Tease

 

"What do you think?" my girlfriend asked, looking at herself in a mirror.

"It...you look...wow," I stammered.

"I like the way it fits on my chest," she said, moving her upper chest, looking at how the dress showed off her breasts.

"It...it's short," I said, eyes going up and down her legs.

"Do you think my date will like it?" she asked, her tone that of a woman talking to her girlfriend, not her boyfriend.

"D...date?" I stammered.

She looked at me in the mirror. "Sorry, I mean, um, the guy I'm going to the dance with, do you think he'll like it."

It was an annual thing with her sorority, they had a dance with a fraternity they were affiliated with. Most of the girls dated guys from the fraternity, but a few didn't, and they still went with a guy.

"What...what's it matter?" I asked, "he's just the guy you're assigned to."

"Even if it's not a date date, I'm still his date for the dance and I want to look pretty for him."

"Ashley..."

"Oh stop being such a party pooper," she said. "Look, I wore the thong you like."

My eyes went wide as she lifted the back of her dress, showed me her ass. "You...you wore a thong?" I asked.

She grinned at me. "Something for you to think about all night," she said.

"Will...what time will you be back?" I asked.

"Depends if we go back to his place," she said.

"His place?"

"I'm his date," she said, using that word again. "I can't very well tell him to bring me home early cause my boyfriend is waiting."

"He'll think you want to sleep with him."

She walked over to me, kissed my cheek. "You're so cute when you get jealous," she said. "Worried the big, bad stud is going to steal your bestie?"

"Ashley!"

"That's what you fantasize about, don't you? The guys I've slept with? Every time I touch it you ask about it, wanting to know what it's like."

She hit a raw nerve but it was impossible for me not to think about it, wonder what sex was like, what sex with her was like. I couldn't help being insecure like any virgin who somehow ended up dating a girl out of his league. While she'd touch me, stroke me, she so far refused to actually have sex with me.

"Ash..."

She leaned over, whispered in my ear. "What if I slept with him," she asked, "wouldn't it be exciting knowing he was doing things to your girlfriend you're not allowed to do."

"Ashley," I gasped, feeling the room spin.

"Maybe next time I touch it, you can ask me what he was like."

"Why...why are you teasing me?" I demanded.

She shrugged. "Cause it's fun...cause I like to...cause you like it."