Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Greg picked her up at the dorm on Friday evening. He was dressed nicely, slacks with a sports shirt and a light jacket. He even got out and opened the door for her. She noticed his eyes on her legs and the gap where the dress had five buttons undone. She could see the approval and appreciation in his face.

“You look great. I love the dress,” Greg said as he offered his hand to help her into the car.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She smiled at him and replied, “Thank you.”

She was tempted to flash more of her legs than necessary as she got in but she held back. She wanted to make a good impression but not to give him the wrong idea. Not yet, anyway. The evening was young and stretched out before her mind’s eye like a dream come true.

She smiled warmly as she watched Greg walk around to his side of the car. He was pushing all the right buttons, she thought as she replayed his compliments on her looks and the dress. He might be a good-looking jock but he was also a nice guy and she was feeling good about going out with him.

Sitting here in his awesome car, she felt special. She knew that she had a crush on Greg, but what girl wouldn’t? She was the one with him tonight, and she hoped to make the most of it. Her mind flashed a quick image of what it would be like to be naked with him. She shook her head and took a deep breath. This was no time for her to get off into one of her horny fantasies.

Greg was quiet as he drove and this was all right with Julie. She didn’t want to talk just yet. This was too new and exciting. She didn’t want to screw it up by blathering on and on about nothing and she knew she would if she tried to start the conversation.

They rode in silence. Greg would glance over at her from time to time and smile. She would smile back. She was becoming more relaxed by the minute. The quiet music on the CD player and the deep throbbing note of the car’s powerful engine mixed together to fold her mind into a soft cocoon.

The vibrations in the seat made her shift her position. It was like sitting in a vibrating chair, only this one varied with the pulse of the engine. Her ass and thighs tingled. There was a growing tingle in her sex also. She shifted her position again and relaxed even more, letting the tingling feelings have their way.

She was now facing almost toward Greg as he said, “Uh, can I ask you a personal question? One that’s probably none of my business.”

“Sure, you can ask me anything.”

“This is a pretty ‘in’ group that’s throwing this party. Some pretty sophisticated people. I wouldn’t want you to get off on the wrong foot with them, if you know what I mean.”

“Is there a problem? Am I dressed wrong or something?” Julie asked with a note of panic creeping into her voice.

“No, no, I love the dress and you look damn good in it. I was just wondering what you had on under it?”

Julie was taken aback by the question. It seemed odd and out of place. She wasn’t sure where this was leading, and part of her didn’t want to think about it. She pushed the nagging little voice to the back of her mind. Greg had been every bit of the gentleman, up until now. Was she taking this the wrong way?

Nervously she replied, “I’m wearing a bra and panties.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Man, that’s so old fashioned and right out of the Stone Age and the Bible Belt. None of the girls at this party would even think about wearing anything under their dresses. They’re too hip for something like that. It’s the twenty-first century, not the Victorian Age.”

The little voice was back and almost yelling. Sensing where this was going, Julie’s first urge was to tell Greg to take her home but then there was the need to fit in. Also, she thought of herself as a good girl and good girls didn’t do such things. Did they? Another part of her asked.

She had been here for two months and hadn’t even met anyone that would or could be a possible date until last Monday. Greg was cute and popular; he had a beautiful car. These were all in his favor but that question… was… well…

Her upbringing fought with her desire to be part of the crowd, to have friends, especially a boyfriend. She bit her lower lip and stared out the windshield as the battle raged in her mind. Could she go to this party without anything on under her dress? No one else might know but she would and Greg would.

When she hadn’t said anything in several blocks, Greg pulled over and stopped. He turned slightly in the seat and looked at Julie intently. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just giving you a little friendly advice. These are nice people but they are a trendy group and I’m afraid that the other girls might see this as a weak point and give you the cold shoulder treatment.”

Julie stared straight ahead. Her heart was beating fast and she realized she was breathing in little short, panting breaths. What should she do? What did she want to do? Those questions had her frozen.

After a long moment, Greg sighed and said, “Ok, I’ll take you back to the dorm. I thought I had found a new member for the group and that you might like to be part of it, but it’s obvious that you won’t or can’t fit in.”

Julie squirmed in her seat from his words. She was near panic as he made a u-turn and headed back the way they had come. Her first date was going to be over before it even began. She was a good girl but always fantasized about being bad. Now was her chance, if she had the guts to take it. Could she do it?

The war in her head came to a screeching halt as Julie heard herself say, “Ok, I’ll take them off.” The voice didn’t sound like hers. There was a note of defiance in it that she never heard herself use before. She also couldn’t believe that she was actually going to do something like this.

Greg pulled over again and smiled at her. “I’m glad you changed your mind. I really want you to fit in,” he whispered softly.

Julie took a deep breath and continued to stare straight ahead, a look of uncertainty, almost dread on her face. Her hands toyed with the hem of her skirt. The war over her being a bad girl or a good one was back on in her mind, even if her mouth had conceded the battle.

Her hands moved the hem up along her thighs a little ways as one part of her said Greg was cool with it, and wouldn’t think badly of her. Her hands moved down as she once again heard her Mom telling her that good girls always wore underwear in public.