Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... knock on her door once again distracted her, and she threw it open. "Yes?" A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with roses. "Delivery for Hillary Riley," the man intoned. "Is this the right address?" Hillary nodded, dumbfounded. For her? She took the roses and with a shaky hand signed the receipt. As she closed the door she checked for a card. Setting down the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blue envelope from between the flowers. Opening it nervously, she read, "Do you know how hot you make me? I keep remembering what I saw and want *so* much to see more... -Rob" She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then just as quickly picked it up again before her roomate could find it. She looked around, panicked, wondering where to hide the card. She finally tucked deep inside her socks drawer and tried futilely to return to studying. Lindsay smoothed her miniskirt over her flat stomach and checked her appearance in the mirror. Hillary watched from where she was curled up on her bed. "You look fine, Lins. Leave it be." Lindsay turned to stare at her roomate. "You should come with me, Hillary. It's not like its any big deal or anything." Hillary shrugged. "You know I don't like big parties." "You're shy, I know." Lindsay sighed. "Meg, you're *never* going to get to meet anybody if you don't try." She walked over to Hillary's closet and started going through the clothes. Pulling out a peasant blouse and short skirt, she tossed them to Hillary, adding a ...

... pair of nylons and flats to the pile of clothes. "Get dressed." Hillary looked up to see Lindsay standing before her, hands on her hips, a determined expression on her face. "What?" She glanced from her roomate to the pile of clothes on the bed, and back to her roomate again. "You must be joking." "No joke." Lindsay reached out to pull Hillary's arms until the girl was standing before her. "Now, are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it for you?" Seeing there was no way out of the situation, Hillary quickly stripped and dressed again. She looked at the peasant blouse Lindsay had chosen and started to exchange it for another top, but Lindsay stopped her. Hillary blushed at the thought of wearing the blouse, for it was slightly transparant, and since it was off-the-shoulder, a bra could not be worn underneath. "Lins, everyone will be able to see *everything*!" Lindsay shrugged. "Look, just dress to kill. Then you won't have to worry about making conversation. No one will notice if you're tongue tied if you're dressed well enough." Hillary had to smile at that, and realizing that Lindsay wouldn't change her mind, she hastily finished dressing. The top was very low on her, uncovering the tops of her breasts. She felt as if she would fall out of it should she do anything too active, like breath. And the skirt... well, she tried to tug it a little longer, but it didn't work, barely covering her nicely shaped ass and no further, showing little and leaving much to pleasant ...