Cowboy

"It's just so...skimpy," I said, looking down at all the skin showing, my body barely hidden by the short shorts and tiny top.

"Men like skimpy," my roommate answered. "If you want a boyfriend, you have to compete with other women and dressing skimpy is one way to do that."

I frowned. "I...I never agreed to that," I said.

"Funny, I never asked," she smiled.

I looked at her; she was in a skimpy outfit as well, but of course had full breasts, a better shape. She saw my eyes, read my thoughts. "I told you different men like different types. Trust me, there are going to be a dozen guys at this party that be hitting on you. You'll find yourself on some stud's lap inside of five minutes, I guarantee it."

My eyes went wide. "They'll...they'll feel..."

"No they won't," she said. "You're small and your tucked, they won't feel anything. Besides, no guy is going to go for a crotch grab, that's now how it works. A man will have fast, wandering hands, but it will be on your thighs, your ass, your waist, you chest."

I gasped imagining a man's rough hands on my bare skin. "Amy!"

"Just have a drink and see what happens, that's all I ask," she said. "Trust me, the second some muscular cowboy has you on his lap, arm around your waist, hands roaming on that little body, feeling his erection in his jeans, it's going to take all your self control not to get down on your knees and suck his cock right there in front of everyone."

"Amy!"

"I'm serious. Bet you a dollar by the end of the night you're in the back of some guy's truck sucking his cock like it's your whole world."