Dressing Up Ch. 02

Mark and I hadn't really spoken since he ordered my new outfits after that Halloween party, but we'd sat next to each other in the psych lecture. I wore something special for him that day, hoping to keep his attention. I skipped underwear, went without a bra as I usually do, and wore a skirt that came halfway down my thighs. On top, I put on a tight and thin white t-shirt and, since it was November and a bit chilly, I threw on a blazer. I was smartly dressed, if I do say so myself, but if I opened the blazer only a bit, my nipples, made hard by the cold, would be obvious through the flimsy shirt.

Mark and I ran into each other outside the lecture building and chatted briefly about the class, the weather, basically anything but how much I wanted to fuck him again. I casually pulled my jacket open while putting my hands on my hips, and Mark's eyes left mine. He stared at my tits (who could blame him!) for the next few minutes until we went inside for class.

We sat next to each other, again towards the back of the lecture hall. Mark's hand stayed on my knee for the first ten minutes, but then started its way up my thigh. He stopped at the hem of my skirt. I lightly touched his hand before moving my hand to his thigh, where I left it. Then I started to spread my legs.

Mark took the hint and let his hand slowly walk up the inside of my thigh. I followed his lead and let my hand work its way up his thigh too.

Before long, I'd found Mark's cock through his jeans. Mark's hand was approaching my now very wet pussy. When he found it, his eyes bugged open. He turned to look at me. "You're not wearing anything under that skirt!" he hissed.

I winked.

Mark's fingers explored my pussy, opening my folds, rubbing my clit, and making me squirm and bite my tongue to not call out in the middle of the lecture.

Class ended. Mark had to run to his next class, to my great disappointment. I kissed him as he left. "To be continued," I smiled.

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The package from Yandy.com arrived the next Wednesday. I didn't have anything particular in mind when Mark ordered those outfits for me. Maybe I'd make him another sexy video like I had when I stripped out of the banana costume. Maybe I'd show him more skin - the banana video, after all, didn't expose anything even though I ended up naked. Maybe I'd have him direct a video.

What happened was wilder than I could possible imagine.

As I took the box into my room, I was getting turned on imagining what he'd have me do. I tore into the packaging, eager to explore. What would I do to let Mark know that the package had arrived? What would he want to do with the outfits? With me? I couldn't wait.

Where would I start? The tiny, sexy, apron that came with pasties? The lace babydoll? The sexy red club dress? The panty-and-bra set that had "peek-a-boo" holes for my tits and pussy?

Since it was still Halloween season (at college, Halloween lasts for the three months between Labor Day and Thanksgiving), I went with the sexy bat costume.

There were five parts to the bat costume. It had a little bat-face hat, black arm warmers, wings, a halter top, and booty shorts.

I stripped to my thong and took the booty shorts to my mirror. They had six snaps on them - three on either side of my pubic area - that matched the snap front of the halter top, but otherwise were plain black. I pulled them up - they were pretty snug. The shorts sat just below my hips, highlighting my toned belly and my hip bones peeking up above them. I turned around to look at my ass in the mirror. It looked good. The shorts fit me like a glove and exposed just a bit of my ass cheeks underneath them.

I grabbed the top next. It was basically a halter top that fit like a vest with three snaps in front. It had a collar that came all the way around my neck, leaving just a small gap in the front. Two strips of fabric came down the front from the collar, each covering one of my breasts but leaving a keyhole of cleavage in the middle of my chest. The back was open from collar to the three-inch strip at the bottom of the halter top, about two inches above my belly button.

I had to work to snap the three snaps that sat between my tits and my belly button, but how tightly the top fit served to make the cleavage it highlighted particularly stunning. I was a hottie, I decided, looking in the mirror, and Mark would eat this outfit up.

I put on the wings, which were held on by loops over my shoulders, the arm warmers, and the headpiece to complete the costume. This was indeed a sexy bat costume.

Now how would I show Mark how sexy of a bat I was?

I could walk to his dorm, but the lack of pants would make it a miserable walk in the cold and I would probably be embarrased to the only one in a Halloween costume on campus on a non-Halloween Wednesday. I could send him a text telling him to come over. Or I could snapchat him a picture. I could make another video.

I decided on snapchat. I took a picture of myself in the mirror and set the timer for ten seconds before the picture would erase itself. Eat your heart out, Mark. I added the caption "the package arrived" to the picture and hit send.

One picture wouldn't do, though, really. I unsnapped the three snaps on the halter top, but made sure it still draped over my tits well enough to hide my nipples. Ten seconds again, I figured, would be ok. No caption this time - and I hit send.

I took off the top for the next shot, but left on the wings. With one arm draped across my tits, I sent another snapchat. "It's getting hot in here!" Ten seconds, again - I wasn't showing anything R-rated.

I stuck my fingers in the waistband of my booty shorts and started dragging them down, along with my thong. Showing a hint of my neatly trimmed pubes, I took another picture. My tits were clearly visible in this one. I changed the timer so that picture would erase itself after Mark saw it for only three seconds and hit send before I could decide not to.

In a flash, the shorts were on the floor and I was nude in wings, arm warmers, and a bat headpiece. I snapped another picture in the mirror. Two seconds. I sent it to Mark.

Mark didn't reply, which had me on eggshells until the psych lecture the next day. Mark sat next to me again, but we both arrived just in time for the lecture to start and it was all about the test the next week, so we couldn't fool around or whisper to each other.

After the lecture, Mark told me that his class that usually met after pysch had been cancelled that week. I was relieved and dragged him up to my dorm room, where we sat on my bed.

"You were so sexy in that bat costume."

"I know. And I know that those pictures turned you on, which got me wet."

"I need to confess something to you, Christine."

"What?" I was terrified. Did he have some secret girlfriend? I was pretty sure he wasn't gay. What could it be?

"When you sent me that first snapchat, I was playing video games with my friend Rob. And he saw that first picture over my shoulder. When I wouldn't show him the one with you unsnapped, he grabbed my phone."

I thought I knew where this was going and I knew I should be mad. But my body wasn't responding that way. I was thinking about Rob - we'd seen each other at a few parties and he was cute and a pretty nice guy. What did Rob think of me? Did he like the bat costume when he first saw it? The third picture I had sent was the topless one where I was covering my tits - did that turn him on?

I wanted to turn Rob on, I realized. And I was fantasizing about what Rob did after seeing me in that costume. Did he jerk off thinking about my body? Did he make himself cum while imagining me in my bat costume? Maybe imagining me out of my bat costume? What did he see?

"Christine?"

I must have gotten a glazed look on my face and stopped paying attention to Mark.

"Christine, I'm so sorry."

"What happened next?"

"Well, the next picture was you in the shorts with only an arm over your breasts, and Rob was holding the phone when that came in. He held me back, but let me see it. I couldn't get the phone away from him, Christine."

"Go on."

"You were topless and pulling off the shorts in the next picture - I was so hard already with you just teasing, but that shot had me ready to burst. But Rob still had the phone - he saw that picture."

I was starting to blush and it was all I could do not to touch myself. What was happening to me? Who was this sultry seductress getting off on turning strange men on, and what had she done with the real me, the shy but sexy college girl?

"Rob still wouldn't give me the phone, even though I begged him to. He saw you naked, Christine. I'm so sorry."

"What did you think of the pictures? And what did he think?" I croaked.

"You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen, Christine. And Rob was getting turned on. He recognized you from that party a couple of weeks ago and wanted to know why you were sending me these sexy photos."

"What did you say?"

"Well, he wouldn't give me my phone back unless I told him the whole story. So I told him about dancing with you, and daring you to take off your panties, and the video you sent. And I told him about when you fucked me on the dance floor and how we came back here to order more outfits."

"What did he think?"

"He demanded that I show him the video."

"Did you?" I wasn't sure whether to pin Mark down and fuck him, which was what my body was telling me to do, or to throw things at him, which is what I knew I should do.

"He made me, Christine. I'm so sorry."

"Did he like the video?"

Who was the girl asking these questions?

"He kept his hands on his crotch while we watched it."

I decided to be honest with Mark and told him how turned on I was and how mad I wanted to be at him. Mark gave me a big hug and kept apologizing. He's a nice guy - the whole package, sweet, thoughtful, and hot as fuck. He just ended up in a pickle the night before, I guess. But still, even when he was showing off my body, I was getting turned on.

I didn't want to make Mark feel guilty anymore, and I did want to have some fun with him.

"I'll forgive you, Mark. But you have to do something for me."

"Anything." Mark was sitting on my bed, his legs hanging off the edge.

I found a pair of black tights and fashioned them into a blindfold. "Hold still," I said as I tied it over his eyes. "And strip to your underwear."

As Mark stood, blindfolded, and took off his pants and shirt, I quickly stripped and shimmied into the bat costume.

Mark was back sitting on the edge of the bed with an obvious bulge in his boxers, and I took off his blindfold and handed him my camera. "Tell me what to do. I'm your sexy bat plaything."

Mark posed me in various positions around the room. He had me in front of the window, bending over to pick something off the floor. He actually took that picture twice - once to see my pussy lips pressing against the booty shorts and again from the other side to see my barely-contained breasts hanging down. After maybe twenty pictures in as many minutes, Mark had me stand in the middle of the room and unsnap two of three snaps on the front of my top.

As I slowly unfastened and opened my top, taking pains to keep my nipples covered, Mark took picture after picture. He had me open the top completely and just cover my breasts with my hands, and then with an arm. Mark's cock was a full attention and peeking through the slit in his boxers.

I licked my lips.

Mark asked me to take off the top and pose without it, a request with which I eagerly complied. He wanted to still tease, so I kept my nipples covered with my hands, and then he had me bend the wings forward to cover my tits.

Mark had me crawl toward him on the floor, my arms hiding my nipples from the camera, and then asked me to roll around on the floor, snapping shots all the while. I laid on the floor, topless, and rubbed my tits for Mark's camera. I pinched my nipples and, instinctively, one hand found its way to my shorts, and then inside.

Here I was, writhing topless on the floor of my room, touching my pussy for the camera. Taking pictures was turning me on so much.

Mark interrupted me after a couple of minutes and had me stand again. My hands at my hips, the camera took in my full, perky breasts and nipples hard as rocks.

I slowly brought my hands to the booty shorts and lowered them for the camera. As my pussy came into view, Mark had me just take off the shorts and pose nude. I kept a hand over my tits and the other covering my crotch. The camera snapped away.

I kept a hand loosely over my tits, but moved my other hand to cover my pussy with just my fingertips from behind. My fingers covered my pussy and nestled in my well-maintained pubes. My touch made me moan, and the display got Mark's cock out of his shorts. Mark had one hand on the camera as the other gently stroked his seven inches of manhood.

I sure was a sexy bat.

I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed Mark onto the bed. "Tell me what you want," I said as I straddled him, pressing my soaking pussy into his hard cock. He took a picture.

"Fuck me, Christine."

I positioned his cock at my entrance. "Do you like taking pictures of me?"

"Yes," he croaked, as he took another picture of his cock just outside my pussy.

I slid the head of his cock into me. "What do you want to do with those pictures?"

"Oh god. I'm going to look at them while I masterbate, thinking of you." He snapped another picture of his cock entering my pussy.

I lowered myself halfway down his cock, moaning. "Tell me that you'll show Rob."

"Oh, Christine. I'm going to show Rob those pictures. We'll sit in the common room of the dorm, looking at them on a laptop. In full view of whomever walks by."

He took another picture. "I'll show him this picture and tell him about how you begged me to fuck you. And how you insisted that I take the pictures. As a crowd gathers, I'll explain that you asked me to show all of them how much you want me."

I impaled myself on him, taking his full length in my hot pussy. I moved my hands to my tits, tweaking my nipples. He took a picture.

"I'm going to frame this one, with the sexy, topless bat riding my hard cock and getting off on having her picture taken."

Mark kept thrusting into me and taking pictures as I rode him closer and closer to a rapidly approaching climax.

"I'm going to print these pictures and make a magazine," Mark thumbed my clit.

"I'm going to put copies of the magazine in every newspaper box on campus."

"Everyone will see you stripping and getting the fucking of your life."

I exploded in one of the best orgasms of my life.

I slid off of Mark, a hot mess, and laid on the bed. He grabbed the camera again and took pictures of his cum leaking out my my pussy, the royally fucked sexy bat.

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When we'd recovered from that fantastic fuck, we looked through the pictures Mark had taken of me. I looked hot, wanton, a mad women. A woman possessed.

Mark told me that he'd never share the pictures without my permission even if I gave them to him - which I didn't have to, he insisted.

What a gentleman!

I couldn't have my naked body plastered around campus, I thought. People would recognize me. What would my professors say? What would graduate schools or employers think?

Then we hit on it. I wanted to be displayed. Maybe needed it, now. But it didn't need to be obviously me!

We went through the pictures and cropped my face out of all of them. We didn't use the ones where we couldn't easily crop my face out, but by the end we had a respectable and hot collection of pictures.

Over the weekend, in between marathon sex sessions, Mark and I put together the magazine he'd imagined while fucking me, just without my face. We found a printer, paid in cash for a hundred copies, and signed up for an anonymous email address and included a note at the end: "Want to join us for the next issue? email us!"

At two on Monday morning, we put on black clothes and put copies of our sex mag in newspaper stands across campus. My new life really had begun.