Senior Year Memories Ch. 27

But this isn’t that kind of story, is it?

Something had been bugging me for a little while now, but with moving all the furniture it had been easy to push to the back of my mind. Now that things had calmed down, though, it came back to the forefront and put me back into being curious.

“So... what was with the package?” I asked.

“The package?” Fatima asked.

“Yeah, the one we found in that crate of chairs? She sent you a care package. I didn’t get one,” I said, pretending to pout.

Fatima blushed, a little. “That’s... uh... something Josie and I have going on. Kind of an arrangement. It started as a joke, but then it made sense, so, it’s kinda just this thing we do. Or, she does for me, really.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yeah...” Fatima trailed off, biting her lip and looking away, then at me. We’d had this back and forth playing for some time now, and I could see that she was seriously thinking about whether or not I was someone she wanted to open up to about something this sensitive. For someone I understood to be somewhat reserved, I was happy to let her play this at her own pace, but if she wanted to share, I wanted to hear.

She must have thought I was safe to share with, because she continued, “Like I said earlier, I live with my father, my two little sisters, and my brother. My parents divorced when I was ten, and it was not a happy divorce. Dad got full custody, Mom got a lot of the money. Dad’s made the best of what he could since he truly works hard, but we do not live in the most spacious of houses. I share a room with my fifteen-year-old sister, and that does not give me much freedom for a personal life. Worse, she’s a little hellcat who likes to tear through my stuff and gossip to everyone else whenever she finds anything she knows would embarrass me. Dad is not so repressed to wish I did not have a love life, but it is still an embarrassment I can do without. So, I complained to Josie, and she had a solution for my more... personal, possessions.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Fatima confirmed. “She has a drawer in her dresser that’s just for my more fun stuff. For more revealing clothing, exotic undergarments, toys... you get the picture.”

“Yes, I do,” I said. It was a good picture, to be honest.

“She gives me room to store my items hassle-free and an occasional place to have consequence free sex, and I try to repay her however I can. Usually by going down on her, but we’d probably do that anyway. Still, she doesn’t complain,” Fatima said.

“Sounds like you’ve got a helluva friendship,” I said.

“It is,” she said, smiling with satisfaction.

“That doesn’t explain the package, though,” I said.

“Oh, right. Well, I made a joke to her that while she was in Hawaii she should pick up some bikinis for me since beach season’s right around the corner. I didn’t expect her to take it seriously, since I’m usually more of a one-piece suit kind of girl, but then she texted me to show up here today for a surprise. With you and the package... well, I guess that counts for two surprises,” Fatima said.

I laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like Josie.”

“It does. She’s an annoying bitch at times, but you cannot say she ever half-asses anything,” she said.

“No, she doesn’t do that,” I said, thinking rather fondly of Josie and her very, very full, very nice ass.

“I was going to find some time to sneak away and try them on, make sure they fit, see how they make me feel and have some girly fun looking at myself in the mirror, but now that we’re doing pizza, I’ll figure out another day to come over and do that,” she said.

That sounded like a damn shame, especially when we had time to spare.

“Why wait?” I asked. “We haven’t ordered anything yet; why don’t you give ‘em a try? I’m in no hurry.”

Fatima looked surprised, then thoughtful. “Are you sure?”

“Go for it. Might as well have some fun today,” I said, stretching out on my side of the couch.

Fatima stood up quickly, smiling giddily. “Thanks! I swear, I’ll be fast.”

“Like I said, I’m in no hurry. Have your ‘girly fun’ and enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror,” I teased.

She turned to walk away from me, then stopped, standing there for an agonizing moment before turning around to look back at me. There was something different in the way she looked at me, the way she stood, a sudden surge in confidence.

“You know... I could probably use a second opinion. I know how I like to look, but I could use someone to tell me if they think something does or doesn’t work with me. Usually I’d ask Josie, but since she isn’t here...” Fatima trailed off, smiling wickedly.

This was something that I normally should have jumped at, but I had to be sure it was real first. “Seriously?”

“It’s a limited time offer, take it or leave it,” Fatima said. “I can still just admire myself in the mirror if you’d rather stay out here on the couch messing around on your phone and watching the rain.”

A limited time offer of getting to watch Fatima Hassan, one of the most beautiful girls in school, try on bikinis? It was tempting. Truly tempting. Then again, so was sitting comfortably on this couch, watching the rain and messing around on my phone.

It was a tough decision. A truly, truly tough decision.

***

Alright, I lied. It was one of the easiest decisions of my life. Who could honestly turn down a bikini show from one of the most beautiful girls in school? That she was going to try on swimsuits while it was cold and rainy outside only added to how surreal the encounter was, but I wasn’t complaining.

I sat on Josie’s bed, taking in the familiar dark décor of the room from her many posters, prints and other decorations that favored black, skulls and the odd piece of horror memorabilia while I drank from a bottle of water I’d liberated from the fridge. There was a definite cutesy fun to much of it that showed Josie’s true range of interests. The bathroom door was closed, and with little else to do I fiddled with the golden puzzle box on her desk.

That, and I talked with Fatima through the door. She’d taken a quick shower to rinse off the sweat, and since then had been trying on bikinis while we chatted.

“So, uh, before we go any further, I should tell you... I’ve never done anything like this before,” Fatima said, her voice a little shaky.

“Worn a bikini?” I asked.

“No... I mean, yes... I mean I’ve worn one before, just not in front of anyone. What I was talking about is that I’ve... I’ve never really done the whole fashion show thing, let alone a sort of sexy fashion show. Not for an audience anyway,” Fatima clarified.

“Not even for Josie and the others? I’m honored,” I said.

“You should be, because I imagine the odds of me being this stupid in the future are low. Very low. Call it a case of New Year’s Madness, trying new things, but this is likely the end of it,” Fatima said.

“This isn’t stupid. Or madness,” I said.

“It sure feels stupid,” she replied.

“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to do it. I’ll go back outside. I just want you to know, that it’s not stupid to want to feel sexy by yourself, or with anyone else around if that’s what you want. We should all have a chance to feel sexy from time to time, and be appreciated by others if we really want to be appreciated by others. If you really just want it for yourself, I totally understand, and I’ll leave, but if you want to be appreciated, I will appreciate you, believe me,” I said.

“You promise?” Fatima asked, nervously.

“That’s a trick question, right?” I asked, setting the bottle down on a nearby bookcase.

The doorknob rattled, and the bathroom opened to me.

My jaw dropped. Something else rose, too, but you probably guessed that by now.

“Wow,” I said.

“Wow? I’m a wow?” Fatima asked, strolling into the room in a teal string bikini. The top was generous with how it covered her firm, B-cup breasts, while the bottom was just as covering yet still flattering to her firm, tight butt. Every bit of her was long and lean and utter perfection, like an artist had been told to sculpt a goddess and out of it we got Fatima. She let her long, silky black hair down to her lower back and had done just a smattering of makeup. A little around the eyes, a little to accentuate her lips.

If she’d been stunning before, she looked ready to walk the runway now.

“Yeah, you’re a wow,” I said, enjoying the show as she strolled out into the room, did a light twirl on her feet, then struck a pose. She held this sultry stance for a moment before making a silly face that broke both of us into laughter.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Slightly,” I replied. “But Josie knows what looks good on you well.”

“I know, right?” Fatima said, turning to look over her shoulder in a nearby mirror. She stood up on her toes, which made her legs look even more exquisite, as she eyed her ass. “She can really choose something that makes my butt look good, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I agreed, because you couldn’t do anything but agree when there was a sight as magnificent as Fatima Hassan’s firm, sweet-looking ass before you.

She looked at me. “So, you’d say this one’s a winner?”

“Totally,” I said.

She bit her lip. “Good enough for your Senior Year Memories album?”

If I’d had less of a filter between my mouth and my brain, I’d have told her that those pictures were usually for once the bikini had hit the floor, but since I had a few brain cells to rub together, I said, “It’s good... but you said bikinis plural, and I get the impression that you may just be warming up, saving the more exciting ones for last. I think I’ll hold off on pictures until you’re ready to bust out the big guns.”

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? A challenge?” Fatima asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“You do know I’m going to the Olympics one day, right? This pretty face will be on a Wheaties box, and you’re taking a chance at not getting a picture of me this hot now?” she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts and looking quite upset with me.

If I wasn’t sure about how she was playing around before, I was now. “Yes, I’ll take that chance, because I know you’re just getting started.”

I left it at that. She dropped the act, and her arms, letting her boobs bounce ever so slightly in her bikini. “Good gamble. I’ll be back.”

Fatima walked into the bathroom with a little extra sway in her step, perfectly showing off her ass. I said, “I know you will.”

For a girl who was new to both bikinis and showing herself off in bikinis, Fatima took to it pretty easily after the first one, as with each of the next three she only increased in confidence. From the black one that covered less skin than the first, to the bright orange one that couldn’t help but pull your attention to her most impressive assets, to the retro cut navy blue with white polka dots one that made her look like a 50s pinup, she put on one hell of a show. It seemed like Josie wasn’t lacking for free time on her family trip to Hawaii, and at the moment I wasn’t complaining.

It was even better to watch Fatima come more into her own. Though nowhere near as shy as Sarah, and fully understanding how gorgeous she actually was, she still carried herself in a very reserved way. Watching that disappear a little at a time as she playfully tried on outfits was a truly fun experience.

After the fourth suit, I called out to her through the bathroom door, “This the last one?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Saving the best for last?” I asked.

“Not sure if it’s the best, but it’s certainly the most... interesting.”

“I like interesting.”

“I gathered.”

“You think it’ll hold place of pride in your drawer?”

“Why don’t you take a look in the drawer and then tell me when you see for yourself? Second from the bottom in that old dresser,” Fatima suggested.

“Well, don’t mind if I do,” I said to myself, going over to check out the indicated drawer. True to Fatima’s word, it was full of some nicer, skimpier underwear and lingerie, as well as a couple vibrators and...

“Nice collection of butt plugs,” I said.

Fatima laughed. “Yeah, Josie’s trying to get me to open up my ass with all the fun she and the others have. I’m so tight I doubt a cock’ll ever fit, but the plugs have been really really fun to play with, so, never say never. Especially when Josie goes at me with her Hitachi, it’s kind of hard to argue with her when I can’t stop cumming.”

Yeah, that definitely sounded like Josie. And about right for Fatima. She had a magnificent, if small, ass, but it looked tight enough to crush walnuts, let alone anything else you might want to put in her. Not that the image of her playing with these plugs didn’t manage to make me a little harder, seeing her bent over, sliding one in...

I heard her hand at the doorknob and slid the drawer shut, going back to the bed and sitting down like a good boy. Once I did, I saw why she called the suit... interesting.

This one was a bold crimson, with a top cut to offer good coverage and support of her breasts. Down below, however, was another matter entirely. Only the tiniest triangles of fabric covered up her sex, so small that I could easily tell that Fatima was the type to shave herself bare down there. The strings that tied it were tiny, barely thicker than a piece of yarn, a tease, a promise...

Fatima saw how I was gaping, and finished my thought for me, “Before you unhinge your jaw...”

She spun around, showing me the thin piece of fabric that bisected her tight, mouthwatering ass. “...it is a thong.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“Any more feedback other than wow?” Fatima teased.

“Wow,” I repeated.

Fatima laughed. “Now if I just had some music to dance to, I think I could find a way of getting some singles out of you.”

“If I had singles to go around right now, I’d agree,” I said.

“Well, you don’t have the singles, I don’t have the music, but I’ve still got some moves,” she said, putting her hands above her head, swaying her hips around, rolling her tight abs impressively.

“Wow,” I repeated.

“Thanks,” Fatima replied, turning around to face me. She wasn’t as graceful as Sarah or a lot of the other cheerleaders I knew, but she made up for it in confidence. “I took some belly-dancing lessons a while back to help work on my abs. I was never all that great at the dancing part, but it’s pretty sick ab work, wouldn’t you say?”

“You can say ‘pretty sick’ if you want. I call it a work of art,” I said.

Fatima smirked. “Did you really think that silver tongue was going to get a lap dance out of me?”

“That wasn’t my plan,” I said.

“Well,” she said, looking down at my crotch. “Too bad, because it worked.”

“If you’re offering-”

“It’s less an offer and more of a suggestion you’re better off not turning down,” Fatima clarified, “though if you’re going to do it, the pants come off; I won’t be rubbing my ass on jeans, that’s just asking for pain.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

Fatima rolled her eyes. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

“No, no, no!” I exclaimed, kicking off my shoes and socks and pulling my pants down with them. I was left in only my underwear and shirt, sitting on the edge of Josie’s bed while Fatima stood before me tantalizingly on the edge of complete nudity. I was understandably quite hard, and she could easily see it through my straining underwear.

“My, my, my, they weren’t lying,” she purred, leaning over and putting her hands on my knees. She spread my legs apart, then stood back up and turned around, backing up so she stood up against the edge of the bed. Her ass was tantalizingly close to my face, so close I wanted to lean in and kiss it. I restrained myself, though, because I wanted to see what she wanted to do with this. At the moment, I was content simply being so close to her, smelling her faint scent, being so close to her I could almost feel her without touching her. Her soft brown skin glowed with a faint flush, begging to be touched.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

“So we’ll start like we’re in a club. Your hands on the bed, I can touch you, you can’t touch me. I want you to just sit there and feel my body against yours while I drive you crazy,” Fatima said.

“You’ve already got me pretty crazy,” I said.

“Then we’re off to a good start,” she confirmed. “I’ll have my fun, you’ll get a little crazier, then we’ll see what happens next. Happy?”

“About this? Yes. About the uncertainty of ‘what happens next’ means... that’s yet to be seen,” I replied.

“One step at a time,” she purred, bending her knees tantalizingly, bringing her ass almost into contact with my covered cock. “Though if you want some more skin on skin contact, feel free to remove your shirt. I’ve seen you look at my hair; I know you want to feel it against you.”

She wasn’t wrong about that, but she might have been more of a tease for it. Nevertheless, I did as she suggested and removed my shirt.

“Perfect,” Fatima said, looking over her shoulder at me. There was still a definite sense of nervousness to her as she tried something out for the first time, and this more than anything calmed me down. I may have wanted to just grab her and fuck her like crazy for what she was doing, but she was pushing her own boundaries and doing so in a way she thought comfortable. I didn’t want to go any further than she meant to before she meant to do it, so I sat on my hands and prepared myself for whatever ride she had in mind.

Fatima danced slowly to music only she could hear, running her hands over her body slowly, seductively, rocking her hips and shaking her ass softly. It was an intoxicating sight, one made all the more so when she turned around to face me. Her eyes and gently curled lips were those of a seasoned seductress, the way she ran her hands over her body close to expert. At one point she cupped her breasts, hooking her thumbs under the fabric of her top, pulling the fabric tantalizingly close to revealing her nipples before letting it slide back into place.

“You’ve taken some lessons from Sarah, haven’t you?” I asked, thinking back to the pole-dancing classes that her friend, Sarah Kent, had taken.

“Does it show?” Fatima asked.

“Only in all the good ways,” I replied.

“I would’ve thought so,” she said, rocking her body from side to side provocatively before turning around again. Teasingly, she began to lower herself down onto my lap. Her ass, slowly gyrating, inched closer and closer to my cock, so close, so close...

And then she stood again.

Silently, she looked back at me with a smirk, knowing she was driving me wild and meaning to keep me that way. She repeated this process again and again, each time getting a little closer before standing away from me. The last time was the most tantalizingly, maddeningly close as her nearly bare ass simply grazed my clothed cock, enough that I audibly groaned.

If it was possible to cum by barely being touched, I was pretty sure Fatima was as close to anyone of getting me there.

“You liked that?” she asked, standing back up again.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I said.

“I do. I just like to hear it,” she said, lowering herself back down, barely grazing my cock again with her ass. “So, tell me. Tell me in a way I want to hear it. Did. You. Like. That?”

“Yes. God yes, I liked it. I like it, and I want it more. Fuck,” I groaned at her light contact.

“You sure?” she teased, bending over, giving me slightly more pressure.

“Ye-e-sss,” I whimpered.

“Good,” Fatima purred, pressing herself fully against my cock and leaning back into me. I don’t know what was more intoxicating, the full pressure of her ass grinding against her cock, the feel of her nearly bare back against mine, or the smell of her hair. When I realized I didn’t need to choose between each of these exquisite sensations, I realized I was much happier.

I moaned at the sensual buffet of what Fatima offered me. I wanted to do so much more to her, for her, with her, but with my hands not an option, I was at her mercy. I hadn’t had many occasions like this, but like those other occasions this only drove me wilder.