Intoxicate Me

I just laughed and said "no", but then I saw she'd gone red and let out an unusually meek "yes". I gave her a slight look of disbelief, Meg was as Vanilla as they come and her boyfriend Jake dotted and fawned over her constantly. I gave her an inquisitive look an she muttered "...sometimes..."

I just looked at her again, telling her "you don't get off that easy." She told me how she'd read some stories about it and like the idea of just giving up all control, she'd suggested it to Jake who just laughed at first but then suggested buying a "special outfit" to give it a try. She asked if I wanted to see and a just laughed and said "why not?". So she went to her wardrobe and pulled out a box tucked at the back.

I opened it to see what was obviously a "sexy cheerleader" outfit, a very short skirt and a tight looking tank top. "We never discuss it now, but if I'm in the mood I just put this on and Jake knows he can do what every he likes. Sometimes when he stays over I'll find the box on the bed, but it's up to me if I put it on."

We talked more about it, how it gave them to freedom to try all sorts of things they wouldn't have otherwise, how just the routine of putting it on now made her feel a change in side, and then it happened... "would you like to try it on?" she asked.

Meg and I had a similar build and people often commented we could be sisters, so I knew it'd fit. It must have been the wine talking because I just laughed and said "why not?".

Meg looked away as I slipped my dress off, although I don't know why as we'd seen each other plenty of times before, and I pulled the top on over my head before pulling what there was of the skirt up my legs.

"Go on then, how do I look?"

She just looked at me and laughed, "uncomfortable, but I have an idea".

She beckoned me over to her table and sat me down then gentle started brushing my hair, forming it into two pig tails, "I always style myself a bit differently too" she told me, then she came around and straddle my lap, grabbing makeup from her desk and a bright red lippy I'd never seen her in. When she finished she stood up, covered my eyes and walked me over to her mirror. "What do you think?" she asked as she uncovered my eyes.

At first I didn't recognise the girl in the mirror. "I look like a slut" I laughed. "Exactly," she told me, "don't you feel like you could do anything." I looked again, the skirt indecent, noticing my nipples had gone hard under the top, my lips unusually parted. "I guess?"

She stood close behind me, and I felt her hand on my thigh, and then she just leaned in and whispered, "I could use you myself, if you'd like". I felt my legs go a little weak and knew I was already a little damp. She slid her hand higher, "I bet I could do whatever I like..."

Before I could say anything the buzzer of her door went and she left me to go answer it. As I stood there I realised I could stop this now, I just had to take the outfit off, if I really wanted, if I didn't want to be a slut, if I didn't want to be used, I could, it was my choice, I could stop at any time.

Meg burst back into the room, "Oh fuck, Jake forgot you were visiting and has come over, I couldn't think of an excuse so I've buzzed him in. You'll have to change quick..." she paused, "unless..." She looked me up and down. "Unless you want to answer the door and let him in?"

I glanced at my pile of clothes on her bed, at the door, at her, at the bed, at the slut looking back from the mirror, at the bed, at the door...

to be continued...