[F] My Christmas outfit was accidentally WAY sluttier than I meant it to be…[Part 2]

As I made my way to the couch, my body felt like it was radiating heat. My friends tried to act normal, fiddling with their game setups and flipping through rulebooks, but I knew their eyes were on me, moving across my exposed body, seeing their friends hard nipples and pussy for the first time.

It felt incredible.

"Where do you want me?" I asked innocently, standing by the couch. My voice came out softer than I intended, and I saw Phil's eyes dart from my face to my chest, lingering for a moment too long before he looked away, cheeks flushed.

"Uh…right there's fine," Ryan stammered, gesturing to the cushion next to him.

Fuck, I thought. That seat would put me right in the middle of all four of them, and I suddenly felt more exposed than ever. I imagined them with their hands all over me, ripping the transparent lace to get a better look at my body, descending on me, ravishing me, exposing me further and using my body for their own desires…

…but I was just letting my thoughts get carried away. After all, they'd been my best friends for years, and some of them even had girlfriends.

As I sat down, the lace bodysuit stretched taut over my thighs, my breasts pressing forward with each breath. I could feel their eyes on me, even when they pretended to be focused on their character sheets.

"Alright, let's get started," James said, clearing his throat. His voice was strained, like he was trying to take control of the situation. "Sarah, you're playing the sorceress, right?"

"Mm-hmm," I replied, leaning forward to grab my character sheet. The movement made the neckline of the bodysuit dip further, and I saw Ryan glance down before quickly looking away.

We began the game, but the usual rhythm of our sessions was completely off. Phil, who was always the first to crack a joke, was unusually quiet, his hands gripping his dice like a lifeline. Ryan kept losing track of his turns, his face flushed as he avoided eye contact. Eddy, normally the most composed, fidgeted in his seat, adjusting his position every few minutes.

The game continued, but the tension only grew. Every time I leaned over to move my game piece or check the map, I could feel their gazes on me, their restraint fraying at the edges. My nipples were hard and obvious through the sheer lace, and I noticed Phil licking his lips when he thought I wasn't looking. Eddy's hand rested awkwardly in his lap, and I had a pretty good idea why.

"Sarah, it's your turn," James prompted, his voice a little too loud.

"Oh, right," I said, my thoughts having drifted off again, my mind filled with images of having my pussy stretched out by my friends. I tried to shake it off, to regain composure, but it was too much…

I rolled my dice, a little too hard, and they skipped over the edge of the table, landing on the floor. "Shit, sorry. I'll get them."

I got down on all fours, searching under the table for the dice, my hand moving across the carpet. It wasn't until I turned back to look at them that I realised that what I had actually done was drop to my knees and present them all with my ass and pussy, big and wide and stretched and inviting.

And judging by how turned on I felt, I knew that the fabric was so wet that it had become completely transparent, giving them a perfect view of my smooth lips.

"Sarah," James said suddenly, swallowing. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

I looked at him over my shoulder, wide-eyed but unmoving. "Doing what?"

He gestured vaguely at me. "This. You're…you know what you're doing."

I tilted my head, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. "I'm just here to play the game," I said sweetly. "I can't help it if you guys are distracted."

I wiggled my ass from side to side a little.

"Fuck," Phil breather. "Distracted is the understatement of the century."

The room erupted into nervous laughter, the tension breaking for a moment. I stood up, turning to face them, looking down at my body to see my nipples were harder than ever, begging for their attention, for their tongues and fingers and lips.

Fuck, I thought again. What is wrong with me? Am I a slut?

"Look," I said, my body on display for them again. "If it's such a problem, maybe I should just go."

"No!" they all said in unison, the word bursting out of them like a reflex.

I smiled, biting my lip. "Alright, then. I'll stay." My eyes flicked to Ryan, who was gripping the edge of the couch like he was trying to anchor himself. "But only if you guys can behave."

Phil groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Sarah, you're killing us here."

"Am I?" I asked innocently, letting my fingers trace the edge of the bodysuit's neckline. I noticed how their eyes followed the movement, the air in the room growing thicker. "I'm just trying to have a good time."

James leaned back in his chair. "You're impossible."

"Okay, fine." I said, my head once again filling with thoughts of them ravaging me, pinning me down and taking it in turns to fuck my holes. I tried to regain my composure, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"If this outfit is that much of a problem, maybe I should just take it off?"