As we walked from the car to the mall, I felt pretty happy. Things couldn't have been going any better. The sky was painted pretty purples by the setting sun. The early September weather was mild with the heat of the day having faded to something that approached pleasant. Most of all, though, I, for the first time in my life, was holding hands with a boy who was actually interested in me.
Things were perfect ... up until the moment I saw my reflection in the glass door leading inside.
The boy beside me was growing on me. His hair was a little disheveled and maybe he carried a little more weight that was necessary but the quality of what was inside him was much more important to me.
No, the problem was me. My own hair was fine, my glasses, everything from the waist up. Below that, though.
My skirt, which always seemed a reasonable length when worn with leggings, stopped much higher on my thighs than I was comfortable with and my every step made it reveal even more of my legs. If the slightest breeze came along, it would become positively indecent.
Without me consciously thinking about it, my off hand moved to the hem, clenching it against my leg.
Hugh turned to me, concerned. "We do not have to do this."
"I am doing this. If you don't like it, you can leave."
That was pure bravado of course. There was exactly zero chance I'd do this without him, but I needed to sound confident for my own sake as much as his.
He shook his head, but he was grinning. "Before I send you a quest, let's head to the food court and get something to eat."
Honestly, I was way too nervous to even think about eating, but I just followed along with him mutely as he led me through the mall. I know I was being a little bit silly, but it felt like every eye was on me, like people knew what I was about to do and were judging me both for that and for wearing such an absurdly short skirt in public. Being reasonable, I knew that no one could know any such thing, and, further, many girls wore skirts that were as short or even shorter all the time. I doubted many people even noticed that I existed.
The fact that the rational side of me was clearly correct didn't make the walk any less embarrassing for me, didn't make me feel any less self conscious. The only thing that helped at all was Hugh's comforting presence and his warm grip on my hand.
"What do you want?" he asked when we finally reached the food court.
Unable to talk, I just shook my head.
"Let's see, I have a hard and fast rule never to eat Cajun food from a mall. Same for Italian. Chinese okay with you?"
I nodded.
When we got to the counter, I had to finally force myself to speak. I already felt like I was setting women back by a century with my actions, and I wasn't about to compound that by having him order for me. I picked out some vegetable lo mein and a Sprite. He was gracious enough to insist on paying, which was good because I somehow hadn't thought to even bring my wallet with me.
They had our orders up pretty quick, and he carried the tray to a nearby table. After we'd sat and distributed the food, he said, "Are you ready?"
I gulped but nodded.
"Okay. Just a second."
Moments later a blue box popped up.
I grimaced. Though I knew what he'd intended, seeing it in black and white - or rather white and blue - brought it home to me that I had really committed to do this. For an hour!
I must have looked totally lost because he started instructing me.
"I chose this table for a reason," he said. "See those three guys over there?"
I glanced slightly to my left. Three men wearing neon construction vests sat eating. None of them were paying a lick of attention to me.
"Try to interact with me," he said. "Eat. Be casual. And then just shift in your chair a bit until you're facing them and let your legs part. Act like you don't even notice, that it just happened."
Robotically, I followed his instructions, scooping a noodle into my mouth, looking at him like we were engrossed in conversation, trying not to concentrate fully on the three men in question as I shifted in my seat and forced my legs open wide. But how could I focus on anything else when one of them stared directly at my crotch and nudged his buddies? How could I think about anything other than three strangers staring at my most intimate place?
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I didn't even want to imagine how much they could see. Wisps of brown hair sticking out from underneath the black lace? And how tight were the panties? I'd never looked at them from the angle they had. Was every part of me outlined by the fabric? How much did the fabric even cover? Were the sides of my most private of all privates open completely to their view?
I shivered.
"God!" I hissed. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm showing myself off to random men. They most think I'm a total S-word."
"You're doing great," Hugh said quietly. "Completely selling it. I'm sure they think you're just distracted."
My mom had taught me from a young age that a proper lady always sits with her knees closed when wearing a skirt, and I was pretty sure that every girl in the history of the world had been taught that. None of us accidentally opens our legs in this kind of situation.
Therefore, when I forced my legs open, I knew that none of the three men would think it was an accident. No, they'd believe that I was a complete floozy who got off on flaunting my body to strangers. And they wouldn't be wrong.
The only small consolation was that they didn’t seem disgusted by what I was showing. They actually looked … lustful. Which brought up a whole new fear. What would happen if those guys came over to our table?
"Okay," Hugh said a few seconds later, not sounding worried at all. "That should be long enough to collect the points."
My legs snapped shut.
"The next target are those two guys to your right," he said, eagerness tinging his voice.
I glanced over. The two looked to be my age and were wearing Greek letters on their t-shirts. First construction workers and now frat bros, really Hugh?
Then again, I wasn't sure who would be an acceptable target for this.
I didn't balk at his choice, though. I just shifted to face them and spread my legs. And kept them wide for what seemed like forever.
"They're not looking," Hugh said. "Maybe sneeze or something to attract their attention."
I was flabbergasted, literally flabbergasted, that he would suggest such a thing, but he didn't even notice my reaction. That was when I realized that I'd lost calm, reasonable, supportive Hugh. Very aroused Hugh had taken his place. I glanced down at his shorts, and they were quite tented.
Fine. If it took sneezing, I would sneeze.
"Ah ... Ahh ... AHH ... CHOO!"
Okay, that had been louder than I'd intended. The two frat guys definitely noticed me and a dad sitting with his family did, too.
"Nice," Hugh said. "Three targets acquired. Counting down. Ten. Nine..."
Yep. He really did that. He counted down slowly all the way to zero before he told me that I could close my legs. And that was just what I did, like the perfect submissive little thing ready and willing to do whatever her man wanted.
God! What was happening to me?
"Are you worried that maybe we're attracting a bit too much attention?" I asked.
Six men were glancing in my direction, waiting to see what I would do next. Six men who had seen my sexy black panties, seven counting Hugh. That was seven more than had ever seen them before today.
He startled, looking lost for a moment. "You're right. Let's finish eating and move on."
I barely touched the noodles in front of me while he polished off his. Then we got up and moved back toward the entrance we'd arrived at. I was very glad to see that none of the six men who'd recently gained much more visible knowledge of my body than I was comfortable with had followed us. I was also very relieved that it looked like we'd be leaving soon.
But that was not to be.
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