[F] My Christmas outfit was accidentally WAY sluttier than I meant it to be…[Part 3]

I stood there, my fingers toying with the lace at my neckline, my heart pounding in my chest. They weren’t saying anything—they were waiting, watching, caught between disbelief and anticipation.

“Did you guys hear me?” I said softly, breaking the silence, still standing in front of them. “I said; if this outfit is really such a distraction…” I paused, letting my eyes drift over each of them, “...maybe I should just take it off.”

Eddy’s face flushed a deep red, his gaze darting between me and the table. Ryan shifted in his seat, leaning forward like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard. And James—James just sat there, staring at me like he didn’t know whether to tell me to stop or beg me to keep going.

“Sarah,” Phil finally said, his voice strained. “You don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to,” I interrupted, my voice calm but teasing. “But maybe I want to.”

I slipped my fingers under the straps at my shoulders, hesitating for a moment just to let the tension build. My eyes flicked to Ryan, then Phil, then Eddy. Their breathing had slowed, their gazes locked on me. Even James, the one who usually played the role of the responsible leader, was staring at me with something that looked an awful lot like hunger.

“Alright, then,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I slid the straps off my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms. The lace fabric followed, slipping lower, inch by inch, catching on my nipples, the excitement of the situation and the size of my breasts stopping it. I looked down at myself, then back to my friend group.

Was I really about to show them all my tits?

Yes, it turned out. Yes I was.

I pulled the fabric lower, freeing my breasts and sliding the tight lace over my hips too, revealing my soft, freshly moisturised pussy. The fabric pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it, standing before them completely naked, my skin tingling under the weight of their stares.

The room was utterly silent, save for the sound of their breathing. I didn’t try to cover myself; instead, I let them look. I wanted them to look. The thrill of their eyes on me—their friends, some of them with girlfriends—sent a shiver down my spine.

Phil was the first to break, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ, Sarah,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re…”

“Beautiful,” Ryan finished, his voice thick with emotion. He was staring at me like he’d never seen anything so captivating, his eyes tracing every curve of my body.

Eddy looked like he didn’t know where to put his hands, fidgeting awkwardly as his gaze darted between my face and the rest of me. “This is…uh…wow.”

“Guys? We’re supposed to be playing a game, remember?” I said, as if I wasn’t standing naked in front of them.

“Oh,” James said. “Yeah, Of course.”

I smiled as I took my seat on the couch again, sitting between them, my tits pressed together as I squeezed in the gap. The leather was cool against my bare skin, sending a jolt of sensation through me. I crossed my legs, my arms resting casually on my thighs, and looked at them expectantly. “Let’s keep playing.”

They hesitated, their focus clearly not on the game anymore, but James managed to roll the dice and keep things moving. The rhythm was slow and uneven, their usual banter replaced by awkward pauses and stolen glances. Every time I leaned forward to reach for something, their eyes followed me. When I shifted in my seat, uncrossing and recrossing my legs, I could feel the tension in the room spike.

Phil was the boldest, his gaze lingering openly on my breasts, his lips twitching like he was holding back a comment. Eddy was quieter, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking to my lap every few seconds before darting away again. Ryan was practically squirming in his seat, his hands gripping his knees like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out. And James—poor James—was doing his best to act like nothing was happening, but even he couldn’t hide the flush creeping up his neck.

After a few rounds of dice rolling and half-hearted attempts at gameplay, the tension finally boiled over.

“You’re driving us crazy, Sarah,” Ryan said, his voice low and rough. His hands were clenched into fists on his thighs, his eyes locked on mine. “You know that, right?”

I tilted my head, my smile teasing. “Am I? That’s a shame. I thought getting rid of the costume might help...”

Phil let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “This is crazy…”

I leaned back against the couch, letting my legs fall slightly apart. “I’m just sitting here,” I said innocently. “You’re the ones making it a big deal.”

“Oh, we’re making it a big deal?” Ryan said, his tone incredulous.

Eddy shifted in his seat, his face bright red. “She’s got a point, though. We’re the ones freaking out.”

Phil grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Maybe we just need to get used to it.”

“Used to what?” I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.

Phil’s eyes dropped to my thighs. “You. Like this.”

“That’s true…” I said, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation. “Maybe you just need a closer look…”

Phil glanced at James, like he was silently asking for permission. James didn’t say a word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t stop him either.

Phil’s hand moved first, resting lightly on my thigh. His touch was warm, his fingers brushing against my skin as he hesitated, waiting to see how I’d react. I didn’t move, but the thrill of his touch washed over me.

Eddy’s hand followed, settling on my other thigh. His touch was more tentative, his fingers trembling slightly as they made contact. My heart was racing now, my body thrumming with excitement as their hands lingered, their grips tightening ever so slightly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice soft but teasing.

Phil’s grin widened. “Just seeing something.”

“Seeing what?” I pressed, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Neither of them answered. Instead, their hands moved in unison, sliding up my thighs with agonizing slowness. My legs parted instinctively, my body responding to their touch before my mind could catch up. The room was silent, save for the sound of our breathing, the weight of their hands sending shivers down my spine.

I tried to resist, but their hands became firmer, prying my legs apart, and I half-laughed and half-gasped as I relinquished control, allowing them to open my legs fully, my pussy finally spread and on display, begging for attention.

“I just thought of a new game.”

[Merry Christmas everyone! Hope this gets you off before the big day!]