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Brief description of my girlfriend at the time: beautiful Asian girl, big light-brown almost hazel eyes, 5’3″, about 115 lbs, skinny waist, wide hips for her frame, phat bubbly ass, silky smooth skin, perky 36C tits and just an overall ridiculous body for someone that small.
After the black satin skirt night, game nights felt different.
Nobody ever brought it up, but there was no way everyone forgot about it. The guys were more aware of her, I was more aware of them being aware of her, and I think she started realizing how much attention she could get without directly doing anything.
We had several games nights a week after that where she dressed various degrees of slutty, but another night that really stood out happened a couple months later.
I got home late from work on another game night.
When I walked in, they were already sitting on the floor playing Magic. Cards spread out in the middle of the room, weed smoke in the air, everyone sitting in a circle because we didn’t have room for a table.
Her back was facing me, and the first thing I noticed was what she was wearing.
It was this little matching white cotton sleep set she had. A tiny spaghetti strap top and short shorts with colorful gummy bears on it that almost looked like polka dots.
She had only ever worn it to sleep in or around the house for me.
But now she was wearing it while sitting on the floor with three of our friends.
The top was thin, stretchy, and skintight. She had the bottom folded up so her stomach was showing, and it showed a lot of cleavage. The fabric clung to her tits sowing every detail.
The shorts were just as tight. They hugged her hips and ass like a second skin. While she was sitting, a bit bit of her ass cheeks peeked out from the bottom, but it was enough to notice.
One of the guys saw me first. He looked up, made eye contact for a second, then looked right back down at his cards like he had just been caught staring.
She turned around when I closed the door.
Her eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and she had this huge high smile on her face.
“Babe!” she said, getting up to greet me.
When she stood, the shorts rode up even more. That tiny little peek turned into about a third of her ass showing beneath the shorts. She didn’t fix it.
As she walked over, the room’s lighting made it clear that her outfit was a little bit see-through.
Not completely see-through, but thin enough that you could see her skin tone underneath.
Her nipples were clearly poking through the top, and the fabric was stretched enough that the change in color from her tits to her nipples were noticeable.
There was no way the guys hadn’t noticed before I got there.
The front of the shorts was just as obvious. The thin white cotton stayed pulled tight enough that her cameltoe was visible from the moment she stood up. They stayed like that all night no matter what she was doing. Standing, sitting, walking, leaning forward — it didn’t matter.
She was also wearing a tiny black thong underneath, and because the shorts were so thin and tight, you could see the dark color through the white cotton from the front and back. The front of the thong was tiny and you could see bt the color change that it didnt fully cover her pussy. Which made the whole outfit even more distracting.
She gave me a big hug like nothing was unusual, asked if I wanted a drink, then turned and walked to the fridge.
The guys tried to act normal, but they were obviously watching her.
A quick glance.
Then looking away.
Then another glance when she bent over to grab the drink.
The room got noticeably quieter. The conversation paused, and everyone suddenly got very interested in pretending to look at their cards.
She came back like nothing happened.
They were still finishing their match, so I sat down near her spot. Instead of sitting next to me, she sat in my lap for the rest of that game.
That made the whole thing harder to ignore.
Because we were sitting on the floor, she ended up a little higher on my legs, knees angled out slightly while she leaned forward toward the cards. The shorts stayed tight in the front, and the black thong was still visible through the fabric.
The guys were trying not to stare, but they weren’t doing a great job.
Their eyes would drop toward the cards, drift to her, then back down again. One guy kept pretending to study the cards in play, but his eyes were obviously going past the cards. Another kept glancing at her chest, then down again whenever she leaned back against me.
I didn’t say anything.
Honestly, I didn’t really know what to say.
I was extremely turned on with her sitting in my lap. She shifted around a few times to get comfortable, and every time she moved, I could feel the room react.
At one point one of the guys laughed and said, “Man… it is really hard to focus tonight.”
She looked at him with this innocent little smile.
“Why?”
He stared at her for a second, then just said, “No reason.”
Another guy said, “Some people are just distracting.”
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and didn’t adjust a thing.
When their match ended, I grabbed my deck and joined the next game. She moved out of my lap and sat back in her own spot.
In some ways, that made it worse.
Now that I had joined the game, she was sitting next to me instead of on my lap, and the three guys were mostly across from us. They had a much clearer view of her.
We played for hours that night. Multiple rounds. Bowl after bowl. Everyone got high enough that the awkwardness slowly faded and people stopped being as careful.
She kept finding reasons to get up.
Another drink.
A lighter.
Changing the music.
Getting a snack.
Every time she stood, the shorts rode up and stayed there. About a third of her ass would be showing, and because we were all sitting on the floor, her ass was basically right at eye level whenever she faced away from the circle.
The studio was tiny, maybe 400 square feet, so there wasn’t much distance between anyone. If she walked to the fridge, the counter, the bathroom, or the bed area, everyone had a clear view.
And when she turned back toward the circle, the front of the shorts was just as distracting. The cameltoe and the black thong were visible through the thin white cotton the whole time.
It wasn’t something that only showed if she moved a certain way.
It was just there.
The biggest thing that night was how often she got down on all fours to reach for stuff.
If she wanted to read a card across the circle, she would just lean forward onto her hands and knees and reach across the floor to look at it.
When she wanted the bong, same thing.
It would be just out of reach, and instead of asking someone to hand it to her, she would get on all fours and stretch across the floor for it.
Every time she did that, her back arched a little, her stomach pulled tight, and her skinny waist stood out against her hips and ass. The tiny shorts rode up every time, leaving a lot of her ass exposed.
It was hard not to notice how good she looked like that.
Skinny waist, wide hips, round ass, and those tiny white shorts barely covering anything.
And when she crawled back to her spot, everyone’s eyes followed her.
At one point, she got up to grab her phone charger from the other side of the room.
It was plugged into the wall behind some stuff near the back wall, maybe ten feet away from where we were sitting. Instead of asking me to get it or moving things out of the way first, she walked over there, got down on all fours, and reached behind everything to unplug it.
She stayed like that for a while.
Longer than she needed to.
Her ass was up in the air, the shorts pulled up, the black thong showing through the thin white cotton, and from where we were sitting it felt like we were all staring at way more than we she realized.
Nobody said anything.
The room just got quiet while she reached around behind the stuff, taking her time with the charger. Then she finally unplugged it, stood up, turned around with that same innocent look, and walked back like nothing had happened.
After that, the guys pretty much gave up trying to hide it.
Any time she stood up, they stared at the front of her shorts until she turned away from the circle. Then they watched her ass as she walked away. Since we were all sitting on the floor, everything was right at eye level.
Whenever she turned around and faced the circle, their eyes dropped right back to the front of her shorts.
Then when she sat back down, their eyes would switch between her chest and the front of her shorts. If she leaned forward, they watched the way the tight cotton pulled across her chest. If she shifted her hips or faced the circle, their eyes drifted right back down again.
It wasn’t constant staring every second. We were still playing, still smoking, still joking around. And they were trying their best not to stare for too long.
But it happened over and over.
Long enough that nobody could pretend it was accidental anymore.
And she seemed to enjoy it.
At least, that’s how it felt. She never fixed her shorts. Never adjusted her shirt. Never acted embarrassed.
If anything, she seemed amused by how hard everyone was trying to act normal.
At one point, after she crawled forward to grab the bong again, one of the guys leaned back, high out of his mind, and said, “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
The room got quiet for a second.
She looked up at him with this fake innocent expression.
“What am I doing?”
He laughed and shook his head.
She took a hit, exhaled slowly, and gave him this little smirk.
“I’m not doing anything.”
Nobody really knew what to say after that.
One guy laughed nervously. Another looked down at his cards. The third glanced at me to see how I’d react.
I didn’t say anything.
I just smiled and kept playing.
For the rest of the night, we still played Magic. Still smoked. Still cracked jokes.
But the game was barely the point anymore.
The looks lasted longer and longer.
Every time she moved, the room noticed.
And every time she got on all fours, nobody really tried to hide it anymore.
We were all staring by then.
Me included.
I made a point of staring at her body with them. I wanted them to know it was okay to look and not feel like I was trying to catch them looking.
After they all left we started making out and I immediately put my had down her shorts and started fingering her. She was already soaking wet clearly turned on from all the attention she was getting.
I pulled her shorts and thong to the side and fucked her doggy right there on the floor where we had been playing magic with our friends.
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