GenreCon Nights (closed)

[GirlWatch]

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Chris sighed as he pulled the third suitcase off of the baggage carousel. He had been thrilled that Fiona had wanted him to come with her to GenreCon. It made sense, after all, with all of the work he’d put in to help her with these costumes. Costumes that right now seemed to take up way too much space. He had to be honest though, much of the bulk was the accessories that he’d fashioned for her, even if he’d made them disassemble as much as possible. He fished a hair elastic out of the cargo pocket of his pants and swept back his dirty-blonde hair into a ponytail. It was warmer here than on the plane - though perhaps that was as much about the luggage hauling as the sunny weather. It was good to be able to stretch out his long legs after being on the airplane though.

He mentally counted through the costumes as he piled the suitcases onto the luggage cart. Originally he’d agreed to help her with five costumes for the five days of the con. Then she had an idea for a special one for the big contest on the last day. Then he made an idle comment about an idea for an alien assassin type and that turned into a costume. Now there were eight costumes packed in there, with a very few mundane clothes of hers squeezed in as much to pad out the breakable parts as anything. His own single bag was the smallest, given that Fiona had taken her backpack and purse with her when she headed for the convention center. A smile surfaced on his boyish face just at the memory of her waving at him as she headed for the taxi line. She was so excited, and so… damn cute… just thinking about her bright eyes, her smile, and yes that wonderful body of hers. He just loved to see how she moved, particularly in some of her costumes. His friend Mark gave him a hard time for spending so many hours with her working over patterns and fabrics, but then Mark hadn’t been able to see up close how some of that fabric got stretched over Fiona’s curves. And now he was going to have most of week with her in those costumes. The thought of that was getting him so distracted, and more than a bit tight in his pants, that he almost missed the last piece of luggage - a case that held a collection of con-allowable costume weapons and other hardware. Once the case was squeezed on the cart it was time for him to find a taxi - with luck he’d be able to get checked into their room and start arranging things before she was able to get their badges and get there herself.

* * *

“Shit man, what all do you have in there?” The taxi driver was pleasantly obscene as he helped unload in front of the hotel. The extra tip Chris had thrown in on top of the fare probably didn’t hurt either. The driver’s short, stocky frame seemed to have no problem hefting the suitcases out of the trunk and near-tossing them to Chris, whose lanky build struggled a bit more with some of the heavier ones.

“Costumes mostly. We’re here for the GenreCon this week.” Chris eyed the cobble-stone front walk, hoping it wouldn’t bounce all of the suitcases right off the hotel luggage cart. He was already feeling his back a bit from all the loading and unloading.

“Oh yeah, getting lots of those.” The cabbie looked over the nameplate Chris had attached to each. “Fiona, huh? Well, you and your girlfriend have fun, you hear?”

“Just a friend.” Chris’s eyes dropped for a second. “Fiona’s just a friend, not my girlfriend.”

“Oh, sorry man, didn’t mean anything by it. Enjoy the city!”

Chris nodded and gave a half-hearted wave as the taxi pulled away.

* * *

The elevator doors opened onto the 16th floor with a soft bing, pulling Chris’s eyes away from the hotel paperwork. Something didn’t seem quite right about the room listing, but he couldn’t see what it was. Non-smoking room? check. Wifi password with upgraded bandwidth so he can stream whatever he wants after a long day at the con? Check. Already texted Fiona their room number? Check. Everything seemed in order with what he’d reserved months ago.

He glanced down the hall, pulling along the overloaded cart as he headed for 1624. Everything seemed just fine - he was probably overthinking things. With a swipe the door unlocked and he rolled the cart in, looking forward to do the last round of luggage moving for the day. As the online floor-plan had shown there were two chairs and small table meant for business types. Chris nodded his head in approval - that could be moved to the side easily to make room for their stuff. Then he looked back to the bedroom and his heart thumped: there was only a single queen-sized bed.

Leaving the cart in the doorway, Chris took three quick steps to the phone and dialed the front desk.

“Hi, yes, I just checked into room 1624. I expected this to be two double beds, but I see it’s a queen?” He could feel his face flush.

“Yes sir, that’s the room you reserved, 1624 with a queen. I see here it looks like you changed it from 1614 which was a two-double room.” The business-pleasant voice of the clerk didn’t help him feel better. Now he remembered changing the room after the initial booking - Fiona had asked if they could have a room with a view of the harbor. He must have messed it up then.

“Uh, I don’t suppose you have a room available with two beds?” He knew the answer before the clerk even started speaking.

“Sorry sir, we’re completely booked this whole week with the big convention next door.”

“Umm, thanks. Okay. Yeah.” Chris let the phone slide out of fingers into the cradle. How was he going to explain this to Fiona?

Down the hall, he heard the soft bing of the elevator.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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GENRECON!

Fiona looked around at the spireing heights of the convention center’s foyer, at the huge banners advertising the weeks events, and all the awesome celebrities that were going to be there. She bounced on the balls of her feet, so excited she couldn’t hold still, her smile threatening to break free of her face. She was here!

She had been going to conventions back in her home state for years. All her experience sewing costumes and doing makeup came from her early experimentations with costumes for her local con; she’d been going since she was a kid. She had gotten better and better, so much so that she was now majoring in theater design at school (along with her english minor to placate her parents). Her website for her costumes was starting to look pretty cool, thanks to her really good friend Chris. Not only was he great at all sorts of crafting that really made her costumes amazing, but he also helped her set up the basics of her site. She only had a few hundred fans so far, but every time she logged in the number was a little bit higher; and she couldn't wait to show her tiny number of fans pictures of her latest costume in the hallowed halls of the greatest cross-genre convention in the country!

The line moved forward, and she moved with it, her hand still in her purse, carefully clutching the two precious strips of cardstock paper. The tickets had been absurdly expensive, but totally, totally worth it. And she HAD to get two, there was no way she was coming here without bringing her best friend Chris!

She had met Chris two years ago, when they were both freshman. He was tall and skinny, his hair just a little big shaggy, not the ponytail he wore today. He was cute and shy and quiet; her then-boyfriend Bret used to think he was some sort of weird emo nerd. But he couldn't have been more wrong; Chris was brilliant and funny and kind and generous and so, so talented. His work in the school of design was amazing, he would sculpt hard plastics or use 3D printers… he even built his own metal forge out of concrete and a bucket! He could sculpt things out of foam, bury them in sand, melt brass in his forge and then pour it over the foam, which would evaporate, giving him a perfect brass shape that he could finish however he wanted. Fiona looked down at the awesome brass dragon pendant she was wearing around her neck: a birthday present from Chris. They had worked together for the theater department, doing make-up, costumes, and props. Once he found out she was an amateur cosplayer, he started doing all sorts of stuff with her to help make her costumes WAY more professional. He could make really high end props and electronics, fabricate amazing accessories and armor; anything she wore that involved chainmail suddenly looked completely professional, because he could ACTUALLY MAKE CHAINMAIL. He even helped step up her knowledge of certain types of nerdom: she was a huge fan of classic sci-fi and fantasy, but he had opened her eyes to the world of videogames and anime. She had started to collect vintage games; she and Chris had spent an entire day playing through wizards & warriors. One of the costumes they brought today was actually based on a classic 8-bit video game that was such a cool reference, but so obscure that they were SURE no one had ever done before. At this point her costumes were just as much his as they were hers. They were like two artists collaborating on one finished product. How could she dream of coming here without her best friend?

She had to step to the side to let two massive armored Apocalypse Orcs passed, and she almost squealed with excitement. That wasn’t just shaped foam, it was vacuum-molded fiberglass! Everyone’s costume game at GenreCon was SO on point! She knew that if Chris was here, he would be able to tell her exactly what technique they used, but he had gone to get all their bags into the hotel while she got their passes. The tickets and the expense of flying all her costumes down was already pretty high, so they opted to share a hotel room, but they worked together with costumes and in theater; it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her in her underwear before. She felt very safe around him. She just hoped she was able to do all his costumes proud! The big cosplay contest at the end of the week was one of the biggest in the country, and the prize money would mean that not only was their whole trip paid for, but they would have enough to devote themselves to REALLY focusing on their costumes for the next year!

She watched as a full-sized Gelfling Landstrider made it’s way across the foyer, and felt mouth hanging open in awe. Maybe she shouldn’t get too excited about the possibility of winning the contest…

The person in front of her stepped aside, and she found herself at the front of the line. She smiled, taking out her tickets, holding them out the the young man behind the ticket-counter. He seemed a little oblivious to all the nerdery happening around him, but even a complete muggle had to be impressed at the intensity of some of the costumes. As he scanned their tickets into his system, one of the banners caught her eye, and her eyes went wide.

“Devon MacFarlane is here? From Flight of the Excalibur?” She nearly squealed. “That’s my FAVORITE show!”

The guy turned in his seat, looking behind him. Realizing what banner she was looking at, he nodded turning back to his task. “Oh… the contest guy, yea. He’s doing the regular signing thing, but he’s also doing a charity thing for the cosplay contest… I think dinner with the winner, to something.”

She didn’t even know what to do with that. Flight of the Excalibur was the best science fiction show on television, and Devon MacFarlane was her favorite character; he was Vesh, the scrappy engineer on the Excalibur that was always getting into trouble. Just getting an autograph and a photo with him would be amazing, but to get to HANG OUT WITH HIM? Oh man, the cosplay contest suddenly had a whole new meaning!

The guy behind the desk finished with out tickets, and held out a pair of convention passes. “Alright, here’s yours… aaaaaand here’s your boyfriend’s.”

Fiona blinked. “My… what?” She started… she hadn’t had a boyfriend in almost seven months. Then she grinned, suddenly getting it. “Oh… oh no… he’s not my…” she started, stammering a little. Finally she just shook her head. “He’s not here.” She said, reaching up and taking both passes, hanging them around her neck and zipping up her hoodie to keep them safe. People had made that mistake a few times, but she and Chris just weren’t like that. He didn’t think of her that way at all, she was like a little sister to him.

Clutching the precious passes inside her hoodie, she half-ran back out of the convention, and out into the pleasantly warm sunshine. The weather for the entire week was forecast to be absolutely perfect. She wound through the influx of Stormtroopers, Klingons and Deadpools, making her way to the hotel next door. It had been a near miracle that they had managed to get rooms so close to the convention center; they had basically had to book them eleven months in advance. Even though there were tons of people showing off their costumes in the foyer today, the actual convention didn’t start until early tomorrow morning, and would last for five whole days. They had their hotel room for six nights counting tonight. The whole trip was a small miracle of planning, and she was so excited that it was coming together she could barely keep from skipping like a seven-year-old.

She checked her phone; Chris had already texted her their room number, so she went right past the front desk to the elevators and rode up to the 16th floor, bouncing happily on her feet. The door dinged, and slid open; she could immediately see all six of their bags piled on a cart outside their room. She ran down the hall to the doorway, which was immediately filled by Chris’s tall, lanky body. Her excitement suddenly bubbled over, and she had to grab him and hug him.

“Ohmygod, Chris, the convention center looks AMAZING! There were Apocalypse Orcs with real fiberglass armor and a landstrider and giant banners everywhere… and DEVON MACFARLANE is going to be here and the contest winner actually gets to have dinner with him! We have to win that contest, Chris! This is going to be the best week EVER!!”

She looked up at him, her smile so broad and happy she almost glowed… before her eyebrows raised a little, looking up at Chris’s expression. “W… what?”

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris heard Fiona’s quick footsteps and looked up. The absolute delight on her face just made him light up inside. That smile always made him want to smile; her energy was incredibly infectious. He couldn’t understand how any guy wouldn’t feel the same way, much less how any guy wouldn’t want to be with her. When she and Bret had broken up she had come to his dorm room in tears and it had just made his heart ache for her. He knew when he was holding her then that even though she’d never date someone like him that he’d do anything for her. She deserved a guy who would sweep her off her feet, take her to all the right parties, and be as handsome as she was beautiful. Chris wasn’t any of those things - he was a geek who was far more comfortable in a quiet room or busy with his maker equipment than some big social scene. The best moments of his life had been when he and Fiona were working over some costume, music or some 80s movie in the background, and only the two of them talking. He knew himself, and he knew that this convention was going to be rough for him with all the crowds, but if he was here with Fiona it was worth it.

Suddenly she practically leapt on him, nearly frantic with excitement like he’d never seen, the warmth of her personality and her body enwrapping him like it always did. Fiona was a very huggy person with her friends, and she’d mentioned before that sometimes people took that as meaning more than it did. Often he had to find some way to gently disentangle himself before she noticed the hardon he inevitably developed when she was so close and he let his mind wander to the fantasies he had about her. It’s also why he had taken to wearing bulky cargo pants when working with her on costuming, so she hopefully wouldn’t notice how he reacted to seeing her wearing a half-made costume. He worried that if she ever noticed what a perv he was around her then would ruin their friendship and she wouldn’t want to be so near to him anymore, and he couldn’t stand that thought. He had to save those fantasies in his mind for when he was alone.

So when she gave him that big hug in the entrance to the hotel room he wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her hair, but as always he was careful not to let his long arms drift anywhere that might put his hand below her waistband or the side of her breasts. When she looked up from the hug he couldn’t help but notice how the dragon pendant he had given her hung so beautifully in her cleavage. There he was being a perv again, he chastised himself.

“Ohmygod, Chris, the convention center looks AMAZING! There were Apocalypse Orcs with real fiberglass armor and a landstrider and giant banners everywhere… and DEVON MACFARLANE is going to be here and the contest winner actually gets to have dinner with him! We have to win that contest, Chris! This is going to be the best week EVER!!”

He had to grin back at her excitement. She had a huge fangirl crush on Devon MacFarlane, whose handsome and witty character was a great scene-stealer on Flight of the Excalibur. He felt a slight fall in his stomach: MacFarlane was everything Fiona deserved in a man, a larger than life example of the kind of guy who Chris figured was going to show up someday and sweep her away. He realized his face had fallen a bit when she gazed up at him looking a bit puzzled. Best to break the bad news right away.

“W… what?”

“Fiona, there’s a bit of a problem.” He unwrapped his arms from around her, letting his hands slide to her shoulders. “I’m really, really sorry. When I made some changes to the room reservation I screwed up and I didn’t notice.” He gently pulled away from her, his arm swinging out to gesture to the room. “I uh, accidentally got us a room that just has one queen bed. The business class rooms that have this extra room up front that we wanted for costume assembly, but they uh, usually only have one occupant I guess.” He bit his lip and looked back at her. “I’m really sorry. I’ll just sleep on the floor, or maybe there’s a camping place nearby I could get a sleeping bag, or maybe I get some foam or something.” He realized he was rambling - what were the chances there was a camping supply store in the middle of the city, anyway - so he just shut his mouth.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She followed him into the room, looking around, trying to find the problem. It had a fantastic work space just inside the doorway, and a large closet, all the things they would need for maintaining all the costumes and put them on. It would take both of them to get them just right, and the tall mirrors outside the front closets were perfect. The large windows looked out over the harbor, giving them an absolutely amazing view of the water and of the whole city, something she had casually mentioned to Chris and which he had immediately made happen, like the utter sweetie he was. She glanced down into the bathroom, but even that seemed roomy and clean and well lit… She started to look back up at Chis, wondering what he could possibly be talking about...

“I uh, accidentally got us a room that just has one queen bed.”

She blinked. She looked back behind her, and realized that he was right. She hadn’t really thought about their sleeping arrangements, she had been so focused on all the things they were going to be doing for the week. The bed certainly looked COMFY, and it was a decent size…. but there was very definitely only one. She reached up to her neck, rubbing it awkwardly, looking back up at Chris. “...oh…”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll just sleep on the floor, or maybe there’s a camping place nearby I could get a sleeping bag, or maybe I get some foam or something...”

She immediately started shaking her head, her eyes widening in a look of shocked apprehension. “Oh no! No no no, Chris, we can’t do that, it’s not fair! The whole reason you changed rooms was to give me the view I wanted, it’s not your fault!” She gave him a big, reassuring smile, resting her hand on his chest, looking up at him. She knew how he could beat himself up if he felt like something was his fault, and nothing mattered to her more than keeping him from feeling that way. He was such an amazing guy, and she just wanted him to know how much she appreciated everything he did for her. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.” She said with finality, as though there was nothing more about that that needed to be said.

She turned again, walking into the room, taking a longer look at the bed. She reached down, pressing her hand into it. It WAS very comfortable. She turned and sat on it, reaching up to unzip her battle royale hoodie, pulling it off, leaving her in her green Rise of the Fates tank top. She looked up at Chris. “We were already going to share a room,” She said, “We could just share the bed. It’s big.” She shrugged. “And we trust each other, Chris. It’ll be just fine!”

 

[GirlWatch]

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“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

Whew - Chris felt a huge wave of tension roll off of him, made all the easier by how she was so comfortably resting her hand on his chest. Her touch - it was like his kryptonite - it absolutely was something he desired and thrived on, but it also brought out all his weaknesses. When she sat down on the bed and took off her hoodie he had to try so hard not to look at how wonderfully the tank top fit around her chest, a battle he lost far more often than he won. Oh, she was so beautiful.

“We could just share the bed. It’s big. And we trust each other, Chris. It’ll be just fine!”

"Yeah, look ... thanks for understanding, yeah, plenty of room, right?" He smiled nervously at her. Inside his head he was thinking that if she knew how turned on he was at the idea of sharing a bed with her, she'd kick him right out of the room entirely. He turned away, which was also the best way to hope both that she hadn't caught him looking at her chest and that there wouldn't be any way to see the bulge in his pants. God, did other guys feel this way? Surely guys with any kind of maturity didn't get hardons just from looking at breasts in a tank-top right? His ex-girlfriend Melissa had told him what a juvenile boy he was for his fascinations - or fetishes even. He had to distract himself with something, and quick.

"I'll just start getting our stuff unpacked, okay?" He started moving around the big suitcases, setting the costume-specific cases to one side, knowing that what order she wore them in might be dependent on her mood and inspiration.

"Here's your mundane clothes." He gave her a smile as he slid the one that had most of her non-costume clothing over towards her. Had he been in a bit more playful of a mood he might have called it her "muggle" clothes as he had in the past, but the old term for those not in the scene was easy to apply too. He pulled his eyes away before she might bend over to open it, knowing that seeing her bend over in that tank top would be hard to ignore.

Chris opened his own suitcase and started pulling out the equipment he’d need to make any last minute alterations or repairs to Fiona’s costumes. Whether it was metal, foam, leather, or circuitry he was prepared to trim, reshape, reprogram, or even to a limited degree repaint it. The fabric itself was Fiona’s area of mastery and he pretty much left that to her, though since he enjoyed working with leather that was one material that they both would tinker with. Focusing on the tools helped, but he couldn't help looking back at Fiona from time to time as he went.

Unpacking his clothes into the hotel room’s chest of drawers went quickly in comparison. Most of Chris's clothese were near-identical pairs of cargo pants in either khaki or black to be tucked away alongside black boxers and black socks. The nearest thing he had to a "nice" outfit was a charcoal gray pair of narrow-legged jeans. The color came in with a variety of t-shirts ranging from a bright red Cowboy Bebop shirt to a black and yellow stage-crew shirt advertising a college theatre production that Fiona had been the costume manager for. Where the cargo pants hung loosely about his long legs, Chris preferred t-shirts that were snug to his wiry torso, paired with a slightly oversize black leather jacket covered in zippered pockets which were filled with electronic gadgets, random small tools, and wrapped candy. From the bottom of the suitcase Chris fished a final piece of clothing, a red-and-black flannel pair of pajama shorts, still in its package, which he quickly tossed in the drawer and closed it. He had a single dorm room back at college, and he was used to not wearing any pajamas, so he'd gotten the shorts in anticipation of sharing the room with Fiona. Now those shorts represented an even more exhilarating and potentially embarrassing reality since they only had the one bed.

He tried to put that out of his mind, and looked over to see what Fiona was up to.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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"I'll just start getting our stuff unpacked, okay?"

She nodded at that, rubbing her legs with both hands. “oh, good idea! I’ll help!” she hopped up, and crossed the room, lifting the big pink rolling suitcase, tugging it in front of the closet and tipping on its side. For years, her costumes had been made entirely on her sewing machine. She had gotten exceptionally good at working with all sorts of different fabrics and styles, and several of the costumes she had made for her school’s theater department had actually won them some pretty impressive awards. All her current costumes, of course, used all sorts of cleverly constructed props and fabrications thanks to Chris’s genius, but the crux of them was still a sewn costume of one sort of fabric or another. She unzipped her case, and began to carefully unwrap once costume after another, lifting them up on their hangers, and setting them up in the closet. She checked each one of them, making sure all her precious work was still in place, looking for even the tiniest little imperfection. There was a small missed stitch in the bodice of her steampunk outfit… she’d have to make some time to rip it and redo it before she wore it.

Once that was done, she pulled out her smaller suitcase, opening it and quickly taking stock of it’s contents, but not yet unpacking it. While the other two large cases were filled with all of Chris’s elaborate constructions, this one held all of her wigs, and make-up, and the latex prosthetic pieces she had molded. She would keep them in the case in the closet, taking them out as they were needed, with one particular exception. She lifted up the smallest of her three sewing machines, the one small enough for her to have packed, and set it up on the small office desk in the corner, out of the way of Chris’s work equipment.

"Here's your mundane clothes."

She giggled at that, accepting the larger of the two small cases from him. “It really REALLY feels that way, doesn’t it?” She said, rolling it over to one of the two chest of drawers in the room, this one under the TV that she was certain neither of them would have a chance to use. She hadn’t packed a huge amount, mostly clothes that would be comfortable to wear outside the convention; tee shirts and tank tops, a few flannels and hoodies, jeans and denim shorts, two or three skirts of different lengths, a few pairs of pajamas… she had actually picked out a few of them especially for this trip; she knew she’d be sharing a room with Chris, and thought he’d like to see her in some cute pajamas. She liked that about him, that he always seemed to notice she she put effort into her appearance, it made her enjoy putting forth the effort for him. She transferred over several pairs of colorful socks, and then unzipped a smaller self-contained pouch, where she had packed all her underwear. It was mostly focused on being comfortable; boyshorts or bikini-cut, demi cups and sports bras. She was pretty well endowed but, thank god, she was young and her breasts sat pretty high on her chest. She just needed containment, not so much anything to shape and support. She had a lot of underwear with different designs on them; characters or clever slogans, and it was practically all she had brought this week.

Finally, she found the last items in her bag, and grinned. There was going to be a lot going on all week, but there was also going to be a few opportunities to go out and just have some fun. She knew that the night before the convention people rented out the bar in the hotel and had a really fun dance party, and she wanted to go. She had a dress picked out and matching shoes... but before she took them out, she bit her lip, looking back over at Chris. She HAD to get him to come, it wouldn’t be any fun without him. But he was always so painfully shy, she would have to figure out exactly how to broach the subject to get him to come… He glanced at her, and she beamed at him, loving the look on his face when he saw her smile. She set down her nearly-empty suitcase, and stood up, her hands behind her back, looking at him cutely.

“Soooooo… what do you think we should do tonight, now that we’re unpacked?” She asked innocently. “I mean… we could stay here in the room, but, then we’d just be watching TV.” she leaned over him, resting her hands on his shoulders as he squatted by his drawers. “You KNOW… I heard there might be something happening downstairs?”

She turned around, and plopped down to sit on the floor beside him. “I sure would like to go… but it’s going to be so LONELY all by myself…” she looked up at him, restraining her smirk as she made big, exaggerated puppy eyes at him... knowing full well that he'd know exactly what she was up to.

 

[GirlWatch]

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“Soooooo… what do you think we should do tonight, now that we’re unpacked?” She asked innocently. “I mean… we could stay here in the room, but, then we’d just be watching TV. You KNOW… I heard there might be something happening downstairs?”

The prospect of just hanging out with Fiona watching TV sounded pretty amazing to Chris. Feeling her leaning on his shoulders just helped him imagine what it might be like with both of them on that bed, right next to each other, just being relaxed… be knew exactly where she was going and they both knew what he would say. He glanced back at her and smiled, careful not to let his eyes move from her face.

“I sure would like to go… but it’s going to be so LONELY all by myself…”

He looked over her giving him those big puppy eyes sitting next to him. There was a great moment of temptation to playfully bowl her to the floor in a hug, but the rules in his mind were clear that she was the only one who started things like that. Instead he allowed himself only to slide the drawer closed in front of him while he reached out and rested one hand on her knee. It made his heart beat faster just to touch her skin.

“Sure, I’ll go with you.” He winked at her. “You know I’d never want you to be lonely." Inside he panicked at the thought that he'd said too much, presumed or implied something she didn't share. He tried to move on quickly from that sentiment: "So, um, do I need to wear anything for this something that might be happening?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Sure, I’ll go with you.” He said with a wink.

She squealed with delight, and wrapped her arms around his middle. “Yay! I knew you’d fall for puppyeyes!” she said, squeezing him.

“You know I’d never want you to be lonely."

She leaned up and gave him a big kiss on his cheek, leaving a slight but unmistakable lipstick kiss mark behind. “You are the BEST!”

He was his usual, adorable, awkward self at that. "So, um, do I need to wear anything for this something that might be happening?"

She climbed back up to her feet. “Oh lord, I have no idea…” She said, standing over him in her green tank top and jean shorts, resting her hands on her hips, thinking. “I have a dress I’m going to wear, but I bet there are going to be plenty of people in just jeans and tee-shirts…” She looked down at him, pursing her lips. “Did you bring a tie? It might be nice to dress up a tiny bit? Just to celebrate?”

She grinned at his reply, and stepped around him on her way to the bathroom. “Well, it’s going to take me a little bit longer to get ready… do you mind if I use the shower first?” She asked, stooping down to grab up her toiletries bag from her backpack. She closed the door behind her and pulled her tanktop up off her head and dropped it on the floor, along with her shorts. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and down into her hands, dropping it onto the growing pile, along with her socks, and her panties. She slid back the glass door of the shower, and turned on the water, letting it run for a moment as she took off her dragon pendant and carefully removed her nose ring, setting them on the counter.

There was a full wall mirror behind the sink, and she could see every bit of herself. She turned, idly examining her body from the side. She had been working out REALLY hard in anticipation of this weekend. Her belly was nice and flat, although she had really hoped she could have gotten some definition in her abs. She turned a bit, looking behind her. If she had a tendency to collect fat anywhere, it was in her bum. She couldn’t even begin to guess how many squats she had done, or how many hours she had been on the stupid stairmaster in an effort to have a nice, shapely rear end for this week. She reached back, cupping her backside. It was round, and firm, and had a good shape… She had to accept that she had done a good job, even though she was probably never going to meet the ridiculous standard she was holding herself to. As she turned to face the mirror again she marveled at just how smooth she was. Some of her costumes had a pretty daring panty line, and she had decided that, rather than try to deal with anything this week, she’d just get a complete brazilian. She didn’t usually go THIS bare. She slid her fingers down over her pubic mound, getting a little thrill at just how completely naked it felt.

Of course, if there was any particular part of her that she knew was going to look good, it was her breasts. She rested her hands on her hips, turning to the sides, looking at herself. She was short and she had a petite little frame, but for whatever reason her breasts had always been a larger size than you’d expect. It made bra shopping difficult, so a lot of her underwear was pretty expensive. She reached up, and cupped her breasts, examining herself. If she was very, very lucky, she’d be like her mom and they’d still have a nice healthy shape even as she got older, but for now they were round and perky and always seemed to attract attention. She wasn’t always totally comfortable with the attention she got, but she certainly didn’t mind it when she was in costume.

The shower was starting to steam, so she slid the door open again, and stepped in, letting it run over her for a long minute, all the stress of the airport and the flight rinsing away. She got nervous in planes, and had been so glad to have Chris there to hold her hand. He was always such a rock for her; when she and Bret had broken up he had been the one to comfort her, to hug her while she cried on her shoulder. Sometimes she actually wondered if part of the reason she was still single was because she kept holding guys up to the wonderful, compassionate, selfless example set by her best friend, and they kept coming up short.

She was right in the middle of thinking about Chris when she discovered that the shower actually had a massaging showerhead. She pulled it down and fiddled with the control for a moment… and then gasped when she discovered just how strong the pulse setting was. She bit her lip, holding it against her tummy. She really shouldn't. Chris was RIGHT outside. He might hear her… she ran a hand through her wet hair, leaning against the glass wall if the shower, slowly easing the pulsing jets of water down her body, her eyes rolling back as they coursed over her barenaked vulva…

She'd just have to be really quiet.

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The bathroom door opened, and Fiona came out, all scrubbed and brushed and lotiony soft. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair fluffy from being dried, and caring her clothes in her arms. “Bathroom’s almost free,” she said as she crossed the room to her empty suitcase. She lowered herself at the knees, one hand holding her towel closed while the other opened the suitcase zipper so she could drop her small armload inside. She stood and turned to her drawers, quickly tugging at the bottom of the towel to make sure it covered her rear, picking out a nice little navy blue bra and a pair of black boyshort panties with pink trim and an angry unicorn on the butt. She slunk into the bathroom again, quickly drying herself one last time before she hung up her towel. She stepped into her panties, slid them up, and pulled on her bra, fastening it behind her and tugging it into place, cupping each breast to make sure it sat properly. She picked up her nosering and put it in the tiny container from her toiletries bag with the solution to clean it, and pulled on her dragon pendant, letting it hang down between the cups of her bra.

She stepped out of the bathroom again, going to her backpack to get her makeup case. She smiled at Chris, starting to unzip it. “Okay, roomie! It's all yours!”

 

[GirlWatch]

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"“Oh lord, I have no idea…” She said, standing over him in her green tank top and jean shorts, resting her hands on her hips.

His eyes traced up her legs, across the denim tight over the amazing gap between her thighs, over her smooth belly to the underside of her chest standing out so firmly in the snug green fabric. He felt himself swelling in his pants, his cock caught in folds of cloth that was starting to become painful, but for such a wonderful reason.

“I have a dress I’m going to wear, but I bet there are going to be plenty of people in just jeans and tee-shirts…” She looked down at him, pursing her lips. “Did you bring a tie? It might be nice to dress up a tiny bit? Just to celebrate?”

He leaned back on his elbows, making sure he was looking at her face despite the amazing distractions, and hoping that opening up his legs a bit would relieve the pinch on his still growing length. "A tie? Have you ever seen me wear a tie?" Now he knew she was just teasing him. "well, other than the bowtie for the Doctor Who costume." He raised his eyebrows at her, smile on his face. "Well, I do have a nicer pair of jeans and a shirt that doesn't have any obscene words on it, I suppose that'll have to do."

“Well, it’s going to take me a little bit longer to get ready… do you mind if I use the shower first?”

"Sure, Sure." His eyes followed her as she stepped around him towards the shower, his smile never fading. As she stepped into the bathroom he pulled off his shoes, suddenly wondering if she expected him to take a shower. He sniffed at his pits - not really smelly, but then maybe her expectations were probably a lot higher than his. He'd play it by ear.

He stood up and fished in his drawer to pull out jeans that had once been black but had faded to a dark gray from many washings in the rough and tumble dorm laundry room. They fit tightly over his muscled things and bottom, something his ex-girlfriend had always seemed to think was one of his better features. He threw the red Cowboy Bebop t-shirt and the jeans onto the end of the bed, along with the thin runner's compression shorts that were one of his few pairs of underwear that would fit under those jeans. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and unzipped his cargo pants - he figured he'd change, make sure it met her approval, and then if she wanted him to shower he'd just take them back off again in the bathroom.

He straightened as he threw his pants to the side, now wearing only his boxers, and regarded the tent his cock was making in its mostly-erect state. Chris suddenly realized a inescapable truth: Fiona was less than ten feet away, completely naked in that shower. If he opened that door, the only thing that would keep him from seeing what she looked like naked would be the steam on the glass sides of the enclosure. His erection pushed harder at the button on his fly. With quiet steps he walked over to the door - there was no way he'd just open it, but if there was any crack then it'd be hard to resist... but the door closed tightly enough there was no temptation to be had.

He realized he had already begun to stroke himself through the soft cotton of the boxers. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, imagining what her body might look like, a fantasy that he'd indulged in so many times before. He'd seen her in a bikini before, and he'd seen her change in and out of costumes in her bra and panties, but never seen her like she was right now - completely naked, covered in soap and hot water. His cock was so hard now. He pulled down his boxers and gave himself one gentle stroke of skin on skin, his head purple and so ready. One of the few positive things Melissa had told him was about the size of his penis. While he hadn't really compared himself to other guys, and he knew he was smaller than he saw in porn videos, apparently he was bigger than she had been used to. For the last several months though the only thing that had touched his cock was his own hand. He could pump himself off right now so easy - maybe shoot his load into a kleenex or something. But then what if she smelled it when she came out? What would she think of him masturbating right while she was showering. He couldn't do that.

He turned on the TV, letting the drone of a news anchor tell him of the latest atrocities that man was doing to his fellow man. That helped kill his boner fast, allowing him to get dressed without having to wedge an erection into the super-tight jeans. The Cowboy Bebop t-shirt was snug to his torso, making him feel all wrapped up in his clothes in contrast to the baggy outfit he'd worn for the flight. As soon as he heard Fiona turn off her water he killed the TV - no reason to let the terrible reality of the news cycle intrude on their vacation together.

* * *

Chris got ready to hit a silly pose for her when she stepped out of the shower, but the sight of her wrapped only the towel left him speechless. All his practice at not staring seemed to be lost as she pulled out a bra and panties and crossed back to the bathroom. No memory of the TV could stop his resurgent erection, nor the very constricted space of his black jeans. When she emerged again only wearing the bra and panties he knew that his jaw must be hanging open. As his brain desperately tried to reassert control, he could only hope she hadn't noticed in her focus on her clothing preparations.

"Okay, roomie! It's all yours!”

He stared as she bent over her backpack, the dragon pendant bouncing between her breasts, seemingly barely held back by her bra. Her curvy bottom jutted out as she did so, wrapped only in the thin material of her boyshorts. He'd never seen such an amazing sight before his eyes - and when she looked up and smiled at him, he felt the burning in his cheeks that matched the hard pressure of his cock against the zipper of his jeans.

"Yeah, okay, thanks." Chris took two steps back and practically fled into the bathroom.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She giggled as he rushed into the bathroom, clearly eager to get his chance in the shower. She sat down in the desk chair, setting out her makeup, getting ready to go out. Her experience with makeup came largely from doing monster effects; she had worked on some big haunted houses when she was little, and learned to sculpt and make silicon molds from the older guys that had been doing it for years. They did most of the actual application with airbrushes, but a lot of the principals were the same with beauty makeup; you were working in contrasts, highlights and shadows, not drawing the look you wanted so much as directing the eye so that it looked like your desired shape was there on it’s own. Still, the colors and techniques for beauty makeup are entirely different, and she really didn't have a keen grasp on it until college, when she started not just doing stage makeup but actual makeup for the girls in the dorm when they wanted to go out on weekends. Countless hours of youtube tutorials had refined her technique… now she felt much more comfortable doing a basic beauty application, although she had come about it from a pretty roundabout way as compared to most other girls.

She knew she’d be wearing a LOT of makeup this week, so she opted to keep it simple. She used a really light, breathable concealer, and just a small bit of contouring… and then just a bit of eyeshadow and a dark liquid lip liner. She used a brush, carefully following the contour of her lip; it was subtle, but the shape of her mouth was actually a really nice feature of hers if she allowed it to show.

She packed up her makeup. They were going to be scattering stuff all over this room all week, so they should be really careful to clean up when they could. In fact, as she looked at the bed, She realized that Chris had forgotten his zippered toiletries case when he had run into the bathroom. She looked at it for a second. Shouldn't she bring it to him? At the very least, he was going to need his toothbrush… there might even be something he needs while he's in there. She picked it up, and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Chris?” She called out, not sure if he could hear her over the high pressure shower. “you left your toiletry case out here, don't you need it?” She listened, but couldn't tell if he was answering at all. She knocked again. “do you want me to bring it in to you?” again she listened. It sound like he was saying SOMETHING, but she just couldn't tell what. Well, he's probably saying yes, she reasoned… he must need this…

She averted her eyes as she opened the door, stepping inside… she was aware of Chris jumping a bit as the door opened, but didn't want to look to see why; she remembered how transparent the shower glass was. Instead she quickly set his case on the counter. “just bringing you your toiletries… sorry!” she said quickly, stepping right back out again, shutting the door.

She went to her suitcase, and took out her dress. It was something she had made just for nights like tonight: something simple to do but that would look good. She had gotten her hands on a few yards of a nice, stretchy poly blend fabric with a print of the world map of one of her favorite old vintage games on it, and had used it to mimic the pattern from a chichic sheath minidress she had found online. The result was, she though, a very sexy dress that still proudly announced her nerd cred. She stepped into it, and pulled it up her legs, tugging it into place snuggly over her butt. She pulled it up over her arms, and tugged it over her breasts, making sure it sat snugly in place. It was predominantly blue, so she had picked out some really daring light blue heels to go with it, which she pulled on, sitting on the bed as she carefully fastened their tiny little buckles…

The door to the bathroom opened, and she smiled up at Chris as he came out. “just in time!” she said as she stood up, much taller in her heels, her body looking longer and leaner in her sheath dress, her rear end sitting up high because of her shoes. She reached back, pulling her hair away, revealing the open zipper of her dress extending all the way down to her lower back, revealing the small clasp of her bra. “could you zip me up?”

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris closed the door behind him and leaned on the sink, staring at himself in the mirror but really only visualizing Fiona wearing only her bra and panties. It still amazed him how much it turned him on to look at her even though he’d never seen her naked. When he had first started getting together with her to work on costumes she would go into the next room to take off a shirt to try on the top of her costume, then come back to ask his opinion and look at herself in the mirror. As they worked together more and got to know each other better that had changed, and she just asked him to close his eyes or look away, leaving him to imagine the sight of her pulling off her clothes. One day she had asked him if it was okay if she just changed right there, and he had barely been able to say anything in his excitement and blushing, but she’d taken his brief nod as agreement.

When he started to help out with the college theatre he realized that was pretty normal. Actors sometimes got changed very quickly between scenes, and there were plenty of bodies in underwear to be seen if you worked backstage. He heard a very curvy drama student comment that bathing suits covered a lot less than normal undergarments, but the taboo of seeing a woman in a bra and panties made it more impactful. Until today Chris had never seen anything more than a peek of bra or underwear from Fiona, but the fact that it was just a peek had its own power. Late at night in his bed he wondered why seeing a glimpse of Fiona panties as she tried on a skirt turned him on as much as when he’d gotten naked with his ex-girlfriend Melissa. He had always looked forward to getting back from a date with Melissa and getting naked in his dorm room, and he had loved the act of having sex with Melissa (even if it was pretty much the same routine each time), but he had never really connected with Melissa the way he did with Fiona. As a couple they liked having sex together, but the rest of the time Chris had felt like he was always doing something wrong - or rather she had told him what he was doing wrong. Maybe that’s why their relationship hadn’t lasted past the end of freshman year.

He couldn’t deny that he wanted to have sex with Fiona, even if he could never say that to her or anyone else. The one time when he had gotten a glimpse of a nipple while she changed into costume fueled many nights of fantasy and masturbation when he was back alone in his dorm room. Whenever he was lucky enough to see the impression of a nipple through her top since then had been enough to make him hard. Getting himself off with thoughts of Fiona was practically as good as nights of sex with Melissa had been, and the days spent with her were indescribably better than time he’d spent with Melissa with their clothes on. That made it so worthwhile that Chris never wanted it to end.

Now he was sharing a hotel room with her and somehow had to keep himself from being driven by his gonads. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, then wriggled out of his jeans. He wasn’t sure if what he saw in the mirror should make him laugh or not. His wiry body gave him a very defined shape, including the deep v shape of the crease inside his hips that led straight to the straining bulge of his cock trying to escape his shorts, his tip pushing the elastic band away from his navel.

He paced over to the shower and started it up hot before stripping down his shorts and letting his cock bounce free. Maybe scrubbing clean would help him think of other things, and once he was done with his shower then she’d be all dressed and he could stop being such a pervert about her. After he climbed into the shower he realized he’d left his travel bag in the room, but he certainly wasn’t going to go back out there now - the hotel shampoo and soap would be just fine, and he wouldn’t need to shave until the morning. He got halfway through his shower before he realized he just couldn’t get her off his mind, and his erection wasn’t going anywhere. He couldn’t keep ignoring it; he desperately needed release. As he stroked the soap up and down his cock he closed his eyes, recalling the image of her bent over just a few moments before. He tried to hold that thought just as he held back on his own pleasure, one arm pressed against the shower wall to hold himself up as his body rocked. What would it be like to peel those panties down her beautiful thighs? He imagined burying his tongue between her legs and doing his best to absolutely make her scream. He gave a short grunt as he felt the tension building, his pelvis and fist thrusting at each other. And after he’d done all he could with his tongue, could he ever wish that she’d let him...

He heard the bathroom door open - his eyes flew open, looking straight at the shape of Fiona through the steam. He couldn’t seem much, but the dark color of her bra and panties made it clear she wasn’t any more dressed than she had been in that wonderful moment. The thought of Fiona seeing him like this, naked with his cock out, suddenly rushed through him and his whole body jerked as a huge orgasm turned all of the sexual tension he’d been holding into one burst.

“just bringing you your toiletries… sorry!” He could just hear her over the stream of hot water. He clamped his mouth shut over the groan as his body jerked with the following pulses as his cum spurted over the tiled wall of the shower, his eyes following her shape as she ducked back out of the bathroom, leaving a dark shape on the counter.

As the tension left Chris, regret filled right back in. Oh god, if she’d been able to see what he was doing what would she think? She’d think he was some gross pervert probably - he was sure that’s what Melissa would have said. His hand slowed over his softening penis. Did getting off just this one time mean he had ruined the best thing he had going in his life? He had to hope not. He twisted the dial of the shower until cold water ran over him. If he made sure everything was down the drain, cleaned everything up, and managed to keep himself together maybe it’d all be okay. He had to try.

Chris cleaned up everything that he might have spurted on, scrubbing the tile with a washcloth and sending a wad of sticky toiletpaper down the pipes with the rest of the evidence. A deep breath later and he was ready to dig his deodorant and other niceties out of the toiletries bag that he now realized was what she’d come into the bathroom for. Of course - that was just like her to help him out and make sure he had what he needed for their… no, it couldn’t be a date. Just somewhere they were going. He pulled on his t-shirt and stepped back out into the room, worried that there just might be an angry or hurt Fiona waiting for him.

“just in time! could you zip me up?”

Oh god she looked amazing. He had to be more of a gentleman though, had to do the right thing here.

“Sure, no problem Fiona.” He stepped up and gently pulled the zipper up the long expanse of her beautiful back. He wasn’t going to think about that bra and how it wrapped around her breasts. He wasn’t going to think about that angry unicorn on the butt of her panties. He had just get that out of his mind. He made sure the zipper laid neat and flat at the top of her dress, then stepped around her giving her a big smile.

“That’s the map from the old Thousand Adventures game, isn’t it?” he laughed, “How come I’m not surprised - did you have that custom printed?” He picked up the pair of room keycards from the desk. “Did you know that they planned to have a literal thousand encounters in the game, but the memory on the old computers was so limited they only managed to squeeze in 730?” He offered her one of the cards. “Do you want to … uh .. slip one in your purse?”

He stood, back straight, and formally offered her his elbow to lead her out of the room and towards the elevators. “So, is there dinner at this little something you might have heard of, or should we get some ahead of time?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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He zipped up her dress, and she grinned up at him. He actually looked pretty good. Since she had the idea, she kind of wished he had a nice shirt and tie; it might have felt a little bit like a date. But even still, having him wear anything other than his usual cargo shorts and black baggy t-shirt was a nice change. He was so thin, you kind of missed the fact that he had a pretty nice shape to his body. He wasn’t wiry like a lot of thin guys, but actually had some decent definition to his arms and shoulders. He did a lot of work with his hands, and some of the materials he worked in were pretty heavy; she had seen him do some pretty impressive things in his workshop when it came to what he could lift. In his tight tee-shirt and jeans, you could actually make out the shape of his torso, and she could totally imagine that he would look good without clothes on.

She blushed at that, fussing with her little clutch purse, moving her cellphone and a little bit of cash into it. She knew that he and his old girlfriend had had a pretty sexual relationship. It wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed thinking about. Melissa had been pretty, but she really hadn’t been a good person. Chris clearly enjoyed having someone physically interested in him (she wasn’t sure, but he was so generally shy she wouldn’t be surprised if Melissa had been his first girlfriend ever), but She also seemed to be pretty dismissive and mean to him. Fiona didn’t like seeing ANYONE be mean to her best friend. When they broke up it seemed to be pretty mutual, and he didn’t seem to need much cheering up, so she had refrained from talking badly about Melissa to him, but the truth was she was glad she was gone. Maybe now Chris could find a nice, sweet, beautiful girl like he deserved.

“That’s the map from the old Thousand Adventures game, isn’t it?” She giggled, nodding, turning around for him, letting him see her dress from every angle. Leave it to Chris to recognize the obscure old video game. “How come I’m not surprised - did you have that custom printed?”

She shook her head, holding up her arms, looking down at her own body. “Not exactly… there’s this company online that makes game prints, I just wanted to challenge them.”

He seemed distracted by that, deliberately looking away. “Did you know that they planned to have a literal thousand encounters in the game, but the memory on the old computers was so limited they only managed to squeeze in 730?”

She blinked, lowering her hands, watching him fumble with the keys to the hotel room. He usually really enjoyed talking about her sewing projects. She hoped she hadn’t done anything to upset him. “I heard something about it…” She offered.

“Do you want to… uh... slip one in your purse?”

She reached forward, taking the key from him. He was being kind of weird. Was it just the excitement of the Con? She took his elbow as he asked about dinner as they left the room and started down the hallway. “I think it’s just a small party, but there’s probably food there?” She shrugged, and leaned against his arm as he pressed the elevator button. “I don’t really want to make a whole big thing of it, just have a little fun and then get back upstairs to bed…” She looked up at him with a big excited grin, bounding a little bit as she gripped his arm with both hands. “Tomorrow is a big day!”

The Hotel bar was just off the lobby, and it had about a hundred people in it, mostly college kids around their age. There were no decorations or anything, but someone had set up a few bluetooth speakers and was basically DJing with their phone, and there was a pretty impressive dance floor happening. Fiona squealed as she recognized several popular cosplayers out in their regular clothes, pointing them out to Chris. She really was a fan of the craft, and what she admired about these people was their WORK, but there was a certain air of celebrity about them all the same. She dragged him out onto the dancefloor, and got him to dance with her a little bit, grabbing his arms and squealing with delight at his half-hearted attempts to keep up with her before she acquiesced and retreated with him to the bar.

Just like she had suspected, there were a few dozen pizzas that some generous soul had ordered, and they both ate… Fiona bought them both drinks at the bar, her fake ID still as good as it ever was, even in a different state. She leaned in to Chris so he could hear her as she continued to exclaim each new observation she made about the people in the bar, and how excited she was about tomorrow.

Part of her was so nervous she could barely sit still. Could they really compete with these people?

 

[GirlWatch]

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“I don’t really want to make a whole big thing of it, just have a little fun and then get back upstairs to bed… Tomorrow is a big day!”

With that kind of excitement showing in her bright green eyes, there was never a chance that Chris would say “no” to her, particularly with her hands holding him and her body so close. And the “going back to bed” part - it made his heart do a little flip. The whole idea of lying in the same bed with her was incredibly thrilling, he couldn’t dismiss the thought of seeing more of her like after her shower, something he wanted to see more of - but he had to not screw things up.

Chris had never been good at dancing. He was actually much better at dancing video games - those were all about reflexes and patterns, and he was good at reflexes and patterns. He was also good at being very self-conscious in large crowds, and there were so many people inside of this bar. When Fiona dragged him out onto the floor he felt like the least stylish, least handsome, and least coordinated man on the floor - but it was with Fiona, and that made all the difference. For a brief while he even forgot about the other people: one of Fiona’s favorite songs came on and she grabbed his arms and jumped up and down with the opening beats before doing some silky smooth wave of her body that had his eyes tracing over all of her curves. For some reason the moment seemed right and for just a few bars of the song he put his hands on her hips and they waved back and forth together to the sultry voice of the pop singer, their eyes looking right into each other. For that moment Chris forgot that there was anyone else in the whole room - just him and Fiona. Then the beat kicked back in again and Fiona was bouncing and laughing and another couple bounced into their space and Chris was totally aware of just how many people there were here again. He was glad when she decided they needed a sit down for pizza and a drink.

He recognized many of the cosplayers as soon as Fiona pointed them out. Many of them had a distinctive style that they carried from their favorite cosplay roles into the way they were dressed tonight. A woman who was known for her anime portrayals was getting a lot of attention in her stockings and short skirt that made it easy to imagine what she might look like in costume tomorrow. A broad-chested man moved with impressive grace on the dancefloor, to no small notice of admirers of both genders, and Fiona pointed him out for his cosplay as fighting video game characters. Chris found himself hoping her eyes didn’t linger too long on the rippling muscles that his tank-top was showing off.

Other cosplayers Chris found he was looking at with a more critical eye. Some looked great in still photographs, but now that he saw them in person he wondered how much photo retouching might have been involved to transform them into the final product as shown. A man who seemed to always portray charming heroes was having an angry looking argument with a woman in the shadows by a far wall. For every potential competitor that had a great figure and a sinuous dance style, there was another who was … well, just another person like himself. Of course, none of this told them what kind of costumes, makeup, and props would be on display in the days to come.

He turned back to his drink and found himself looking down the bar at a woman who had recently posted a great Harley Quinn cosplay series on one of the communities he and Fiona were part of. Her hair was dyed a brilliant green and tied back in pigtails, something that he was sure they’d be seeing tomorrow in whatever her costume was. She wore bright yellow leggings that seemed practically painted on her and a snug white crop-top shirt emblazoned with the logo of a company that specialized in importing Japanese entertainment into the US. She had her back to the bar, laughing with a group of male admirers who surely had noticed, just as Chris did, that she clearly had no bra on under that top.

Chris barely heard Fiona say something over the noise of the bar and felt her hand on his arm. He turned back to her and heard her say something about being excited for tomorrow. He leaned down and in a bit more so he could hear her, just as she lifted her face up towards his, and they almost banged heads together. Instead their noses just brushed, their eyes locked, and he felt the warmth of her breath on his face, a mixture of smells from her shampoo, her sweat, and her last drink. Her lips were so close to his … so very close. All the noise and lights and people of the room faded into the background. Every fiber of his heart willed him to lean in just a little more and kiss those wonderful lips.

No. He pulled back, a nervous smile on his face. He shouldn’t have had that last drink - he nearly banged his head right into her face right when she needed to be at her most beautiful best for the convention. Clearly his reflexes and balance were a little off, and if he thought she’d want him to kiss her then his judgment was clearly off too. He had to focus himself on what they were here for. His smile softened and grew more natural - looking into her eyes he knew even more that he wanted her to be happy.

“You ready to get your beauty sleep before the big first day?” He let himself close his hand on her shoulder and give her a gentle squeeze. He slid off the bar stool, her hand squeezing a bit on his arm as she followed. Chris smiled - some women could move so smoothly in restrictive skirts and on high heels. It felt good to have her holding his arm as they left the room, the warmth of her touch on his skin. There was a quiet that seemed to descend around them once the noise of the dance floor was behind them, a quiet that made it all the more feel like it was just them, even as other hotel guests moved past them in the halls.

As the elevator lifted them up to their floor, he found himself looking into their reflection in polished metal. Her head leaned on his shoulder, their arms still wrapped together. Chris felt a combination of tiredness from travel and dancing, the light buzz of his drinks, and a deep contentment at the feeling of Fiona so close to him.

He looked down at her as their elevator opened up, that gentle smile radiating from his face, and led her out. He hated to have to take his hand off her as he fished out their room card. He swiped the door lock and pushed the door open for her. She stepped in he blurted, "You know, you're going to be so amazing tomorrow - I'm sure of it."

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Fiona sipped at her vodka and cranberry, looking around at all the kids dancing in the bar. While most of them were just fellow nerds, her eye kept falling on the cosplayers that she had admired online. The girl at the end of the bar in particular, looking so vibrant and sexy, with her crowd of admirers. Fiona was pretty confident in her body; she worked very hard to look good, and knew that she had some amazing costumes thanks to Chris. But she was little; she’d been small her whole life, and hadn’t really started to feel like she was attractive until the end of high school. To see how bold and confident the girl at the bar was made those old feelings of inadequacy bubble up to the surface. Why didn’t SHE have a crowd of guys admiring her?

The answer was obvious, she knew. She had a date. She looked up at Chris, who seemed lost in his own head, looking at the crowd. They weren’t really on a date, of course, but she knew how they looked. People mistook them for a couple a lot, because they were so comfortable with each other. She sipped her drink, letting herself look at him. She really didn’t mind when people made that mistake. Being with him was fun; it was just a little embarrassing trying to explain the reality of the situation; that they were just friends. Chris looked down the bar, and she watched him look over the girl down there. She swallowed, watching him look at her body. She reached up, resting a hand on his bicep. “Do you think I’m as pretty as she is?” she asked, not sure what answer she was looking for.


He looked back at her, his expression searching, as though he hadn’t heard what she said. She just smiled, and shook her head, suddenly embarrassed that she had even asked him about it. What was she even thinking? As he leaned down, she pulled herself up by her grip on his arm, half-shouting. “I can’t believe we're here! I’m so excited!”

They both seemed to lean into each other for a moment. She blinked, looking up into his eyes. He had really pretty eyes, she smiled. He was just the best. She was so lucky to have someone so sweet and supportive…

“Gah!” She exclaimed as their noses brushed, almost bumping heads. She reached up and rubbed her nose, giggling. She held up her drink, placing the tiny little stirring straw in her lips, sipping playfully, smiling up at him at how ridiculous that was.

“You ready to get your beauty sleep before the big first day?”

She nodded, feeling him place a hand on her shoulder and helping her down from the stool. She sipped the last of her cup and left it on the bar, wrapping her arm around his bicep, holding herself close to him as they slipped from the hotel bar and out into the lobby. She loved the feeling of walking with him here, of in a distant state together, sharing a hotel, getting ready to have an adventure… like it was just the two of them in the whole world. As they stood in the elevator together, with the quiet muzak piped around them, she clutched his arm with her opposite hand and leaned into his shoulder, smiling happily. She wasn’t drunk, but she had a fun little warmth in her tummy. With such a huge, momentous day behind them and a wild, exciting week ahead of them, it felt wonderful to just enjoy the calm with him. She continued to hold his arm as they made their way down the hall to their room, and as he swiped the door open.

"You know, you're going to be so amazing tomorrow - I'm sure of it."

She grinned, stepping into the room as he held the door open. “WE’RE going to be amazing!” she said, plopping down onto the bed to unfasten the buckles on her shoes. She looked up at him, leaning her chin on her own naked shoulder. “Do you think we should do the Legend of Blood Moon costume first tomorrow?” She asked… referring to the intensely clever costume they had put together based on an incredibly cool classic game that was such a deep cut they were sure no one had ever done it before, but that they were certain would be an instant classic. “Or is it smarter to start with something more mainstream and hold on to the clever stuff until later?”

She slipped her shoes off, and sat up, turning her back to Chris, pulling her hair back, looking over her shoulder at him so he could unzip her dress. “I mean… part of me wants to really knock them out right away… but maybe it’s better to do that with something more mainstream that’s just really well done? Like the elven priestess?” She slipped her dress off her shoulders, and wiggled it down her body, stepping out of it, and taking it to the closet, hanging it up on a hanger. She went to her drawers, and found a nice, comfy pair of camisole pajamas. She tugged the bottoms up her legs, tying the drawstring, and the pulled the top over her arms, and lifting it up over her head, shaking her hair out as she tugged it down to her tummy. She reached around her back, and unfastened her bra, letting it slip off her arms inside her top, and then pulled it free from the front of her top, setting it over in her suitcase with the rest of her laundry from today. She looked up at Chris, seeing that he was also changing into his PJs, and grinned. “I’ll give you some privacy.” she said, slipping into the bathroom to quickly scrub her face to take off her makeup, and to brush her teeth.

She slipped out again, and tugged down the covers on the bed, slipping inside. “Do you want to leave the lights on for a bit? Are you going to read?”

 

[GirlWatch]

"You know, you're going to be so amazing tomorrow - I'm sure of it."

“WE’RE going to be amazing! … Do you think we should do the Legend of Blood Moon costume first tomorrow? Or is it smarter to start with something more mainstream and hold on to the clever stuff until later?”

He smiled at down at her, always glad to be included in her enthusiasm for their shared work, even though he knew that what really made the costume special was Fiona and the way she could completely own the character (and look amazing while doing it). As she turned to present her zipper he knelt down next to by the bed and slowly pulled the zipper down, loving the reveal of her creamy back crossed by the navy bra strap. Even if he hadn’t been distracted by the excuse to put his hands on her (or at least her dress) again he knew that she still needed to complete her thought.

“I mean… part of me wants to really knock them out right away… but maybe it’s better to do that with something more mainstream that’s just really well done? Like the elven priestess?”

He nodded and stood back up. “Everyone, even the fan voters, is going to be completely distracted by the exhibits and the first day news that gets announced. The costumes people wear tomorrow…” He stumbled a moment as she wiggled the dress over the curves of her bottom, until he saw that angry unicorn staring at him and realized he’d stopped talking. “... well, they have a good chance of getting forgotten.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she pulled on what he could only guess were pajamas. Somehow in his head he’d expected her wearing some hugely oversize t-shirt and shorts or even long pajama pants. While this outfit wasn’t sexy lingerie, seeing her put it on was very sexy and he was feeling that awkward pressure in his pants. He babbled a bit, feeling it would be super obvious if he just went silent.

“Remember that uh, blog you sent me about tips for the cosplay contestants? I remember one thing she said was about how she wore a really … umm.” God he’d seen Melissa do that trick with taking off her bra under a t-shirt before and it seemed like magic. Fiona doing it under the much smaller camisole made him nearly lose his train of thought. “.. well, daring outfit on the first day, and then she had that Korean photographer that wouldn’t stop following her around the entire rest of the con?” He realized he’d just been standing there, so he turned to his own drawers, grabbed his pajama shorts and tried to quickly and quietly rip them out of the plastic bag they had been sold in. He was becoming even more aware of his erection, so he tried to casually hold the shorts in front of his crotch as she turned around.

“So yeah, maybe the elven priestess. It will let us see what the competition is doing and it’s not really our strongest one.” He liked the way the white LEDs in the priestess’s tiara gave it a subtle glow, but he felt the other props he’d made for that costume were pretty expected and unremarkable by convention contest standards. He did enjoy the excuse to help braid her hair that the costume allowed, with the braids wrapping through the tiara’s hidden bands that helped keep it in place no matter how Fiona might twirl and pose.

She grinned at him and he hoped that his awkwardness wasn’t too obvious as he made sure his eyes didn’t drift down to the front of her camisole, at least not while she was making eye contact with him.

“I’ll give you some privacy.”

He let out a nervous breath. “Yeah, uh, thanks.” He gave in and let his eyes roam all over her once she turned away to head to the bathroom, watching until she was through the doorway. He waited for a moment, expecting to see the door close, until he heard the sink faucet and realized she had expected to leave it open. He pushed down his pants and quickly gave them a fold before tossing them on top of his suitcase quickly followed by his shirt. He paused there in his tight underwear, wondering what normal people did in a situation like this. He’d been lucky enough to always have a single dorm room, and hadn’t worn pajamas for years. The first time he shared a bed with Melissa he’d worn boxers and she’d worn a t-shirt and panties, but those had come off that first night and they’d never worn clothes to bed since. But what got him out of his analysis paralysis was that the compression shorts would minimize his erection, which otherwise would be very obvious. Fortunately the pajama bottoms were a bit longer than the undershorts too.

He edged up to the bathroom door and leaned in to make sure it was okay to come in. Seeing Fiona brushing her teeth he joined her and got out his own toothbrush. He couldn’t help stealing a glance at her chest and the neckline of her camisole as she leaned forward to put away her toiletries. Once she headed back to the room he washed his face and gave his chest and armpits a quick wipe-down. With a deep breath he looked at himself in the mirror and stepped back through the door to the sight of Fiona tucked into the bed.

“Do you want to leave the lights on for a bit? Are you going to read?”

“I, uh, wasn’t planning on it,” His eyes flicked to where his kindle sat recharging from the flight, but he saw she wasn’t holding onto a book or reader. “So, I’ll get the lights.” He reached over and flipped off the lights. The light of the moon and the harbor buildings shone dimly through the sheers pulled over the windows. The soft light on Fiona’s face made his heart skip a beat. He slid into the bed, careful to leave plenty of space between them, but he found it hard to take his eyes off of her. He lay there on his side facing her, a smile on his face.

“Good night” he whispered. He felt like saying so much more, but didn’t dare want to ruin the moment.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“I, uh, wasn’t planning on it,”

Fiona snuggled herself down into the bed. This was actually more of Chris than she usually saw. He was naked to the waist, and his pajamas were actually shorts. She felt a small flutter when she realized that not only was his chest pretty well toned for a guy so thin, but he actually had those little bits of definition around his hips, making those small lines of muscle that seemed to point downward into his shorts… She realized where she was looking, and quickly turned over in the bed, blushing a little. THAT would be inappropriate, she thought, if he caught me looking at him before we went to bed together.

“Good night” she said happily, thinking about the reality that they were about to sleep in the same bed. She hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since she broke up with Bret, and while she really couldn’t actively regret some of the fun they had gotten up to, the experience of actually sleeping next to him had lost some of it’s appeal as it became clear that they weren’t destined to end well. The idea of simply sharing a comfy bed with a good friend actually made her feel really good; like she was about to have a sleepover. She just hoped she didn’t snore or drool or anything and gross him out.

With the lights out, the quiet sounds of the city below trickled into the room, but the only real sound was the air conditioner, and Chris’s soft breathing behind her. She took a happy breath, and cuddled down into her pillow.

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Something heavy and warm.

Fiona’s eyes didn’t open, not right away. She had that small moment of confusion when she wasn’t sure where she was, but the quality of the light coming from the city through the curtains and the gentle sound of the air conditioner reminded her that she was in the hotel bed. She smiled at that, remembering that they were on their adventure…

Chris. She realized what had happened… She had snuggled back into Chris. She felt her embarrassment rise up in her belly. They had fallen asleep WELL away from each other with plenty of room to spare, but she had somehow managed to cross that space, her natural affinity to cuddle overriding sense. She was still facing away from him, but she could feel the warmth of his body curled up around her… she must have been wriggling herself back into him in her sleep. Should she try to scoot away?

His arm moved. He was asleep, she could tell, but it seemed to react to her presence, cradling her a little bit. She bit her lip. This felt good. His arm was cool (his naked skin seemed to be taking to the air conditioner well), and she could feel the firm muscle of his forearm resting against her hip. Absently, not wanting to wake him or do anything that would let on that she was awake, she nuzzled herself back into him a little more, letting her body line up with his, her shoulders aligning with his bare chest, her lower back with his tummy. She shivered a bit. Oh…. my. She knew Chris had a nice body, but she hadn’t really thought about how it might feel to have him hold her like this. Still, she didn’t want to do anything that she’d have to explain… Absently… she slid her hand down a bit, finding his arm, and pulled it, ever so slowly, up to her tummy. She wrapped her arm around it, breathing quietly, feeling Chris hold her. It was so… she was so comfortable, and happy, and safe. She wriggled herself back into him a little bit more…

Oh.

Is that?

Her eyes grew wider.

He couldn’t realize it, but the front of his pajamas was lining up with her backside, and as she scooted back to snuggle into him… he seemed to nuzzle forward a bit as well… and… yea. She bit her lip. He was… pretty hard right now. It was lining right up with the cleft of her backside, through her pajama bottoms and panties. She could feel the naked skin of their legs absently entwining. She should REALLY scoot away from him. She didn’t want to embarrass him…

But…

Huh.

She deliberately leaned her head into the pillows, closing her eyes. She was supposed to be asleep. But… was he… was he actually…. Kind of… Her hand slipped away from Chris’s arm on her tummy, and slipped down to her hip. Cautiously, as though she was asleep, not wanting to do anything that might let on that she noticed ANYTHING… she slipped her hand back, and rested it on Chris’s hip. She took a breath, biting her lip, and nuzzled her backside into him, gripping his hip to hold him steady. The bulge in his pajamas worked up over her pajamas, and she felt it pressing into her lower back.

Jesus. Chris was BIG.

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris had the most wonderful dream. Fiona and were on a picnic blanket as the sun set over a picturesque harbor scene. It must have been the fourth of July, because as darkness fell there started to be fireworks. Fiona leaned her shoulder into him and they watched together, so close he felt her warm skin through her light summer top. The dream shifted the way dreams do and then they were lying down on the blanket, now with only a faint moon for light, with her spooning into him. Her firm bottom pressed against him and his hand slid over to rest across her belly, holding her close, even as her hand reached back to hold his hip. He could feel his cock growing, pushing along his shorts, and her bottom wiggled into him in encouragement. The wonderful pressure of their bodies together felt so good.

Dimly Chris realized he was lying in bed, but his foggy brain wasn’t quite clear on whether he was dreaming or not. It felt so wonderful it must be a dream, but.. He felt her backside rub against the front of his shorts and the sensation of it was very, very real. Not only was it wonderfully stimulating everything up and down the front of his length, it was also working his pajama shorts down his front. Consciousness was rapidly clearing his head, along with the startling question in his mind: was Fiona just dreaming or was she awake? He certainly didn’t to wake her up. He carefully kept his breathing steady and deep, even as his heart pounded and his erection hardened. His tip was now pressing hard against the band of his undershorts. For all the control he had struggled to keep during the day, his desire was burning urgently now, the appeal of her body next to his so hard to deny.

Her bottom wriggled against him again and impulsively he moved his body in response, trying to make it seem as if it was a sleepy adjustment. His hips ground against her firm backside so that as her bottom wiggled downward, his cock pressed upward and against her. At the same time, his hand slid upward from her belly to slide between one breast and the bed, his fingers curling to gently cup her. Then he relaxed again, remaining as if still asleep, though now many of the sensations were even more thrilling than before. The push of his hips had let the tip of his cock spring free of his undershorts, and the whole sequence had pushed up the hem of her camisole, and now the hot and sensitive underside of his glans rested against the warm, bare skin of her back. As his hand gently held her breast he could appreciate the size and firmness of it as he only could have imagined before. What made his heart race all the more was the wonderful feeling of a hard nipple separated from his fingers by only the thin, soft material of her top.

He took a long, deep breath trying to make it as much as possible like a sleeper who had just found a new comfortable position. The feel of her body so warm and intimately close was blissful, and there was an unusual thrill in feeling his cock pressed against her, the most sensitive part touching her, but also bound back into place by the waistband of his compression shorts.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Chris seemed to shuffle behind her, and she froze. She had wanted her hand on him to seem innocuous, but was she gripping him too tightly? Would he wonder what she was doing? Her eyes widened as he moved… she felt him working the bulge in her pants against her backside. She bit her tongue, trying to still the quiver that fluttered up from her spine, keeping it firmly in her pussy where it started. Oh… wow… he was… actually…. Kind of THRUSTING. She clenched her eyes tight, not wanting to let on that she was feeling it, but still squirming back against him again, surprised at just how together they could feel. His arm around her made her feel so comfy and warm, but the way his hard cock nuzzled itself against her… She felt herself want to wriggle in delight, but knew that would be ridiculous.

Suddenly, he seemed to shuffle again, the arm that she had pulled up and over her body slid upward… right up to her chest, his hand cradling her tit. She lay there, frozen, not sure what she should do… but as his gentle breathing continued, it became clear that he had just shifted in his sleep. He had no idea where his hand was. She should move it. If he woke up right now, he’d be so embarrassed…

But… before she did…

She worked her arm, as subtly as she could, down and under his, letting her fingertips ease up, slowly… touching his hand… careful not to do anything that didn’t seem just like something a sleeping person would do…. And cupped her hand around his, holding it tight against her breast. She closed her eyes, pulling his arm tight around her, snuggling back into him again, wiggling her bottom back into him, letting the sensation of his cock nuzzling itself into the cleft of her bum give her her own, secret little thrill. It felt SO good…

But she had moved too much, and he seemed to shift again, squeezing her, thrusting his cock against her… she felt the tip slip up under her pajama top… and… Oh. Oh god. Her eyes opened wider. Oh GOD. that’s… Was it, though? She had to find out. She concentrated on her breathing, on seeming like she was asleep… thinking about it. How could she do this?

Finally, the best option seemed to take shape in her mind. She needed to find some way to turn herself so that she could easily drape her hand to the front of him, without letting on that she was doing it deliberately. Her right shoulder was pressed into the bed, with his left arm draped over her left side, cradling her breast. (were his fingers… deliberately falling right around her nipple? No, that’s crazy…) Carefully, as though it made perfect sense to do so, she dropped her left shoulder forward, tucking her hand down under her body… And rolled. She slipped away from his arm, already missing how snug and comfy he was, and flipped out onto her back, with her left arm splayed outward, stretched out into the spot beside him where he body had just been snuggled into him… Carefully but mindlessly, as though it was part of the same mid, sleep shuffle, she let her hand fall carelessly over the front of his pajama shorts.

She exhaled quietly, hoping it sounded like her normal sleepy-breathing. His cockhead was extended up out of the top of his pajamas. He has actually been rubbing it into the naked skin of her back. Her imagination roared at the thought, but she had more pressing concerns at the moment, because she couldn’t believe how BIG he seemed to be. She didn’t have a lot to compare it to; Bret, obviously, and Ricky Macavoy from high school… and porn, obviously, but she was worldly enough to understand that porn cocks were something else completely. But Chris… he almost seemed to qualify. The head of his cock felt swollen in the palm of her hand. Slowly, she tried to move her palm around the top, wrapping her fingers around him gently, trying to get a better sense of him. Lying on her back, facing the dark ceiling of their hotel room, she started to bend her elbow, and gently easy her hand into the shallow opening in his pajama elastic made by his cock standing out from his belly, trying to gauge just how thick he seemed to be...

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris lay there, his mind racing. Keep his eyes closed, but don't squeeze them shut, lightly closed like a sleeper. Keep his breathing easy. He just wanted to savor all of these wonderful feelings, and just see where this was going to go. Oh god he knew where he wanted it to go, but surely he couldn't be that lucky.

She started moving again, her hand moving up to where his left hand cupped her right breast. Oh no, maybe she was going to pull his hand away, but instead she pressed his hand into her. He could feel her stiff nipple press between his pointer and middle finger and had to resist the temptation to lightly squeeze them between the joints of those fingers. He loved the feel of the nipple, always loved playing with a girl's breasts. He wondered how sensitive her breasts and nipples might be, and felt his erection edge just a tiny bit bigger as it strained against his undershorts. A wonderful tension was radiating out from his cock.

He lay there enjoying the warmth and closeness of her when she started to roll over away from him. He figured couldn't really pretend to be asleep and keep her from moving so he reluctantly let his arm pulled free, though he enjoyed the feeling of her nipple sliding along his fingers for that brief moment. He regretted that he hadn't thought of a way to slide his hand under her top - as wonderful as her breast had felt through the camisole it would have been all the more warm and sensual bare to his touch. He tried to anticipate her movement and guessed that maybe she was rolling onto her front, so he pulled his arm down her back as she rolled with a hope of resting on her beautiful backside. Instead she turned all the way over onto her back and with a thump of his heart he realized his hand was now laying along her inner thigh right below the hem of her pajama bottoms. That might be too much, he worried, a place his hand had even less right to be than her breast.

For a split second he thought that perhaps the moment was over and he should pull his hand back and roll away from her, but as she settled onto her back her hand slipped out and fell lightly right across the waistband of his shorts. It took everything he had not to jump at the sensation of her hand upon the head of his penis at full mast. His breath caught for a moment, but then he turned that into a long exhale.

At least then he was concentrating on keeping to his breathing when the electric feeling of her palm slowly circling that most sensitive underside of his glans. It seemed like what he'd seen in some edging porn videos when a woman wanted to tease the man, and it felt amazing. Then her fingers started to curl around him. He was so caught up in the sensation that it wasn't until her fingers started sliding down to his waistband that he realized that there was no way she was sleep-fondling him this deliberately, and that made his heart leap.

Had she noticed the bulge he'd been sporting so much since they got here? Had Melissa crowed (or complained) about his size to other women around campus? Was Fiona just curious? She certainly knew by now that he was circumcised, that was for sure. Her fingertips reached the tight waistband of his undershorts, so if she hadn't known before now she knew why he hadn't been tenting out the loose flannel of his pajama shorts. The waistband of the pajama shorts were a full inch lower thanks to the grinding from earlier. He loved the feel of her fingers slowly stroking down the top portion of his shaft, curling around his girth. He knew she'd be feeling the hotness of his skin stretched over his fully erect cock. Absently he was glad he'd masturbated only a few hours before, so her explorations wouldn't cause him to prematurely erupt on her hand. It felt so erotic to have her inch her fingers over him.

So many thoughts raced through him. He had really enjoyed slow mutual masturbation with previous girlfriends; it was as far as he'd gotten with a girl until meeting Melissa in college. He adored being able to help a lover reach that quivering edge. Just thinking of that made his cock twitch against her fingers, as if it was trying to free itself. He took a long breath, hoping that he was right about what she was doing, and slowly started to move his left hand.

He started just gently stroking the tips of his fingers across her inner thigh, ready to stop if it seemed like he'd made a terrible mistake. Then he let his hand slowly stroke upwards, fingertips sliding under the loose lower edge of her pajama bottoms. He realized his breathing was no longer the deep, slow faked sleeper's breath but figured they were clearly past that point. His hand slid back and forth in small motions, each time a little higher just as her fingers explored a little lower down his shaft, until they were under her pajama bottoms and right up to the edge of her boyshort panties. His imagination spun with curiousity about what he was about to find - each of the few girls he'd been intimate with had been different in all sorts of little ways and he had been fascinated by each one. With a long exhale he lightly lifted his hand to go farther, feeling his fingertip quiver with nerves as they skimmed over the minimal boyshort leg to the crease between thigh and belly. His fingertips followed that crease down to between her legs, skimming over her sex and then back up to her mons where he let it come to rest.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She inhaled sharply when his cock twitched in her hand. She froze, holding her hand there, not wanting to do anything that might reveal that she wasn’t just sleeping, even though the idea of her hand snaking down into the waistband of his pajamas and underwear… what kind of underwear was this, anyway…. And to slide her fingertips around the top of his cock, slowly exploring her way downward. His hand was resting lightly on her ribs, she knew that if he WAS awake, he’d be able to feel her every breath. She kept still, waiting for some indication of whether the twitch of his cock in her hand meant that he was waking up, or just that he had reacted to her touch in his sleep.

But then what? Was she going to keep fondling him? This wasn’t right! She was basically molesting him in his sleep! He was her best friend in the whole world. She had INSISTED that he share the bed with her, and look what she was doing to him! He’d be so disappointed in her if he woke up and found her fondling his… admittedly very impressively big cock…

His hand moved. She bit her lip. Oh god… he was waking up. She tried to think of an explanation…

But he wasn’t moving his body stayed still, lying on his side, breathing evenly. His hand just slipped down her body, slowly, as though all on it’s own. Oh god… was he doing this on purpose? Was he dreaming? It moved down, past her tummy, and her tummy, and slipped past the waistband of her pajama bottoms… She bit her lip, closing her eyes. Her fingers eased around his cock a little bit, wanting to feel the vein running along his underside. His touch slipped further down, to her leg, and she fought the urge to whimper at the cool sensation of his fingers sliding along her naked skin… ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she felt his fingertips sliding up the inside of her thigh… She parted her legs for him, reaching further down into his underwear, gripping his cock a little bit more… His fingertips were inside her camisole bottoms tracing the inside of her thigh… they found the seam of her panties. Just along the inside of her leg… over the bare skin that was completely bare thanks to her spa trip that weekend…

She whimpered softly. She couldn’t help it. Her hand was completely inside his shorts… her fingers barely fit around his cock, gripping him at his base…

Just as his fingertips slipped inside her pajamas, and traced over the soft, moist little cleft in her panties, where the thin material sat snugly against the tenderest part of her dewy little pussy, shooting a shivering little thrill right up through her, before his palm rested right on her vulva…

She squirmed, sliding her hand up, and out of his shorts, careful not to disturb him anymore. Oh…. oh GOD. oh god oh god oh GOD. She rolled, facing the opposite wall, retreating into a tiny little ball, pulling the sheet over her. Oh GOD that felt good. All she wanted to do was roll back and kiss him, and stroke his thick cock, and beg him to touch her some more… but oh GOD this was so bad. She bit her lip, praying to god that it was all something Chris was doing in his sleep, that he wouldn’t know anything about it in the morning. She was SUCH a bad friend! How could she…

But she still wanted it. She wanted him so bad… She bit her lip, gripping the sheets to keep from touching herself.

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris had to stifle a groan as her hand pushed all the way down into his undershorts and her fingers gripped around the base of his penis. The anticipation of what she would do next ran through him, all of his nerves on fire for her touch. He wanted her to feel as good as he did. He slid his fingertip lightly over her panties - the fabric was both smoother and thinner than he had guessed. His heart was dancing at the thought of pleasing her, teasing her through this soft fabric. He felt the fabric dampen as his finger traced a line between her lips and up onto her mons. With delight he realized that he felt no hair, not even a trimmed little tuft. He’d never been with a woman completely shaved before, and that just added to the thrill of the moment.

Just as his excited discovery peaked, her hand retreated abruptly from his shorts, her fingers fleeing away from his cock. He heart dropped deep into his stomach. Clearly he’d made a stupid, stupid, over eager mistake. Whatever she might have been curious or thinking about, he had clearly ruined it all. She rolled away from him and he pulled his hand back as she went. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, his cock half in and half out of his shorts but deflating in his misery. Moving his hands slowly he adjusted himself to tuck everything back into his shorts, then raised his hands to his face as he let out a long, quiet sign. How much had he screwed things up? He wouldn’t really know until morning.

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Morning came early for Chris thoughts of the night heavy in his mind. He looked over at Fiona to see her still curled up with sheets pulled up to her chin. He felt terrible. He couldn't imagine how she would want to wake up and look at him. So he decided to do what had always been a good way for him to forget about things: running. He slipped out of bed and as quietly as he could fished out running clothes from his suitcase. He slipped into the bathroom and changed, but as he headed for the door, but he couldn't help but look back at Fiona. She'd probably be up in a bit and want coffee - maybe that'd help. He set up the coffee maker to start in 30 minutes and then slid out the door with the room key the only thing in his pocket.

The room came with free access to the hotel gym and Chris decided that would probably be a better idea than trying to make his way around strange streets so early. Fortunately the small gym room was empty so he was able to be alone with his thoughts. He ran and ran on the treadmill but found that he couldn't clear his mind from his thoughts of Fiona. Thinking that running was maybe too mindless he turned to the harder work of the Nautilus machines, pushing hard on the muscles of his upper body and hoping that the tightness deeper in his gut would subside.

As other hotel guests started to filter into the gym and the sun had risen firmly over the horizon he realized that he did eventually need to go back to the room and face the consequences of his actions. With a heavy heart he made his way up to the room. He slid the key for the door and quietly slipped in just in case she was still asleep. Maybe through some miracle it would only have seemed a dream to her and they could continue with their day.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Coffee.

Fiona awoke nose-first, lifting herself up from her pillow, her hair smeared around the side of her head. The smell of percolating coffee was just strong enough to make her look around the room in confusion. “whu...Chris?” She muttered senselessly, not sure what was going on… her hand stretched out toward the opposite side of the bed, finding nothing but the warm spot where he had slept. Reaching in that direction brought back all sorts of strange, new memories about last night, and she exhaled, rubbing her legs together, remembering how it had felt when he had touched her…

She whimpered, rubbing her hand over her face. Ohhh… he must be so mad at her! How could she have done that to him! He must have felt like she had violated his trust… she paused, staring up at the ceiling, her hand falling to rest above her breast. He… HAD gone on to touch her back, though. What did that mean? Was he… just reciprocating because he didn’t want her to feel bad? She knew he was pretty sexually experienced, maybe he just reached out to her on instinct? If only she knew what he was feeling…

The coffee made a bubbling sound as it finished percolating the stored water. She inhaled, and smiled happily. Mmm… coffee. She grabbed up the sheets around her, wrapping herself up in them as she clambered out of the bed, crossing to the coffee machine. He had made coffee. He hated coffee.

She smiled.

She poured herself a mug, tugging her sheets around her, going to the window, looking out over the city and the harbor, hugging it to her, breathing in the steam, blowing on it softly to get it to cool down. She felt a warm feeling swelling inside her, matching the warmth in her mug. He wasn’t mad at her. They were okay. She smiled, thinking about how good it had felt when he had touched her through her panties. She had thought about the possibility of being with him before, obviously… She couldn’t possibly spend as much time with him as she did and not think about it. Most of the time, the intense feeling of comfort she had with him felt like it precluded any sort of… whatever… with him. But right now, as she looked out over the pre-dawn city, watching the ships cost into the harbor, remembering the sensation of his cock nuzzling against her backside, or swelling in her hands…

She shivered, and stripped away the sheets, tossing them in a heap on the bed. She took a hearty sip of her coffee and set it down on the table by her sewing machine, and then reached down to her tummy, took hold of her pajama camisole top, and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it into her suitcase, and followed it with her pajama bottoms, leaving her in just her panties. She stretched, hopping up onto the bed, looking around the room, feeling eager and excited to get ready, playfully patting at her tummy, puffing out her cheeks. Where to begin? Costume? No… she needed a shower first. She had to scrub clean and make sure she exfoliated before she started putting on all her makeup for her elf costume… and she should probably shave, even though she had JUST gotten a wax… her legs were going to be on display, and she wanted to make sure she looked great in the high-heeled boots Chris had made.

She thought about Chris. Had he left for breakfast? She shook her head, hopping down from the bed, looking at the paperwork on the bedside table. Of course he hadn’t; he never ate breakfast unless she prompted him. They needed to save every dime for the convention floor, so room service was out, but maybe… Ah! She grinned, folding the pamphlet where it said “continental breakfast included.” She wasn’t sure that they’d have time to grab anything downstairs, but just like she expected, they offered to pack a basket from the continental bar and bring it to their room as part of their basic service. She red through their offering, and then picked up the phone, dialing the front desk.

“Hi! Yea, can we get the continental basket?” She asked, reading through the pamphlet. “Sure… yea. Um… let’s go with mixed fruit, and muffins? Oh, what cereals do you have?” She bit her lip, catching her reflection in the mirror in the bathroom, realizing how funny she looked, standing there on the phone, nude but for her angry unicorn panties. “Okay… can we do golden grahams? Um… two percent? Yea. Yea, that’d be awesome. Thank you!”

She hung up, and reached down, sliding her panties down her legs, stepping out of them and dropping them in her suitcase. She went into the bathroom, and started the shower, letting it run for a bit. She left the door open, so the room wouldn’t get all steamy. She dug into her toiletries, getting a few different bottles out, and setting them up inside the stall. She got in, letting the water run over her, thinking about everything she needed to do: Shave, exfoliate, wash, body lotion, shampoo, dry-in conditioner… She paused, and just stood in the water. She rested her hands on her hips, taking several long deep breaths.

She wanted to masturbate.

She realized she was going at high speed to keep her mind off last night, but the fact was, she couldn’t get the sensation of feeling the thickness of his cock out of her head. She adored Chris, he was her BEST friend. Having his happen with him should make her feel uncomfortable… but it didn’t. At all. It felt cozy and warm and cuddly… like his arms were around her. It thrilled her. Feeling the hot water cascade over her made her muscles throb, and they all were telling her the same thing…. She wanted to cum.

She blinked, and grabbed up her shaving gel. Nope. That’s not what we’re doing today. Costumes! Conventions! Adventure!

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She carefully toweled her hair, smiling at herself in the mirror. She loved this shower. She felt crispy clean and fresh, and ready to go. She turned, looking at her body one more time in the mirror, and then wrapped the towel around herself…

Just as the door opened. She jumped a bit, looking out the bathroom door, smiling brightly when she saw Chris coming back in his running clothes, a triangle of sweat in the front of his shirt. She stepped out, making sure the towel was snuggly wrapped under her arms. “It’s the big day, Chris!” she squealed, bouncing on her toes, the light of the still rising sun back-lighting her in front of their wide windows. “Get in the shower!!” She said excitedly. “Our breakfast is going to be up in a second, I want to start putting on my make-up.”

She felt like she might be overdoing it, a tiny, tiny bit. But she needed to make sure he was as excited as she was! Genrecon! Elf-Pixie Princess!

Not… you know… middle of the night… touching...

 

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“It’s the big day, Chris!”

He could only have wished for such a bright cheery Fiona to be the sight that greeted him in the room. The white towel contrasted her red hair, and all of her had a near-halo from the sun streaming through the wide windows. Any darkness in his heart felt like it had been blasted away. Clearly either she didn't remember the events of the night or he had completely misunderstood what she has intended. All jokes about not understanding women aside, Chris was far less used to being confused by Fiona than he had by Melissa or the few other girlfriends in his life, she was far more like a close friend. But he couldn't get out of his head how she was a close friend who had wrapped her fingers so erotically around his cock...

How could he do anything but smile?

"It is!" he wasn't as bouncy as her, but his enthusiasm was genuine. The one thing that would make his life complete right now was one of her hugs, but given how sweaty he was and she clearly was just out of the shower he knew it wasn't a realistic desire.

"Get in the shower!! Our breakfast is going to be up in a second, I want to start putting on my make-up."

He nodded and sat down on one of the chairs not covered in their stuff to pull off his shoes and socks. "Elven princess still the plan?" He was glad the towel covered her so completely, since his running shorts wouldn't do much to hide an erection if he let his mind wander. He paused. "Hey, uh, do you want me to wait until you're dressed or the breakfast comes?" After the workout, the thought of breakfast definitely was waking up his stomach. Bacon, eggs ... his body was ready for protein.

As if on cue there was a very polite, light knock on the door. Chris poked his head out and saw a small basket of breakfast items. Not room service breakfast, but a breakfast that was much more in line with their budget. He laughed at himself inside: of course Fiona couldn't have a messy breakfast and do makeup and such at the same time.

"Nevermind, got it." He swung back into the room bearing the basket. "Hey, I see what you did there!" He looked mock accusingly at her: Golden Grahams were the heart of an in-joke that went back so far he honestly couldn't remember where it started. He vaguely remembered a "so late its early" breakfast with Fiona after an all-night session getting things ready for a play at their college theatre.

He put the basket down on the counter and gave her a big over-the-top screwed up angry look, and then play-rushed at her as if he was going to give her a big sweaty hug, then ducked past her and into the bathroom. He slowly closed the door, shaking a finger at her all the while. Right as he closed it, his eyes fell on her suitcase lying on the floor, the discarded angry unicorn boyshorts looking right at him.

"Oh God" he quietly breathed out. What had gotten into him? He had gone from sad to manic happy in seconds, and all it had taken was the sight of her smiling at him. Then seeing those panties made him remember last night and a whole different set of urges were rising. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed in on the floor, then shoved down his shorts and underwear, letting his cock bob upwards just a little bit - only the beginnings of an erection, or perhaps just a memory.

He glanced back at the doorknob, still sitting unlocked. She might need the sink for something, and he had to be honest - her coming into the bathroom again while he was showering would not be something he'd object to. He made sure all of his stuff was in the shower and turned on the water - fortunately the shower was big enough that the shelf could handle all of her girly stuff as well as his few things. As the water cascaded over him and he scrubbed himself with soap it was hard not to think of last night, and the stroke of his hand over his cock had the predictable result. It would be so simple to get off now just remembering her touch, and what it felt like to touch her. He saw her razor sitting on the shelf and wondered what it would be like to watch her shave, or what it would be like to shave her... His cock was standing hard up now and the sight of it brought him back from his shower daydream. He had to get ahold of himself - and not in that way.

He flipped the water to a cool stream and worked shampoo into his shoulder-length hair. Nothing as beautiful as hers of course, but he liked keeping it long - particularly ever since Sarah, his closest high school girlfriend, had liked running her fingers through it. The fond but distant memories and the cool water helped him be in a pretty much normal state by the time he stepped out of the shower wrapped in a fresh towel.

He shaved, which didn't take much with his thin beard but he didn't want to look too scraggly alongside Fiona's beauty. He let his hair hang out so it could dry before he tied it back again. The towel wrapped around his waist he slowly opened back the bathroom door.

"Okay for me to come out?" He really didn't want to surprise her. "I just need to get some clothes." He stepped out into the room. His muscles had a swelling glow from the exertion of his exercise routine and the heat of the shower. There was strong definition between his abs and the v-like crease that disappeared into his towel. Hints of hair appeared just above where his left hand clutched the towel to insure he didn't become any more exposed.

Chris was not really aware of it with everything else going on in his mind, but this was the most buff and the nearest to being naked he had ever been in Fiona's sight.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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"Elven princess still the plan?"

She nodded, sliding open the door on her closet, and pulling out the make-up suitcase. “Yep. it’s a pretty good cross-section of our stuff, right? It has the wig and tiara with the lights, all the flowy bits are sewn by hand, so that’ll really sell, and there’s all the little molded bits.” She squatted down in her towel, careful to hold the knot so it stayed on as she zipped the case open, taking out the small zippered box with the smaller appliances, and pulled out the little baggies with her elf ears, and then smiled at him. “Plus, like you said, get the cameras following us. My tummy and my legs are showing, so they should like it…”

She closed the case, and held the bottom of her towel down as she carried the ears over to the table with her sewing machine and all her makeup. She sat down, and started to pin up her hair, turning her head to look at her ears so she could start her application.

"Hey, uh, do you want me to wait until you're dressed or the breakfast comes?"

She started to answer, but the knock on the door did it for her. Chris went out, and came back with the small basket. He noticed the golden grahams, and she grinned, sticking out her tongue at him, laughing at his angryface, and squealing as he pretended to rush her, throwing her makeup sponge at him, giggling as it bounced off him as he ran into the bathroom.

She exhaled. Everything… SEEMED normal. She felt like they were, kind of having to work a little bit to MAKE it normal… but… maybe they really were okay.

She got to work, carefully applying her spirit gum over her ears. They had actually debated over what type of adhesive to use; she had almost no silicone appliances for this trip, but there WERE a few, so she had brought a small amount of flesh latex. Truth be told, though, that was more for any last minute tiny effects she decided she wanted to try. It was a good adhesive, but it meant you had to blend two materials, which would be hard here in their hotel room. Some people didn’t like spirit gum since it could be a little abrasive, but she had never really minded it, and it was cheaper and easier to get. Chris was a big advocate of Pros-aide; you could use it with both latex AND silicone, it was deliberately non-allergenic since it was built as a medical supply, and could be used to make actual paint. The problem was that it had to be removed with an adhesive solvent, and she just hated having to spend extra time taking the stuff off. Once her ear was preped, she unzipped her appliance and carefully fit it in place, pulling the flaps along her earlobe. She spent several minutes watching herself in the mirror, getting the alignment just right. She then turned her head, and repeated the entire process. She closed the case, turning her head back and forth, making sure everything looked just right. Of course, that was barely the first step; the appliances looked amazing, but the coloring was all wrong. She had quite a bit of makeup to apply.

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"Okay for me to come out? I just need to get some clothes."

“Yep, I’m almost done with makeup!” She said, carefully applying her eyelashes. “I’ll need your help with the molded pieced once I have the main costume on, and then we can do the headpiece and the wings…”

She looked up as the door opened. Chris came out with his towel around him, moving with the quickness of someone who felt under-dressed. Of course, they were BOTH wearing only towels, but she was a bit more used to not being completely clothed around him that he was around her. And as she felt her gaze linger on him a little bit, she realized what a shame that was. His body continued to surprise her. He carried himself as though he had something to hide, but there was such a pleasantness to how slender and strong he looked… And even with him holding up his towel, she couldn’t help but admire the defined little ‘v’ his well-defined obliques made. In fact, now that she knew that the dick he was hiding under that towel was so impressive, she couldn’t help but imagine how his whole body seemed to function as a long, delicious arrow pointing right to it…

She bit her lip, blinking away the thought. Bad, Fiona. No.

She stood up, clutching her towel to her, her ears and make-up completely done, making her look like a sweet and innocent little forest nymph, but her hair was still pinned back, and she was, of course, wearing nothing but a towel. “How do I look?” She asked him, stepping around him to get to the closet, her eyes betraying her for a moment, sneaking a look down at his stomach again. She giggled at his reply, leaning forward and kissing his cheek, thankful for long-wear lipstick.

The costume itself was actually primarily in several bits… the lower part was made of diaphanous, flowing, transparent cloths that all hung in a skirt pattern from an intricate molded piece that sat on her like a belt. You didn’t actually see under the skirt at all thanks to the particular combination of fabrics she had used, but it looked like there was nothing keeping her from being exposed at all. It sat over what was basically a bikini bottom to protect her modesty, but you never really saw it. The top was a custom-designed, elegantly embroidered piece that started under her breasts and covered her right up to her neck with gorgeous little pieces of wrought brass at the sleeves and base. The entire thing seemed to be completely open at the back, although the corners of the opening actually held the fastening mechanism for the gorgeous pixie wings Chris had designed. They were so light she barely felt them, but the connection mechanism allowed Chris to make them move a tiny bit using his phone. The boots came up to her knees, and were made of the same material as her bodice, with the same intricate embroidery and metalwork, with sculpted heels that made her legs look elegant, and her bottom cute and upturned in the diaphanous skirt that seemed constantly about to expose it. The finished the costume also included the gorgeous headpiece with it’s delicate wigwork that allowed her to wear her hair in a flowing, beautiful pattern. That, obviously would go on last.

She took out the first part of the bodice, and looked back at Chris. There were some costumes you could wear with underwear… this wasn’t one of them.

 

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“Yep, I’m almost done with makeup! I’ll need your help with the molded piece once I have the main costume on, and then we can do the headpiece and the wings…”

Chris was a little surprised she was still in her towel, but then he wasn’t surprised that she’d gotten caught up in her makeup and prosthetics work. This outfit didn’t have anything she would have to pull over her head either. Remembering the work that went into creating this costume made him smile. The first version of the skirt she’d made had looked great when they were in the workroom, but when they’d gone into bright sunlight the overlapping gauzy pieces were a lot more sheer. The resulting view of the bikini bottom had been all the more erotic for the half-concealment, and he had stammered a bit in letting her know what the problem was even as he knew he’d be replaying that memory in his night’s fantasies. Since then two more layers of less sheer silk had been added close to her bikini bottom to make it not quite as much of a voyeur’s dream.

But it was the top that started to make things stir under Chris’s towel. It had gone through several iterations which had really helped develop a mixture of their skills. It had started with a light fabric bodice that Fiona had made, but she also wanted the movable pixie wings and the fabric wasn’t rigid enough to hold them up at a good angle so they didn’t look like the kind of thing that a eight year old girl might strap on the back of a dress for Halloween. Then they’d tried Chris making a faux-metal armor chestpiece, which he tried to design using only the measurements he had blushingly gotten by asking her bra size, which ended up fitting Fiona badly and pinching her in all the wrong places. Fiona had then given him a padded bra to work from, but the real breakthrough was when she showed up at their next workshop session with plaster mold made of her chest. Chris had feared his hands were shaking so much at holding this replica of her breasts that he’d drop and shatter it - and apparently it had been a real pain for her to do by herself. The plaster was now hidden in his room, though he’d memorized every detail of her breasts from it - which only had increased his obsession with seeing her actual breasts. He’d built the bodice frame over this plaster using the deconstructed bra. The metal elements gave it rigidity, over which the fabric work of Fiona’s design made it look soft and in keeping with the skirt. Fabric meant for figure skater’s costumes ran across the back, carefully chosen to match Fiona’s skin tone. Across the fabric ran thin, strong wires strung to the rigid elements of the bodice. Two prosthetics on her shoulder blades built up where her “wing muscles” were (and concealed the small motors and batteries for the wings). As a last step, the wings snapped into sockets in the shoulder prosthetics. In their test runs with this costume she had put the bottom and a minimal strapless bra on out of his sight, but they hadn’t been able to find a way to keep the strapless bra and go for the open back look Fiona wanted. In the end Fiona had made the decision that the top would be fine by itself. Afterall, at its base it was one of her bras. The overall harness was a bit tight and rigid, and fastening it to her took both of them and a fair bit of time, but it had been an important experiment that they had learned a lot from.

“How do I look?”

Her voice pulled him back, suddenly aware he had been staring. His eyes narrowed and he checked out her work on the ears, knowing that she’d be most concerned with the blending there.

“It looks great. You’re going to have some Sylvan Wood fanboi wanting to nibble your ears.”

Chris watched as she started to unpack, becoming more and more conscious of how his body was responding to the idea of her wearing this costume. As she pulled out the bodice and looked up at him, he found that he was visualizing all the details of his plaster of her chest - then realized he never had made it to his clothes.

“Right, uh, let me grab my clothes and get changed. How about you get on the skirt and then I’ll help with the top.”

He tore his eyes away from her and grabbed the first set of clothes he could manage, then ducked back into the bathroom. His hand remained clutched on the towel, hoping that the bulge of his rising erection would look just like a fold of fluffy material.

“Be right back!”

Black boxer briefs, khaki cargo pants with a black belt, black Forlorn Desert Saga t-shirt - all done quickly as he could. He was extremely eager to get back there and help her put that costume on. He had to get serious though - this was the first costume everyone would see her in. He straightened himself inside of his shorts to try to conceal his bulge . There was no way around the fact that this was going to be very sexy, but he had to keep his mind on why they were here.

Deep breath. He headed back into the room, his mind distracted enough that he forgot to announce himself in case she wasn’t quite ready for him yet.