Ginger groaned and reached out to silence her alarm clock. She thought about giving up and going back to sleep, until Bongo, having heard the alarm, bounded onto the bed in search of attention.
As she gradually came into focus she suddenly remembered the events of the previous night, the party at Carol's that had been unlike any party she had been to. Her mind filled with scene after erotic scene, strangers for the most part who happened to share a special fondness for things sensual and the exotic pleasures they afforded.
She hopped out of bed and hurried to dress for school. She knew what she was going to wear, the black skirt and dolman sleeved top she had bought on Saturday. She knew it was a bit much for school, but the thought of how good it would feel while watching Lynn in hers made the thought irresistible.
In the cool morning air the clothes felt like ice on her skin, just what she wanted. She wished that more of the classrooms were air conditioned, but short of that she hoped for cool weather.
She thought about wearing something underneath that would stimulate her cunt more directly, but she was still tender from her weekend ordeals and decided to give it a rest. Then, as a contingency, she picked out a flesh colored, latex crotch teaser remarkably similar to the one Carol had worn, and tucked in her purse. She made a mental note to ask Judy for one for Lynn, with a matching bra. By Thursday or Friday Lynn just might be willing to extend the scope of her daily ritual to include something stronger.
As she gathered together her books and notes she found her passion being fanned by the sensation of the skirt and top caressing her bare skin. The heavy skirt felt almost like the pants, except for the fact that the caresses did not reach the inside of her thighs. On balance, the selvage of the eight seams felt very good brushing over her legs and ass, much more noticeable than with the pants. And the top was heavenly. Every move made the cool nylon brush across her nipples, producing the kind of constant tickling sensation that Steve was so into. She chuckled at the thought of walking beside him and whispering to him how wonderful it felt, imagining him having to walk bowlegged, like a cowboy, due to the huge erection he would get from it.
Doubts about wearing such a fancy outfit to school were still nagging at her as she went to brush her hair one last time. In the bathroom she spotted her white pleated skirt, still hung up to dry after she had washed it Sunday afternoon. The memory of Lynn in it floated back warm and sweet, and was quickly joined by the anguished cries of Teddi and Steve who both were driven nearly insane by similar garments. Realizing that Lynn had seen and heard the same thing, and felt its magic touch against her bare skin, Ginger considered the possibilities if she wore it instead.
In a second her mind was made up. She shed what she had on in exchange for the white skirt and a bright blue satin sleeveless shell top. She liked the satin top almost as much as the qiana one. The fabric was light and supple, and not backed with crepe, so it felt cold and sensuous against her skin. Even though its lack of frills made it look appropriate for a blouse, most woman would balk at wearing it without a bra due to how little it did to conceal her breasts. Not only did the low, scooped neckline reveal the rounded tops of her boobs, the thin, shiny fabric shimmered and shook as her breasts bounced around underneath. The sensation kept her thought on sex and her nipples erect constantly, their condition made obvious by the lumps they made. The satin didn't mold itself to her curves the way nylon jersey did, but in turn the slightly rough inner surface felt heavenly rubbing against her nipples. By the end of the day, if not lunch time, they would be aching.
The walk to her car gave her a hint of what was in store for her. The day was cool, and with nothing but the thinnest silk covering her she shivered in the shade of the parking lot. The pleats felt wonderful tickling her ass, and her breasts tingled from the touch of satin flowing over them as they jiggled. She wished she could wear the outfit for Steve, out on a late night stroll that lead to a long night of tickling and sex.
It wasn't until she was herding her RX-7 through traffic that she connected with something Steve had said. He had mentioned being a musician, a drummer, and what she just realized was that he played in the same group that she had hired for Elle-Elle's Christmas bash. She couldn't wait to see him again, especially under those circumstances.
Thinking about Steve made her think about Ralph. A plan exploded in her mind, remarkably detailed and very exciting. She would go to his place one night dressed in the slinky black dress Carol had given her, and bring along the pleated chiffon skirt and her trusty white one too, plus a change of clothes. First she would ask him to string her up and tickle her. Her new dress would be perfect for that. Following that, she would guide him through a re-enactment of what they had done to Teddi. Then she would use the dress and the skirts on him, just like they had done with Steve. The thought of Ralph screaming the way Steve had made her cunt twinge and throb. The final touch, as it were, would come on their next date, when she would wear the pleated chiffon skirt and very little else. She hoped that the sight of her in what had driven them both crazy would keep him on edge all evening, just as she hoped that what she wore now would do the same for Lynn.
Another possibility to consider would be inviting Lynn to join them. Ralph would probably find her very appealing. She knew he had a thing for blonds, but Lynn was so cute and fresh that it might work out, especially if she played the part of a cheerleader. Perhaps, Ginger thought, it was time to get to know the girls on the pep squad, enough to allow her to get her hands on a genuine uniform.
Ginger tried to imagine something special they could do with Lynn. A vague, cloudy image began to take form. Instead of tying Lynn down, they would just tie her arms behind her back and let Ralph hold her while she played with her. She saw Ralph kneeling on the floor, holding Lynn from behind. He had his big, strong arms under her thighs, lifting her off the ground and holding her legs spread wide. She was kneeling in front of them, using a feather to tease Lynn's thighs and cunt, into which she had slipped her best rin no tama. Lynn was shaking so much Ralph had to work hard to hold on to her, but that sweet, lithe young body heaving against his gave him tremendous satisfaction.
Ginger's reverie distracted her enough so that she was almost side-swiped by a bus pulling out from the curb. Angrily she reached for the horn button, disregarding the local habit of refraining from honking your horn.
She had no choice but to follow the bus, its smelly exhaust robbing her of both fresh air and her erotic daydreams. Only after some heroic lane changing was she able to get around it. As she neared the campus her intellect began to make demands for more time, but before she switched her attention to the serious matter of school she lingered on one last sexy thought. She pondered the possibility of inviting Nancy and Teddi to join Elle Elle. And even Carol.
Like herself, the women of Elle-Elle tended to be rather intellectual. They were a gap group -- too brainy for the Barbie doll sororities that focused on parties, too liberal sexually for the intellectually lofty but drearily conservative groups. Being based on campus, they naturally drew from a group of well-educated women, who usually went on to pursue professional careers. Ginger was certain that her new friends would fit right in sexually, but wondered if they would feel comfortable amidst so many intelligent women.
Nancy and Teddi were both the right age, but Carol was older. Not too old, not old enough to be their parent's age, but, well, old. Most sisters continued to drop by from time to time even after they graduated, and their was a good sized group of graduate students. Still, women Carol's age generally came only when invited to give a talk.
If nothing else, she could ask Carol to participate in one of the heavier S&M related presentations. Ginger shivered at the thought of Carol hanging by her wrists and dressed only in her leather harness as the members practiced their spanking technique. She made a mental note to propose something like that to Carol, and if she accepted, to put her in touch with whoever was in charge of that presentation.
When she reached the dark confines of the parking structure Ginger checked to see that the coast was clear, then slipped her had between her legs. Her cunt was hot and wet, and in seconds her mind was filled with pleasure as her finger stroked her clit. For a minute or two she lost herself in a flood of ecstasy, until she was poised on the brink of orgasm. Then she pulled her hand away, smoothed out her skirt, and got out of her car.
As she walked towards her rendezvous with Lynn her body trembled as the soft, icy cold silk tickled her skin. When she neared the elevator her orgasm struck, gently and without warning. Her knees felt like rubber, and she couldn't go on walking. A yelp sprang from her mouth as she stood there trembling, her senses filled by the odd combination of the vision of Carol being spanked and the delightful feeling of her outfit tickling her. The orgasm passed quickly, but the tickling did not let up. Feeling quite pleased with herself, she set off to meet Lynn.