Young Widows Club

by Bridy McAvoy

  Angie found herself nodding.

  “Nice.”

  He made a delicate turning motion with his fingers in front of his face and both of them turned to face their two seated friends. Pattie gave them an outrageous wink and Angie fought down the giggle that bubbled to her lips.

  “Lean forward a little. Push your butts out. Nice.”

  His instructions seemed demeaning and she knew her face flamed as she followed them. “You can come and sit down again now. If the other two will take your place, please? By the way, did you all straighten each other’s seams?”

  Angie nodded but Trish giggled. “No. I know how to do them straight myself.”

  “Do you want to tell your friends how you came by that knowledge?

  Trish’s face flamed bright red and she quickly shook her head, refusing to look at any of the other women. Angie filed that piece of information away for later use—there was something deeper about Trish than she’d ever realized. It seemed Robert knew though. He had the other two pose in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes before dismissing them to sit down again. He grabbed another sip of his drink, then put the glass down and rubbed his hands together.

  “Now, although I think you’ve made an excellent choice and have picked some sensationally sexy dresses, tomorrow we don’t want you all looking the same, okay?”

  Angie nodded. Having spotted the dress carriers earlier, she’d been pretty sure of their contents. She wasn’t sure the others had spotted them, but Pattie looked over at the bar, confirming she had seen them earlier. Becky and Trish didn’t seem to have noticed.

  “So, I’ve taken the liberty of buying each of you a special dress for the occasion, together with the appropriate underwear to match, so we need to make sure they fit. All of them are different and all of them sexy in their own way.”

  “You want us to go and try them on?”

  Becky’s voice dripped with false innocence. It was obvious her friend knew exactly the same thing as she did—they’d be removing their clothes and trying on the new outfits in front of Robert, as well as in front of each other.

  “Well, the try is right, the go isn’t.”

  Becky shrugged. “Thought so, but wanted to make sure.”

  “Angie, your bag is on top, so why don’t you go first?”

  * * * *

  Lifting the bag from the top of the pile, the first thing Angie noticed was how light it was. The dress inside had to be made from some form of lightweight material or the bag was empty. The thought of there not actually being a dress inside the bag panicked her for a moment. Her heart thumped in her chest as she carried the bag over to the coffee table opposite the large-screen home cinema system, laid it down and unzipped it. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted something teal green inside the bag. She slipped the bag off the shoulders of the hanger and lifted the dress clear, then gave a low whistle in surprise.

  There were two layers to the dress, the outer one chiffon-like and very obviously transparent. The inner opaque layer had separate shoulder straps, and when she tried to remove the dress from the hanger, she realized the two parts of it were separate. The opaque layer was smaller than the outer one, a good couple of inches shorter than the already short chiffon, and the bodice dipped about three inches lower too.

  Angie realized any movement in this dress, assuming there was no bra, would leave her in danger of exposing her breasts, and if she bent over in it, would expose her butt and pussy, especially if she didn’t wear any panties with it. She closed her eyes and immediately a fantasy played though her head of her partner for the evening undoing the knots at the shoulder of the opaque layer and letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Other than the layer of transparent green chiffon, she was naked, fully exposed to everyone in the room. She shuddered and fought to control her roiling emotions, as her skin heated from her own thoughts of embarrassment.

  “I guess you like it?”

  “It’s a bit revealing, isn’t it?”

  Robert chuckled. She had to admit to herself that her words were silly in context. The whole point about tomorrow evening was about revealing and being revealed. She looked into the bag and was relieved to find a pair of green lace panties, with a garter belt and stockings to match.

  “You can leave the black seamed ones on for this evening, at least.”

  “But you want me to change into the rest.”

  Robert nodded.

  “Right here?”

  She knew the answer to that already, knew that in a few seconds she’d be undressing in front of all of them, stripping naked and then putting on this obscenely sexy dress, but she felt she had to try one last time.

  “What do you think?” Robert rose from his perch on the arm of the couch, next to where she’d been sitting herself, and walked over to the other couch to sit between Pattie and Becky.

  “To make it easier for Angie, why don’t you join us, Trish. You can sit on my lap.”

  Angie watched as Trish frowned and rose to her feet. Part way across the room the frown changed to a smile and Trish changed her direction slightly before coming to a stop in front of Pattie.

  “Do you mind?”

  Pattie laughed, uncrossed her legs and patted her lap. “Not at all.”

  Both women’s eyes danced with merriment and, with Becky giggling as well, Trish arranged herself on Pattie’s lap, demurely smoothing her short skirt down to cover her stocking tops. One arm snaked behind Pattie’s neck while Pattie’s hand came to rest, almost nonchalantly, on the exposed top side of the other woman’s thigh.

  Robert shook his head and grinned then turned his attention back to Angie.

  “Your audience is all facing the same direction, so the stage is yours. Don’t worry, I know you’re not a stripper so I’m not going to make you do it to music. Not this time.”

  The emphasis on his last three words made her shudder but nevertheless Angie walked over to the middle of the room and faced the other four people in the room. Her hands went over her shoulders to reach the hook and eye at the top of the zip, conscious of how this movement raised the hem of the skirt on her thighs, probably exposing the tops of her stockings. One hand held the top of the zip closed while the other pushed the zip down a little. She dropped her hands back to her sides and then up behind her back to reach the zip, which she now pulled all the way down with no problem. She turned her back and closed her eyes, aware of how the open zip exposed a vee of naked skin all the way from her neck to the top of the out-thrusting curve of her ass. She started to pull the fabric off her shoulders then stopped as Robert spoke again.

  “Please face us, Angie. No false modesty tonight, remember.”

  She turned back to face them, holding the fabric to her otherwise bare torso, and impishly stuck her tongue out at him. “It wasn’t modesty, false or otherwise. I was teasing you.”

  He chuckled and waved for her to carry on. Angie, in the meantime, found herself fascinated by the way Pattie’s fingers seemed to move of their own accord, tracing small circles on Trish’s stocking-clad thigh. Trish was staring at Angie, watching her undress, and didn’t seem to realize what her friend was doing. For sure, she wasn’t overtly reacting to Pattie’s caresses. Angie mentally shook herself and turned her focus back to Robert. This first stage in front of her friends wasn’t too bad. They’d all been topless in the fitting-rooms downtown earlier in the day so revealing her breasts to her friends wasn’t a big thing. Removing the panties a minute later would be something else.

  She slipped her arms out of the shoulders of the dress and took a deep breath, then in a fit of bravado threw her arms out to the sides as she let go of the dress. Becky and Trish clapped as the front of the dress fell away, revealing her breasts bouncing on her chest. Although she could feel some heat rising to her cheeks from being exposed like this, she could feel her breathing quickening too. She watched Robert’s eyes, although he had seen and touched much more of her a few nights earlier. This was the
first time, though, they’d not been alone. His gaze was centered where she expected, on her chest, where her nipples were reacting to their exposure to the air and to the attention they were getting. Hardened points stood out on her breasts and she knew they ached to be touched. The dress had caught around her waist and, after posing for a few seconds, she brought her arms back to her sides and placed her thumbs inside the waistband. A moment later she’d levered it over her hips and it slid down her legs, pooling around her feet. Robert leaned forward, his attention diverted lower as the skimpy black lace panties came into view. He beckoned her to come closer.

  Angie licked her lips, not sure if she wanted to move closer to the other four people in the room, and hoped he wasn’t going to touch her—at least, not intimately in front of her friends. She knew that if he wanted to take liberties she couldn’t prevent him without queering the deal for all of them. She halved the distance between them, stopping about three feet beyond his knees, but he merely gestured for her to come closer still. Angie closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing hard in an attempt to calm her nerves. She could see the others intently watching what was happening, and was momentarily startled to see Pattie’s hand on Trish’s thigh had risen higher. The skirt hem had been pushed up and her fingertips were now tracing patterns on the smooth naked skin above the top of the seamed stocking, and Trish still seemed oblivious to her friend’s behavior. With no other option, Angie moved to stand right in front of Robert, her knees brushing his, and she forced herself to keep her hands down, not making any attempt to cover her breasts from their eyes.

  “Good, well done, Angie. Ladies, it’s important you don’t appear too coy or embarrassed tomorrow.”

  Angie frowned at him. “You don’t have to be so pompous about it.”

  Robert shrugged. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be, but I guess it came out that way.”

  She forced a smile to show she hadn’t taken that much offence from it. “Can I get dressed now?”

  “Not for a moment.”

  He made another gesture with his hand, inviting her to do a one-eighty and face away from them, and she complied, turning slowly to display her ass only just covered by the thin lace of her panties. She arched her back a bit, determined to give him the show he clearly wanted, and was rewarded with a low whistle that came from Becky’s end of the couch.

  “Looking good, girlfriend.”

  Once more the fire rose to her cheeks but she fought down a retort, knowing Becky was probably just covering up her nerves, knowing she’d be doing this herself soon.

  After a few seconds she turned back to see all of them grinning broadly and she hoped it wasn’t at her obvious embarrassment.

  “Can I put my dress on now?”

  Robert shook his head and looked pointedly at her panties, a clear indication he might be prepared to let her leave the stockings on, but she had to change into the green panties, in the process exposing all of her body to them all. She sighed and, reaching for the waistband of her black panties, pushed them down an inch. Pausing, she looked at each of her friends in turn but none of them were looking at her face. The entire room—not just Robert—seemed to be focused on her performance and the area between her waist and her knees.

  Hell! Who am I kidding? They’re focused on the gusset of the panties—on my pussy!

  The thought sent a shiver of anticipation up her back and a flash of heat into her loins, surprising herself that such exposure might have an aphrodisiac effect on her.

  She pushed them down another inch and then glanced down at herself. The top of her landing strip was now in the open. Another three or four inches and the top of her slit would be visible. After the girls left following the shopping trip, and before they reassembled to get changed, she’d shaved and bathed, and was now glad she had. The idea of her friends seeing stubble down there seemed more embarrassing than actually revealing herself in all her glory, let alone the idea of Robert seeing such slovenliness.

  The panties sank another inch, and then another, and she knew the next move would result in her final exposure.

  Robert leaned forward and she closed her eyes, ready to complete the process of baring herself.

  “Stop.”

  Her eyes flicked open and she looked down at him.

  “A lady never removes her own panties. Allow me.”

  “Oh.”

  She tried to stand still as he leaned further forward and his hands rose toward her hips. It wasn’t easy to remain still, to disguise the way she was trembling from the stress of the moment, and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest, wondered fleetingly if the others could hear it too.

  Angie let go of the waistband of her panties and lifted her hands out to the side to give him free access, biting her lip and hoping the flood of hormones through her body didn’t mean she was getting as turned on as she thought she was. She trembled even harder as his fingertips brushed against her waist and stifled a low moan as his hands came to rest, gripping her hips. Knowing he would want a pose, she hesitated then lifted her arms, clasping her hands above her head and arching her back, thrusting her breasts forward and emphasizing the curves of her body. She expected him to pull the panties down in a single swift movement, simply lowering his hands along the flanks of her hips, but Robert clearly had other ideas as he shuffled forward on the seat, and spread his knees apart. Without even thinking about it, knowing that was what he wanted, she took a half-step forward into the space he provided, allowing his arms to bend as he held her by the hips. Instead of hooking his fingers into the elastic of the waistband at her flanks, he surprised her by sliding his hands around, one to the front and one behind her. By pulling her closer, he had the room to do as he wanted.

  A chorus of gasps joined hers as he slowly slid his hands downward, one behind her where she could feel what he was doing as he tickled the crack of her ass, but nobody could see. More importantly, the one in front swept down, his fingers combing through the sparse, neatly-trimmed hair above her pussy, catching the thin lace in passing, then down over her naked slit.

  She threw her head back, unable to control her body’s reaction as he touched her pussy, his fingers teasing her outer lips. She let out a gentle moan as she shuffled her feet further apart, allowing him access to her treasured center. One finger probed between her lips as the hand behind played with her sphincter, then moved past it as he pulled her panties away and down. She was now not only exposed to her friends, but being played with, fingered indeed as he moved his finger in and out, knuckle deep, being finger-fucked in front of her friends. She tried to keep quiet, trying not to let her arousal burn up another notch or two, but couldn’t prevent another moan escaping her throat even as the embarrassment fired her cheeks.

  After what seemed an age but was only a few seconds, he stopped the torture, stopped touching her and pulled his hands away as the panties fluttered to the floor. Angie stood there panting for breath, realizing she wasn’t far from the ultimate embarrassment of being given an orgasm in front of her friends.

  Robert sat back and lifted his finger up, showing how it glistened in the light, allowing the other three women to see physical evidence of how turned on she was, then to Angie’s horror brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.

  “Um…sweet!”

  She lowered her hands to her hips and glared at him. “Bastard!”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Honey, no, necessary.”

  “In what way?”

  “You all have to understand how you may be treated. This isn’t a social gathering tomorrow. You aren’t going to make love, and you’ve all been at pains to make that absolutely clear. Well, I’m reinforcing that. It’s not about making love—it’s fucking, pure and simple. Thank you, Angie, and I hope you realize it wasn’t personal. You can get dressed now.”

  Angie walked back over to where she’d left the dress carrier, trying to get her thoughts and emotions under control. She kept her back turned to them, not really wanting t
o face her friends for the moment. Having almost orgasmed in front of them, facing them seemed an embarrassing step too far.

  She had to admit, though, as she pulled the panties up her legs, making sure they didn’t crease in her ass or in front of her, that he had a point. They weren’t going to be acting socially tomorrow—well, not all the time. She shuddered at the thought and pulled the dress over her head, conscious nobody else had moved, all of them watching her.

  A low moan from the couch startled her and she looked back over her shoulder to see Trish flushing red and Pattie extracting her hand from under Trish’s skirt, and patting the skirt smooth again.

  Robert turned to look at the two of them and grinned as Pattie blushed as well. Angie guessed Robert hadn’t seen the byplay between the two women while his attention had been fixed on her as she undressed. Now Trish’s obvious arousal and discomfort at being discovered had attracted his attention.

  Ten gets you three, Trish will be next.

  What she couldn’t figure out was why Pattie had been doing that. As far as she was aware, none of her friends had any tendencies toward such things with members of the same sex. Why had she been touching Trish, and why now? She filed the question away for future use, intending to grill Pattie about it as soon as she had the chance to do so. From the look on Trish’s face, she hadn’t been expecting it either, and seemed surprised she’d allowed herself to be caressed that way. Becky seemed just as puzzled by the whole commotion at the other end of the couch. Angie guessed she hadn’t been able to see past Robert to be aware of what was going on.

  Angie pulled the dress straight and fastened the side zip on the outer layer, looking around for a mirror to check herself with. The only one was behind the bar, so she moved to that corner and adjusted the dress. The dress was short, shorter than the black one she’d taken off, and that had been too revealing for her. The opaque layer of the dress covered the tips of her breasts but, even more so than the black one, it showed off her cleavage. She turned and checked the side view, no less revealing, and shuddered at the thought of being seen wearing this. The hem didn’t reach the tops of her stockings and she hoped the garters on the green belt she’d left in the bag had adjusters that allowed her to pull the stockings even higher than the black ones she was wearing.