7. A Brief Lapse in Sexual Judgement

"So all black. No pop of color at all?" I try really hard not to be whiny. I love black, but I truly hate being told what to wear.

Or what to do.

Or how to act.

I have a problem with rules, ok?

"Oh my Gods, Ginger you will be fine. It"s a gothball! You wear sexy black clothes and a pretty masquerade mask, and in exchange, you get fancy appetizers, free alcohol, and loads of sexy eye candy." She glances at my still naked form pouting into the closet. "Unless you finally decided to jump ship and take me up on that offer. You know I can help you break that dry streak and you won"t even have to follow a dress code. Shit, I"ll even feed you some grade-A delivery pizza afterward."

When I look at Lexi, she"s biting her lip and rubbing her nipples in the most dramatic way and I lose it.

I"m talking full-on snorting laughter. So super sexy.

"Sorry Lex, you seem to be missing some specific equipment that I rather enjoy." It"s the same playful banter we enjoyed all throughout our teens when Lexi came out of the closet.

I love that even though we are supposedly adults now at—geez how old are we turning this year? Twenty-five, I think? Anyways, at twenty-four years young we still acted like ridiculous teens. Although much more naked and far more sexually frustrated. For the most part.

A thought slaps me from out of nowhere, sobering me and filling me with nerves. I was stupid. I nearly lost her, and for what? A piece of shit backstabbing boyfriend.

"Lexi, I just want to…"

She waves her hand around and stops my words. Emotional stuff has never been her favorite discussion topic.

"It doesn"t matter. It was stupid and it"s over. Now, you get to make it up to me by getting into something sexy—or getting on top of me, I"m fine with either really—I just want to have a good time tonight and get laid." Lexi punctuates her statement by zipping up the sides of her booties and slapping on some black lipstick.

Eyeing her up and down, I have to admit. If I were into women, Lexi would tick all the boxes. Not many women could rock that deep plunging elegant dress with rocker booties and a punk pixie haircut. She makes it all work together in the best way possible. And suddenly I find myself rocking a lady boner.

Lexi sniffs the air and her eyes snap to me with a predatory gleam in them. Never one to back down, or to be thought of as prey, I keep eye contact.

I know where my thoughts went. I don"t know how fully they encompass how I actually feel, but... I do know that Lexi won"t back down now that she caught the scent of my arousal. And spotted me checking her out. Quite thoroughly.

Her moves are smooth as she prowls towards me. Her eyes keep contact as she stops in front of me. My naked body brushes against the soft fabric of her dress as Lexi sniffs again. Deeply.

In a move faster than a blink, my best friend lifts me up with her hands under my ass and presses me against the wall of my closet. She wastes no time with politeness and instead dives her tongue straight into my mouth. The connection—and likely the friction of her dress fabric against my clit—has me moaning deeply into her mouth. My hands explore the skin of her bare back and when she dips a finger into my pussy, I dig my nails into her flesh.

When she releases my mouth and snatches one of my nipples in her mouth, my thoughts slowly return to my brain. "Are you sure you don"t have a cock?" Her fingers stop pumping in me and her mouth growls around my breast. Slowly she removes her digit and gently sets me back down.

"I knew it was far too good to be true. Still..." She brings her finger to her mouth and pops it in her mouth. Letting her eyes roll back in her head a little. "Why do you taste like a fucking gingerbread cookie?"

I laugh, but a passing idea pops into my head. "Why didn"t we ever try anything when we were younger?"

Lexi finally stops fucking her mouth with her finger, and with all the seriousness in the world says, "Because you knew I would turn you into a lesbian."

Chuckling at her crazy antics, I run my eyes down her outfit again, and Lexi waggles her eyebrows in the most ridiculous way. This time, it"s not heat in my gaze, but more observance. I wonder if I need to wear a dress.

Sighing, I turn back to my closet. "So, what the fuck am I going to wear?"

Lexi slaps my ass, making me yelp, and moves past me further into the closet. "Here, I know what you need to wear."

A couple of seconds deep diving into a ridiculous amount of fabric and an "Aha!" declaration later, Lexi hands me an all-black three-piece outfit. It"s simple, but the cuts are dramatic. The top is a combination of a long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder, black lace bit paired with a snug-fitting, black jacquard print corset that I know will boost my cleavage in the most perfect way possible. Then you add in the nearly hip-high slit in the floor-length velvet skirt and the whole look was drool-worthy.

I slipped on my strappy side cheeky panties for an added effect with the high slit and finished it off with the strappy heels Lexi nearly hits me in the face with. A quick snap of my fingers had my hair in the fancy looping braided updo I had been dying to try, and my makeup freshened—er—darkened. In a small act of defiance, I tapped my lips and added a deep black cherry lipstick.

"Oh, Mommy. Are you sure I can"t convince you to just... let me strip all that off you? With my teeth preferably?"

Laughing at Lexi"s futile attempt to get into my panties—uhh... again—I wrap my arm through hers and head to the front door.

If this outfit was getting Lexi all worked up, maybe I would get lucky tonight after all.

I had to admit, it was doing wonders for my confidence levels at the very least.

Watch out Victor Dorrance, I"m about to crash your birthday party in the sexiest way possible.