Heidi came back fairly quickly:
>I'm ready. You're sure you want me to ask out Donny?
I was pleased she hadn't forgotten the target of our project, or that she wasn't outright refusing to do it because I'd chosen Donny.
I texted her:
>Trust me. It'll work out. And if it doesn't, we'll find someone else so that it will. What are you wearing today?
Heidi texted me back with a selfie, showing her wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that was tight enough to show a little of her shape and be sexier than she'd normally wear to orchestra practice. But I wanted her to go further, and I wanted to flex my power over her.
I told her:
>Find a skirt. Lose the bra.
I waited, maybe ten minutes. Then she sent me another picture, this time revealing a black skirt in place of the jeans. It wasn't quite as I'd hoped, dropping down below her knee, but it seemed a little more feminine than her jeans. Her t-shirt was now showing a couple of bullets on her breasts straining against the thin cotton. Now that was a little outrageous, perhaps, but I kind of wanted to shake things up.
She texted me:
>Are you sure about this?
I replied:
>You can wear a sweater or something if you get cold, right? But try not to.
She replied:
>They keep the rehearsal hall pretty warm.
I smiled at that.
>Great. You'll be fine, then. You look fantastic.
Heidi replied:
>What's the plan for today, then?
I told her:
>Just get talking to Donny somehow, smile a lot. You can ask him out for coffee if it feels right, but if not wait until next time. Show you're interested in him, though.
Heidi ended with:
>Okay, I'll let you know how it goes xx
I was quietly buzzing again as I finished up my breakfast, pulled on my jacket and headed out the door for the commute to my office. At work, if there were quiet moments safe from prying eyes, I'd pull out my phone and check out that picture of Heidi again, imagining her reception at orchestra rehearsal, and how Donny might view her.
She did look good. And it wasn't just her new clothes, her perfectly applied make-up, the fact that her lack of a bra meant her nipples were visible pressing against her t-shirt. Her renewed self-confidence just gave her a whole new stance, a poise that hadn't been there when she'd first come to me asking for help. She knew she was attractive, and it only enhanced her beauty the way she carried it.
As the time approached for Heidi to attend orchestra rehearsal, I had to fight to maintain my focus on my work.
But it wasn't long before she sent me a text message that dampened my feelings:
>Donny's off sick today. I guess I'll have to try him another time.
I replied:
>Never mind. There's no massive rush.
Heidi texted back:
>A lot of guys seem to want to check out my cleavage today. I wonder why ;-)
That made me laugh, and put a little lead back into my pencil.
I texted her:
>Enjoy the attention, they think you're gorgeous.
She replied:
>Thought I'd feel all embarrassed about it. But I think I actually like it. And I figure it's your fault because you told me not to wear a bra.
I said:
>You don't need to feel embarrassed because you look great.
Meanwhile, I texted Bella:
>So Donny's off sick today?
Bella replied:
>Don't tell anyone, but he's not really sick.
Joe: So what's the story?
Bella: Well, you gave Heidi a makeover, right? So I'm allowed to give Donny one too.
It brought back to mind how it had been for my shopping expeditions with Heidi. And how the last one had ended with Heidi going down on me in a changing booth in Selfridges.
I texted Bella:
>Don't wear him out. And I hope you're not getting him hooked on yourself instead of Heidi!
Bella replied:
>Trust me, I don't think that's possible. Nice of you to be concerned, though. Jealous of me and Donny? ;-)
I laughed at that.
*
Tuesday morning. This time I called Heidi on Skype to ask her what she was wearing to orchestra practice. When she answered, she was in her bedroom and there were clothes strewn all over her bed that suggested she'd tried on various items already.
"How do I look?"
She modeled for me in front of her laptop, twisting her body this way and that, giving me a twirl. She was wearing a gray t-shirt this time, which was once again tight enough to be highly appealing on her, and offered clear proof that she wasn't wearing a bra today, either. Her skirt was pastel pink, and actually quite stylish hugging her thighs closely, falling to above the knee to put a little more leg on show than the previous day.
"You look wonderful," I said.
She grinned. "Any improvements you want me to make?"
I thought for a moment or two. And a devilish thought sprang to mind.
"What are you wearing under the skirt?" I asked her.
She grinned, and peeled her skirt up her thighs to reveal, eventually, a white cotton thong that had a touch of lace here and there — understated, perhaps, but sexy enough, and an enormous improvement on the old Heidi's underwear choices.
I said, "Take them off."
She didn't hesitate to do as I asked, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the thong to slip them off her hips, and down her legs to the floor. I paused for a moment or two for a gratuitous enjoyment of her bare pussy, making it look as though I was thinking about what kind of panties she should wear instead.
Then I said, "Great. You can pull your skirt back down, now."
She did so, but seemed surprised. Shocked, even. She said, "That's it? You don't want me to wear anything under it?"
I shook my head. "Not today."
She was a little shaken by that, but it wasn't as though she was wearing a mini skirt. For a moment or two, she looked as if she might snap, she might refuse my direction, reminding me that she played the cello and that neglecting to wear underwear might mean certain exposure.
Then she seemed to remind herself of her submission to me, and that she wanted to remain obedient.
"You know Donny might still be off sick today," she said.
I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."
I had the feeling Donny would be back at rehearsal, though.
This time I went to work, and Heidi texted me before I'd even got into the office.
>I can't sit down on the Tube because people will see up my skirt.
That made me laugh. I texted her:
>Just keep your knees together, right? And anyway, who cares if somebody sees? As long as there aren't kids around...
About ten minutes later, Heidi sent another little text:
>I think a City guy may have got an eyeful on the District Line. Kind of liked it ;-)
I was pleased Heidi was taking to this, enjoying the attention she was getting, instead of complaining at the dangers that she might end up flashing someone. It was hot to imagine her out and about, and at her place of work, and basically she had nothing but a piece of cloth wrapped around her lower half. She was so exposed.
I was also pleased that she kept me updated as she arrived at orchestra rehearsal.
>Feels so weird to be walking around all these people I know, and I'm not wearing any panties.
And:
>You know the guys seem much more friendly and helpful nowadays. I hope Donny doesn't think I'm out of his league now.
And:
>Smiled at Donny across the room a few times. He's looking kind of different since he was off sick.
And:
>He's got a much shorter haircut, and his clothes look different too. More... grown up, I think.
And:
>Just said hi to Donny over coffee break, you know, just friendly stuff. How ar
e you, hope you're feeling better, etc.
And:
>He's definitely wearing some kind of new cologne. It's really nice, too. Can't stop thinking about it. Really dangerous when I'm not wearing panties ;-)
I sent her encouraging little replies, but it seemed to be mainly Bella's makeover efforts that encouraged her to keep thinking about Donny, keep finding excuses to go talk to him, to start seeing him in a slightly different way — a guy she was going to ask out.
I remembered a girlfriend I had in high school — way before Heidi, before Suzi. Vanessa. I hadn't even been particularly aware of Vanessa — she was just some other girl in class. It wasn't that she was unattractive, it was just that she wasn't really on my radar, I didn't think of her that way. Then during some party or other — one fueled by punch that someone had managed to get a bottle of vodka into — one of her friends told me that Vanessa had a little crush on me, and suggested that I should go ask her out. Since I'd been single at the time, I didn't see why not. But it struck me how differently I viewed Vanessa as I approached her in the knowledge that she was interested in me. I gave her the benefit of any doubt, I guess. I noticed her. I viewed her with optimism because she was offering me some kind of possibility. She was suddenly much more attractive in my eyes than she had been before I'd known she had a crush on me.
Perhaps a similar affect could be at work in Heidi.
A little later, I had another little text from Heidi that made the butterflies stir in my stomach:
>Okay I officially have a little wet spot on my skirt. Not sure if it's the whole thing about not wearing panties, or Donny's new look and cologne. Having to be really careful to hide it from people. Have to keep going to the bathroom to dry off.
I was laughing, but I was hard at the same time. And so I had to conceal myself at my workplace, too.
At the end of the day, I was heading out of my office early for once, and I texted her:
>You asked him out yet?
Her text came back:
>Couldn't manage it today. Finally plucked up the courage, and now he's talking to some other girl.
It was a little frustrating, but I felt the progress Heidi had made that day had been so much, it was worth celebrating. Bella, in particular, seemed to have done a stellar job giving Donny a makeover.
Speaking of the devil, I now received a text from Bella asking how it had all gone.
I replied to her:
>Great, I think. Donny's definitely caught Heidi's eye now.
Bella replied:
>We're calling him Don now, FYI. So did she ask him out?
Don, huh? Well, I suppose it was a little more alpha male than "Donny".
>Not quite, but she very nearly did. Give it a little more time.
Bella replied:
>Fantastic! He's so into her, it's sweet. Well, let me know how it goes tomorrow xx
I felt a kind of warmth inside my chest at the bringing together of two love birds. I don't know, perhaps it was being premature, no one knew if they were going to be any good together.
The thought of Heidi lusting over him, though, and that he might be some kind of boyfriend rather than a simple one night stand, actually made me desire her more and more.
I texted her:
>You going to get home some time soon?
She replied:
>Probably in an hour or so, assuming the Tube doesn't have delays.
I told her:
>I'm coming over.
I was able to get home to my apartment and grab some fresh clothes for the next day, and then hop in a taxi to get over to Heidi's place just as she would be getting home via public transport. She was surprised I'd made it so quickly, but seemed delighted I was there, flinging her arms around me to greet me with a kiss.
"You look like you've had a great day," I said.
"Could say that," she laughed. "You're a cruel man, you know that? Making me go to work without any panties."
"You loved it."
I slid my hands over her butt, and lower down I did find a slightly damp patch on her skirt, no doubt from where she'd been sitting down.
"You accidentally sit in something?" I joked.
She looked up at me and rolled her eyes playfully. "I nearly caved in," she said. "I nearly went out at lunchtime to buy underwear."
"But you didn't," I said, grabbing her, kissing her sweet lips, sliding my hands up under her skirt, pulling it up her thighs almost high enough so I could check she really hadn't put on underwear.
She batted my hands away before I could expose her right there on the street. "Are you coming in?"
I nodded, and clutching my back pack, followed her into her apartment building, and into the elevator.
"So this is nice, a midweek visit," she grinned.
"Just thought you should be rewarded for today," I said.
"I like the sound of that. Are you staying over?"
"I am." She was delighted at that, too.
In the close confines of the elevator, I could smell her perfume — she'd put on a little more than usual that day, I could sense. I could also sense a slight underlying earthiness, something I think I probably could only notice because I was hoping for it, expecting it. There was something deeply sexy to think of her getting aroused by her day going commando, flirting with Donny — Don.
We got up to her apartment and a couple of her roommates were in the living room, sitting around watching TV. Heidi said hello as we went by, and I nodded a silent greeting, but they didn't seem particularly bothered by what she was up to as we scooted on through to her bedroom.
"So you're going to ask him out tomorrow?" I asked her as she finally closed her bedroom door behind her.
"Uh-huh," she said, and she was smiling this time, no uncertainty in her bearing whatsoever.
"You actually want to now, don't you?" I laughed, leaning back against the window sill.
She shrugged, walking toward me. "I never really thought of him... you know... that way before.
"But now I've told you to," I said, pulling her to me, kissing her lips.
"I guess I see him a little differently now. I have to."
"And he got a new cologne," I pointed out.
She grinned. "And he looks... good now. Better than good."
We kissed a little more, and I could feel a little shiver, a little tremor of excitement in her. It wasn't just from having me there, it was the prospect of asking Donny out, I could tell.
"Well, you've shown what a makeover can do," I said. "Why can't Donny?"
She smiled. "He's going by 'Don' now," she said, exactly as Bella had mentioned. "I think I like it better, actually."
We kissed, and my hands stroked their way up her thighs, under her skirt, over her smooth round behind, and this time I really could confirm that she still wasn't wearing any underwear.
"So you'll definitely ask him out tomorrow?"
She nodded.
I turned her, moving around her so that she was leaning up against the window sill. Then I sank down before her, slowly crouching in front of her, pushing up the front of her skirt, revealing that delectable near-hairless pussy of hers.
"You made me a complete mess today," she said, pulling up her skirt all the way to her navel, showing me the wetness that made her mound glisten.
I leaned in, kissed her just below her navel, then down through the small patch of hair that remained on her mound, breathing in the strong scent of her arousal, tasting the lingering wetness on her smooth, warm skin.
"Sure it was me?" I joked. "Maybe it was Don?"
She sighed as my mouth reached the upper reaches of her pussy, and I slipped my tongue along her soaking channel. The air was saturated with her spicy scent, it was exhilarating.
Heidi lifted a leg over my shoulder to give me easier access, and I devoured her, indulging in the delicious wickedness of her free-flowing juices, and the sense that she had been so naughty that day, foregoing panties just because I'd told her to.
After a while she climbed up onto the window sill, and it was easier for me to service her, sucking on her slippery folds, nudging against her clit, slipping my tongue inside her, lapping at her moisture.
She held my head, her fingers teasing through my hair, moaning and sighing breathlessly as I ate her, her body writhing under me. But though she enjoyed it very much, she didn't come. I stopped before she could rise to that particular peak.
I sat on the edge of her bed, and Heidi knelt in front of me, pulling open my pants, retrieving my stiff cock. As she stretched her lips around my hard cock, she made it look as though it was giving her as much pleasure as I had licking her pussy. I suppose she probably experienced some kind of thrill at making me so hard, at turning me on so much.
"So you think you'll want to do this kind of thing with Don?" I asked her.
"Uh-huh," she said, lashing my shaft with her tongue.
"That was an about face, wasn't it?" I smiled.
She grinned up at me. "You want me to," she said, "so I'm looking forward to it."
"Good. You should."
I thought of her sucking on Don, this naughty, beautiful imp. I found myself thinking about Bella sucking on Don, too. And doing other things... Training him. The guy must have thought he'd won the lottery or something.
As I was thinking about Don taking Heidi, after harboring such a strong crush for her for so long, it made me shiver. It also made me come, and Heidi wasn't expecting that, perhaps because I'd told her I'd be rewarding her, and she hadn't yet climaxed herself.
I came, though, and she swallowed it as though it was the most delicious dessert.
We then left to go find some dinner in a restaurant somewhere, and the fact that Heidi had been unable to reach orgasm yet herself, made me start thinking about a new idea.
After a nice leisurely meal in a small Italian place a few blocks away from Heidi's apartment, we returned to head straight back to Heidi's room — and into her bed. Her roommates had been slumped in front of the TV in the living room still, as we'd moved through into Heidi's room, but they didn't seem to care, and didn't seem to recognize me as Heidi's ex in the process of sleeping with her again.
We weren't loud, though. Took things easy, kissing, stripping each other, slowly going down on each other, indulging in our nakedness, our closeness, our desire for each other. And taking on the role Heidi seemed to have given me, I controlled it all — telling her when to kiss me, when to suck on my cock, when to spread her legs and let me taste her; telling her how to lie so I could slide my hardness into her, appreciating just how wet she was after a highly arousing day; ordering her to fuck me when I wanted it, and leave off when I didn't.
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