13 and 20 more toward the latter. On top she wore a white ribbed cotton tank top which fell just above her naval and when, which it did, ride up her tummy a faux diamond piecing winked from underneath. Beneath the tank a chartreuse bra with pink flowers quite intentionally showed through.
"Oh my god! What are you wearing?" Jen said.
"What? It's hot out. I wanted to change. This is all I had."
"Sure. It is not because you want to show off for her boyfriend?" Jen said.
"What are you talking about? We should go anyways. Your being weird."
Christy's denial had brought her again down 5th street, with Jen one step behind. It was longer to walk home from school, 30 minutes more maybe but she had her reason. It was nearing the end of the year and both girls had their minds toward summer and not the few assignments left to be finished. 5th street brought them to the far end of down town before they would have to turn north again to make it back to their neighborhood.
On Christy's insistence the girls had been walking this route for the past week and strangely Mike was always outside when they arrived, doing this or that task in the yard. They were in a different part of town because they were visiting a friend. Christy had spotted him and in a shameless display asked to use the bathroom in his house. He obliged and from they on they would stop by and chat and flirt on the way home. Christy would have been unquestionable identified as the better looking of the two girls. She was taller and thinner about 5'10" and barely over 120. Though she was just 18 and in her senior year she had yet to develop any sort of curve. Her hair was long brown and straight with feathered bangs. She had fine features, defined check bones. She had large green doll like eyes and tended to wear too much eye make up. She would have the would have had the attention of the boys had it not been for her general awkwardness.
The house was on the right Christy could see it now, just the roof and Christy's pace quickened. When they finally got to the drive Jen was a full ten steps behind. The man stood in the drive with his garden hose in hand half way focused on his car as Christy made her way toward him.
"Well, look who it is. How are you guys today?" The man said.
"Good, Mike. I love your car." Christy said.
Mike stood next to an nearly new black German sedan. It appeared spotless but yet he was washing it.
"Thanks. It has been good to me so far. You can come over here and take a look if you want."
Christy grind giving the slightest shrug, pausing and then lunged forward toward the older man. Mike opened the driver's side door motioning her to sit down. Christy slid in hesitating with her legs parted, one in the car one out. Jen had arrived and stood on the drive in front of the car watching the naked flirtation. It was not long before Mike had invited them both inside.
The house was beautifully decorated if kind of sterile. White walls cold leather furniture. Large abstract paintings hung on the wall. The girls were offered a seat on the couch Jen sat close to Christy. Both girls breath was shallow anticipation of the unknown; fear and arousal. The room was air-conditioned and the cold leather felt wonderful on Christy's bare legs. She ran her hand over the soft leather as if it were more than just furniture hoping Mike would take notice.
Mike went into the Kitchen. He spoke from the other room, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Um, what do you have?" Christy Asked.
"White wine or I could make a cocktail. You are old enough right?" he knowingly added.
"I don't care make me something good. Jen will have the same too." Christy yelled.
Jen glared at Christy. Had she lost her mind Jen thought, how had they ended up in a strange mans house who was probably as old as the two of them put together. At the same time she knew Christy would be there whether or not she was and she figured she would be safer with two of them. And if she had really considered it there would have been another reason she would not yet admit to but on some level know quite well.
Mike brought the underage girl her drink and they preceded to talk, mostly mike asking questions about school or what ever else he could think of. Mike then decided remember his high school days they should play a game of truth or dare. Both girls thought it was a little strange but went along with it. It started with innocent questions about first kisses but soon got more serious. Sex as a subject was inevitable and once broached would not go away. Confessions became contagious. Jen had never had sex. Neither had Christy however she had once given a boy a hand job which she found quite exciting only he seemed to have no interest in pleasing her. Once they ruminated over masturbation, and general fantasizes. It was Jen who had come up with the dare. Had it some from Mike it might have been different. This was her friend though. It was innocent.
Christy stood up and flashing a mischievous grin slid her right hand down her stomach to her skirt button. With dramatic timing it fell open and the zipper was pulled down with a move to the right she riggled her slim hips back and forth until the tight garment hit the floor leaving her from the waist down in only a low slung cotton thong. It was white with fine back polka dots and a tiny pink bow in the front. Around the front the edges were scalloped white lace ruffles. It was exactly the kind of thing someone who is thirty and wanted to pretend to be jailbait might wear. She had got it at American Eagle a month before, too embarrassed to buy it from the cute boy behind the counter in the changing room and put it on over her panties and walked out.
"You are so fucking hot." Mike said.
This made Christy's knees nearly buckle. She reached for the floor and lowered her self she leaned back with her legs in front of her well aware of what she was doing. Jen was transfixed on her slim body. Christy felt waves radiating from her mid section she hadn't been this horny before. It was like something unnoticed in side had suddenly came to life. She was dizzy and her face burned sitting in front of her best friend and a hot guy in only a thong and bra.
Mike could see it right away. He stood up and moved towards the small figure lounged now on her right hip her. Christy did not speak as he scoop her from the floor in his arms lying her on the couch. Every touch of her skin sent a tingle to her brains most important areas which sent a message straight to her pussy. She rolled over the couch with her stomach down her tiny butt sticking up in the air two perfectly round spheres split by the thin strip of fabric. Mike unclasped her bra carefully sliding it forward off her pole thin arms.
