An Accidental Woman 3

I was a woman. No doubt about it.

I stepped out of the shower with one foot onto the bathmat, grabbing my towel in one movement. I dried my hair a bit at first, getting most of the water dripping, then down my chest, lifting my breasts and drying underneath, eventually leaning over and moving the towel from my crotch down my thigh and back around my calf to my foot. Shaving my legs had been a chore at first, but now it was just something that had to be done. What I had not gotten use to were the suttle movements of my body. When I leaned down to dry my leg, my breasts moved before I did, falling forward towards my face, and eventually preventing me from reaching all the way down. When I walked, my hips actually moved up and down, causing my ass to lift and fall. My hair moved opposite my movements, as did my breasts, always reacting to my body’s first movement, never leading, never taking control.

Once semi dry, I put some panties on and sat on the floor in front of the body length mirror and started to dry my hair. As I did I thought long and hard about the evening in front of me. They probably wouldn’t show up, I mean an attractive woman blows you off and then volunteers for a group sex, most likely she would be giving a fake address. That’s what I would have thought when I was a man. By the time I was done drying my hair I was convinced that it wouldn’t happen. I made a sandwich and ate on the couch in my panties watching the evening news, as if nothing in the world was strange about me being nearly naked on the couch.

By the time I was done eating my sandwich, I was freezing. The afterglow from the hairdryer had worn off, and the chill from the windows was making my nipples sore from their hardness. I had to cover up. I walked back to my bedroom and rifled through my drawers. It seemed I was looking at things for the first time. My drawers has become a product of mindless shopping, stuffing everything in bags and getting home and simply dumping them in drawers.

I rifled through them and started trying on everything. I marveled at how the silk made me feel. The smooth fabric did more than comfort me, it instantly made me feel sexy. I still got slightly turned on by the simple look of my body and the movement of it, but the fabric took that to another level. Lace on my skin, my nipples moving back and forth in my bra against the soft inner cups, all brought sexual feelings to me. I wasn’t soaked or craving or anything like that, it was much more subtle.

I tried on several of my new bras. I had gotten quite use to putting them on, but noticed the differences in the design that I never would have before I had breasts. Many of my bras had formed cups. They smoothed me and in clothes made clean lines, but I didn’t feel as sexy in them. I settled on a black lace bra with half cups, covering my nipples, but leaving a portion of my areolas somewhat exposed. The support was amazing, something the other bras didn’t provide, yet another thing I was fast learning, ie, that expensive bras are actually worth the money. I picked through the panties, and found two that closely matched the bra. I picked the thong first, straightened it out and then stepped into it. I pulled them up, and looked in the mirror. I turned around to look at myself. The thong disappeared into my ass crack, and amazingly I couldn’t really feel it. I mean I could tell it was there, but it wasn’t anywhere near what I thought a thong would feel like. It made me feel sexy. I felt my pussy was covered, but my ass exposed, and could only imagine what it would look like when I walked. I pulled them down and put on the other pair. The panties were all silk, and they made me feel comfortable, sexy, but not as I don’t know, out there. I liked them, but put the thong back on. I stepped to the closet and fingered through the few clothes I had. I was struck by the feeling women have when they don’t have anything to wear.

Most of what I had were separates. I grabbed a skirt and put it on, then went through several tops that just didn’t seem to work. Eventually, I had most of my clothes on the bed, and was standing once again in my bra and thong studying an empty closet. Then I heard it.

There was a knock on the door.

Panic rushed through me. I thought about ignoring it, but was drawn to the door. I peaked out the hole, and saw the guy I talked to with three other guys standing right outside the door. I ran back to the bathroom and grabbed my robe and pulled it around me. I walked back to the door and looked out the peephole again. There had been several knocks since the first, each time causing panic to race through me, but now face to face with them, with only a small wooden plank between us, I felt a wave of excitement running through me.

I cracked the door and peered out.

“Damn girl, I thought you had fucked with us.”

“Sorry, I was getting ready.” I pulled the door open and they kind of pushed their way in. I stood by the door as all four guys walked in and studied the room. The guy holding the beer walked to the kitchen and deposited the beer in the fridge, pulling out beers once he was there and passing it to everyone but me.

“So I don’t get one?” I asked.

He smiled and brought me a beer. I could feel the awkwardness in the room. I could also feel the chill from the door being open so long, and I could tell from their eyes, that they could tell I could feel the cold as well. I tried to mask the evidence by pulling my arms to my chest and covering my nipples, but by doing so I made the matter worse by creating even more cleavage coming from the fold in my robe. I was in a room with four very horny guys. There wasn’t much I could do to change that.

“So girl, you invited us over. You want to go out or something. You’re the boss.”

“I didn’t think yall would actually come over.” I smiled and looked at the floor. There was something about the ringleader that was overly intimidating.

“Well you want us to leave? I mean we don’t want to be ruining any plans you had.”

Here was my chance to get out of this, but no matter how much I much I wanted them to leave, something greater in me wanted them to stay. “No its fine, I didn’t have any plans.”

When I said it, me smiled at me. The other guys were together on the couch, while I was standing between them and him. He stood by the doorway to the kitchen. One of the guys behind me turned on the television and they made themselves comfortable.

“Got any card?”

“Yeah I think so, I think they are in the kitchen.”

I walked into the kitchen, brushing past the ringleader, Kevin, looking up at him in the eyes, and went through drawers until I found them.