It was my first time taking Julie out. Expectations were high. We had been friends for a couple of years. We knew everything about each other. We talked every day. We laughed and cried together. I loved her, and she loved me. We had never seen one another in person. Now, some might find this strange, but it's the world we live in. I smoothed my shirt as I sat in her driveway composing myself. I was nervous, but I knew I couldn't show it. Not tonight.
The cool evening breeze ruffled my long blonde hair as I strode confidently up the walkway. I licked my lips in anticipation of our first real encounter. I pushed the doorbell. Tom opened the door and brought in a sharp breath, taking in my full figure. The curve of my large breasts pushed against the thin fabric of my shirt, my nipples stood erect with excitement. "Michelle..." he nodded. I knew he was wishing he could join us on our date, but I simply wasn't willing to share. Not this time anyway. I slid my hand down his arm in an unspoken thank you for lending me his wife.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Julie descending the stairway. Inside I was filled with butterflies, but I simply offered a nod, and a raised eyebrow of appreciation. I could tell she was nervous. She stared down at herself, dressed in a tight plaid corset, with a minuscule black skirt, and thigh high boots. Just as I had ordered. Her flowing brown hair was pulled into two low pigtails. She looked like a slut, and she knew it. The look on Tom's face told me he'd fuck her right in front of me... if I allowed it.
I took Julie by the elbow and led her to my rented car. Her skin felt hot despite the cool temperature. "May I please... I mean... just a jacket..." she squeaked out.
"No." I stated firmly, opening her door and waving her in.
She sat meekly in her seat, shifting and pulling at her skirt. I hopped in and began to drive. I pulled into a bar about 4 miles from her house. It was a pretty nice place. Everyone turned to stare as we walked in. Julie kept her eyes down as her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. She was certainly the only one in the building dressed this way. A group of ladies looked scornfully upon us as we passed by their table. Two men stopped dead in their tracks and ogled Julie openly.
We had only been at our table for a few minutes when a set of free drinks arrived. A good looking man tipped his glass in our direction to take credit for this act of kindness. I raised my glass in return, to show my acceptance. Before the drinks were gone, he decided to make his way over to us. His gaze steady upon Julie, he rested his elbows on the table. "Looks like you ladies are missing something." He suggested to her in a low voice.
As directed, Julie didn't meet his gaze, nor did she utter a word to him. "What might that be...?" I purred.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "A good man to help you out tonight." Was the answer he decided to give.
"I'll be taking care of her needs tonight... if she's good." I said, my lips curved in a sultry smile. "Run along." I commanded.
He let out a bit of a moan, but did as he was told. I could see him adjusting his clear erection as he walked away. We stayed at the table talking for another hour or so. By this time the music was pumping, and the place was bursting at the seams. I slid my chair out a bit and told Julie to come over to me. She did as she was told. "Dance for me." I told her. She looked uncomfortable, but began swaying to the music.
