Kayla was busy in the wardrobe when Danny walked into the bedroom. She held up a dress, appraising it critically, before tossing it onto the growing pile of clothing on their bed. She gave him a cute little smile as she pulled another piece out.
"What do you think of this one? Stay or go?"
Danny looked at what she was holding against herself and felt a twinge of desire in his groin. It was the tiny white dress he'd picked out for her when they'd gone shopping together for the first time, when his cute, sexy girlfriend had looked him in the eye and asked him to choose something that would make her look irresistibly hot. He remembered how they'd raced home for her to try it on, the thin, skin-tight fabric clinging to the curves of her hips, showing off her voluptuous cleavage. She had made sure the hem of the thin material was only pulled down far enough to cover her wonderfully pert bottom, how she'd bent over slightly to show the curves of her cheeks beneath the dress. Danny began to replay the memories in his head, recalling how she'd bent over further, revealing her lack of underwear, showing off her cleft. He remembered the come-hither look on her innocent, doll-like face over her shoulder as she spread her legs invitingly.
"Stay," he breathed.
Kayla wrinkled her nose, giving the dress another look.
"Nah, go."
Danny watched in quiet dismay as it joined the rest of the pile. He went over to the bed and began to rummage through the discarded collection of clothing.
"You don't want any of these?"
He could see that she was discarding many of the pieces that made her look so desirably hot when she wore them. They were his little fantasy collection, each recalling a memory of how she'd looked in them, what he'd done with her body.
"I think it's time for a clear out, babe. Some of this stuff is from when we first started dating. I don't wear it anymore."
"You could. I bet it all still fits."
Kayla was standing by his side now, her fingers lingering on the thin fabric of the white dress.
"Shall we see?" Kayla purred in his ear.
At this, Danny felt the familiar cramping feeling in his loins, but Kayla was already in motion, lifting up her t-shirt to show him her large, perfect breasts, unencumbered by a bra under her loose top. She slipped off her sweatpants to reveal she hadn't bothered with panties either.
Danny's eyes were fixed on the perfect shape of his girlfriend's naked body. She was so close, and yet he felt no stirring between his legs, still impotent. Kayla slipped the white dress over her head, stretching the fabric over her gorgeous figure, smoothing her long, tousled mane of dark hair out of the way. She gripped the hem and wriggled her hips, pulling the tight fabric down over her perfect, waxed mons until it hid her pussy from sight. Then she stopped.
"Let's not pull down too far," she murmured, looking up at him slyly, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Danny watched as she bent over the pile of clothing. The hem of the dress rode up, exposing just the bottoms of her cheeks, triggering the memory of what had happened next when she'd worn the dress for the first time. She backed into him, her rear making contact with his crotch, bobbing up and down, teasing him.
Danny felt the need coursing through him. He could envisage himself unzipping his fly and slipping into the moist folds of his gorgeous girlfriend, imagining how she would feel around his rigid member as he buried himself to the hilt. Kayla's hand reached round to slip between his legs. He could feel her fingers probing his crotch, searching for his cock but feeling nothing but soft flesh. Burning with shame and frustration, Danny pulled away. Kayla straightened up and turned to him, her beautiful face radiating sympathy.
"Still nothing?" she asked, "Even with me like this? Even without underwear on? I'm so...."
Kayla took Danny's hand and guided it up under the hem of the tight white dress, pressing it against her crotch. He could feel her lips in the palm of his hand, hot and moist, waiting for him. She kissed him, longingly.
"I want you inside me," she breathed.
"I can't," Danny replied in a strangled whisper.
Kayla began to massage his flaccid manhood through his jeans, her tongue plunging into his mouth.
"Please babe, fuck me. I need to feel your stiff cock."
Danny was frozen to the spot, lost in the vision of his beautiful girlfriend in her tight, tiny dress, the lust in her eyes, listening to her talking dirty, needing him, but unable to respond. Danny broke free and fled from the bedroom, humiliated.
Later, Kayla found him on the couch, brooding. Danny looked up as she walked into the room, dressed in her t-shirt and sweatpants again, the clothing draped over her arm. He could see that the white dress was on top.
"Jade's coming around for yoga in a bit," Kayla told him, "I thought that maybe she'd make more use of these than I would."
Danny watched his girlfriend lay the unwanted clothes on the back of a chair.
"You can stay and watch, or make yourself scarce, whatever you like. I know the sight of two hot bodies in yoga tights might be a little too much for you to bear, so I understand if you go out for a bit."
She turned and left him. Danny's fists clenched. In any other circumstances, Jade in her yoga gear would be a sight that he wouldn't have missed for the world, but in his current frustrated state it would only drive him insane with lust. Every movement of her body would be a tease and a reminder of his problem. He needed release, his body was burning with that need after Kayla in the little white dress, but there was no prospect of that ever happening. He knew his girlfriend was trying her best: she had waxed herself for him because she knew it turned him on to see her bare between the legs, but that had just made his problem worse. Now all he could think about was her body. Her curves were burned into his brain.
Getting up from the couch, he mumbled, "I think I'll head out. See you when I get back."
"Okay," Kayla replied from the bedroom.
As he walked to the front door, he looked in on her, seeing her sexy figure now wrapped in tight exercise wear. He couldn't get out of the door fast enough.
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Danny roamed aimlessly, burning up the next couple of hours wandering through the shops. He didn't buy anything, his mind firmly on the idea of his girlfriend in figure-hugging activewear with Jade in their lounge. Whatever he was doing, his thoughts drifted back to the two of them, their beautiful bodies taut as they bent and stretched in their yoga positions. Kayla was also a yoga teacher, though Danny couldn't remember when or how she'd trained for her certificate. It was all fuzzy, the harder he tried to think about it. She'd said she was a yoga teacher, and Danny had simply accepted it without question. Even now, he felt his thoughts slipping away, unable to tease out the itch of a discrepancy in her story. She had always been a yoga teacher, but now only did it in her spare time with Jade: Danny remembered it clearly now, how he'd told Jade about yoga and suggested Kayla could help her relax. When he mentioned it to Kayla, she was only too eager to help.
Danny arrived back home. He'd been out long enough that the yoga session would have finished and Jade would have left: Kayla's sessions with Jade were usually only an hour. He didn't want to have to deal with the feelings of lust that Jade's body always engendered within him, bringing home the problem between his legs.
"Hi babe," he called out, "I'm back."
"In here, just finishing up," Kayla called back from the bedroom.
Danny found her standing next to the bed, a pile of clothes over her arm. As he walked in, he saw Jade standing in the corner staring at herself in the mirror in the tiny white dress.
"Whadya think?" Kayla asked, her eyes sparkling, "Does it suit her?"
Jade didn't move. Reluctantly, Danny surveyed Jade as Kayla ran her hands over her friend's motionless body, smoothing out the wrinkles of the flimsy white material. The dress wrapped around the firmness of her hips, hugging the toned curves of her rear tightly. Kayla brushed the back of Jade's neck lightly and Jade raised her head.
