One week after the party, Amy's winter holiday began. She went back home to her family, where we couldn't find the opportunity to make long phone talks at nights. However, during the whole week after the party, our sex talks on the phone got even hotter and hotter, despite my guilty conscience. I was feeling ashamed to encourage Amy having her time with Brian, dancing with him and letting him grope her, but at the same time talking about this event was making me extremely aroused. Once the whole blood in my veins is pumped into my dick, all the shame and guilt was going away.
Her time with her family did put an end to our phone sex sessions. In any case, just after her holiday was over, I returned from my duty abroad. As soon as I came back to the country, I went to see her at the campus. It was a surprise visit and she was very pleased to see me. I had other plans in my mind but she wanted me to meet her friends and blend into her group. This wasn't something I happily agreed to do but I couldn't refuse her request. I met almost all of her friends there, including Brian.
Meeting Brian was an interesting experience for me. He was looking exactly just Amy has described to me; a tall, blond, muscular man. When I looked into his eyes, I thought, "these eyes saw my sweetheart almost naked." When I was shaking his hands, I was thinking, "This hand was all over her body, moving on her ass, caressing her tits..." When he was talking to me, I was looking at his lips, which were once on my sweet Amy's nipples. I was looking at his crotch, trying to imagine his dick in my fiancée's mouth. Again a guilty feeling was growing inside. Besides, every friend of my fiancée knew their history together and they witnessed that dirty dance at the party. However, these thoughts were equally exciting.
Among Amy's friends, two girls were catching immediate attention. One of them was Andrea, the girl, who Brian has cheated Amy with. She was a really hot blond, wearing clothes which reveal most of her body. Despite being smaller than my sweet Amy's, her tits were very remarkable within her tight blouse. No wonder Brian had screwed this chick.
The second girl, who attracted my attention, was Megan. She was a petite charming brunette, with a lovely face, fit body and firm ass; obviously exercising. She was dressed very conservatively unlike all the other girls around. She wasn't very talkative and preferred to stay distant. In fact, she was looking at me as if I was an enemy.
Later, when I had a chance, I've asked Amy about her friends. I knew Andrea from our earlier conversations. Amy did not like her much; the reason is obvious I guess. She never mentioned about Megan though.
"I was not very close to her until recently," she said. "She was a cold fish. But during the project that we worked together on, she has been very kind to me. We get along well now, I guess."
"Well, I think she didn't like me much."
"Why do you say that?"
"When she was looking at me, she was frowning."
"That's typical Megan. I don't think it's personal."
"She's always so?"
"Yes, not very friendly at first. I'm sure you'll be friends, soon."
"Ok! So, do your friends always wear sexy clothes? Andrea, Jenny, Mia?" I asked.
"Do you find them sexy?" she asked angrily.
"You're much sexier than all," I replied. "I think, they wear short skirts, low-cut dress and something like that, just to be seen better than you. But even with your jeans, you shine like a star."
She just laughed.
"Seriously," I said, "why don't we go shopping together? Let's change your wardrobe."
"For what?"
"You know, you have one hell of a body. Why do you hide yourself? Let's show them what a natural beauty is. You were incredible at that party, they must be very jealous of you."
"Ron!" she exclaimed.
It took me almost half an hour to convince her. Finally, she agreed to add some pieces to her wardrobe. The next day, we went to a mall. I have selected the shortest skirts for her to try on. She acted like she didn't want to but I knew she liked to wear them. After four or five hours of shopping, I bought her almost half a dozen of skirts, which were as tiny as possible and some blouse and shirts, which could exhibit most of her perky breasts.
When we were back at home, I asked her to try them on once again for me. She happily agreed to and selected the skimpiest skirt.
"Wow, you look great!" I said.
"Ron, thanks for the gift but I'm not sure that I can wear them at school. Don't you think it's sluttish?"
