She stood in front of the mirror, a mixture of unbridled joy and abject terror causing her heart to pound and chest to heave. The skirt swished softly against her thighs, lightly covered by stockings that accentuated her slender legs. She turned slightly, hand on her hip hoping to see if the skirt accentuated her butt well enough, but the pose was one unfamiliar to her and thus mildly ineffective. "Practice," she thought to herself.

The scene in the mirror finally seemed to register in her mind, the realization of the quiet impulse turned desperate need brought to life. A tear of overwhelming joy threatened to creep from her eye and ruin the carefully applied makeup accentuating her features. The realization came with a second in tow, a moment of clarity that she never expected would happen even in the best of circumstances. She was ... beautiful.

Reluctantly, she finally turned away from the mirror's alluring visage and towards the bed. Perched on the edge like an anxious cat, her best friend watched with a smile as she twirled once more for emphasis, skirt lifting gently into a neat come from the momentum and for a brief moment revealing the edge of a pair of silken panties gently covering her ass. The best friend's smile widened in amusement as she stumbled at the end of the twirl, still not accustomed to the feminine poses being implemented.

The friend motioned to the pile of clothes on the bed to their right followed by the empty space to their left. "I know you like it, but that's just the first outfit!" they said with an unconvincing sigh, clearly enjoying the moment despite the feeble attempt at protesting. "Who knows, maybe you'll find your 'fuck me' outfit."

The makeup could not cover the blush that flushed across her cheeks as she turned back to the mirror, hoping the friend would not notice. She definitely was hoping to find a 'fuck me' outfit, but much to her dismay, her friend maintained their stoic persona. If she was going to get a rise from them, she might need to resort to stronger tactics. After only a moment's hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and began to pull it down, bending at the waist and holding the hem until she could step out of it, one stockinged leg at a time. She felt the panties stretch and shift, barely covering the ass she had pointed in her friend's direction, sneakily glancing between her legs to see if they were watching.

The glance was brief but very obvious, with the friend's face flushing with arousal in response. Standing back upright, she tossed her skirt onto the bed and turned slowly, permitting her friend to see the front of her panties that betrayed her own arousal through the bulge and wetness displayed in full.

The silence was thick, neither willing to break the tension. The friend finally raised their eyes to match hers, lust clearly evident. With motions fluid and confident, she stepped up to her friend and straddled them across the edge of the bed, allowing her throbbing organ to press gently against their stomach as she pulled them close. The first kiss was brief, hasty, and amateur. The second was more cautious and intentional, but the third would linger in both the moment and their minds. The friend raised a hand to the hem of the panties and began to pull as she let out a low moan of approval, all of the other items on the bed forgotten.

Apparently, every outfit is a 'fuck me' outfit when you just want to fuck.

(sorry for the quickie, don't have as much time today. write me back and let me know what you think if you want :3 )