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"What's up Ginny?" Virginia flashed Carla, her flatmate, a quick smile before the frown returned to her face. She continued gnawing the inside of her cheek as she stared at the telly. "I'm fine." "You don't look it." Carla said. Virginia glared at her. "I didn't mean it like that." Carla began, back-peddaling madly. "You look great - as usual. But you're all uptight." "Virginia sighed. "If I thought I needed therapy I'd ask for it." "See!" Carla exclaimed. "You are uptight. What's wrong? Is it Nick?" Virginia didn't reply at first. She was trying to act cool. "You're going to think I'm mad." She said. "I just get this...Insecure thing. I can't help it." "Because every other woman fancies him?" Carla asked. Virginia nodded. "He wants you because you're different." Carla interrupted her thoughts. "You're cool, mysterious, a bit aloof, you don't give a fuck that he a megastar. And you give off this...Pure aura." "I know. I fucking hate that." Virginia muttered. Carla looked shocked. Virginia never swore. "I'm just being a perfectionist. I want it - I want us - to be perfect. I don't want it to go wrong." Sniffed Virginia. "Why should it?" Asked Carla. "Because he'll get bored once he realises how straight I am. Especially," Virginia stared at the red wine stain on the rug. "when it comes to sex." "So you've got problems in bed?" Carla asked. But Virginia shook her head. "No, it's fine. We kind of click. But I want to show him that there's more to me than meets the eye." "And is there?" Smiled Carla. "I think there must be, Virginia whispered, blushing slightly. The next evening when Carla came home from work, her mouth dropped open. "Wow!" She breathed gawping at her flatmate. Virginia had slithered into a tight rubber dress that pushed up her breasts and clung to her curves. She wore vicious looking spiky heels. "They're scary." Carla giggled. "That's the idea. I quite like the thought of giving Nick a shock - bossing him around." Carla's eyes widened. She knew by laughing now that she'd put Virginia off. "And then?" She prompted. "I'll tell him where he can touch me." She paused and giggled. "D'you think I can carry it off?" Carla smiled. "Course you could. You're talking dressing up and being assertive, that's all. Not whips and manacles." She assured Virginia. "You're right." Said Virginia. "You're seeing him tonight aren't you?" Carla asked. "I'll make myself scarce." "You'd better." Smiled Virginia. Virginia gazed at her reflection for once not being self-critical. She did look sexy. She felt it too. She couldn't wait for Nick to arrive. At 8pm precisely, the doorbell rang. Virginia opened the door. "What kept you?" She murmered. Nick's eyes were on stalks. "Wow." He gasped. He tried to reach for her but she eluded him. She was going to make him wait - and make him sweat. "C'mon, lemme feel. You look amazing." He said, lunging at her. "Not yet." She said shaking her head. Nick tried to grab her again. "I mean it." She said firmly. He smiled and held up his hands in mock surrender. She strode into the bedroom, her heels clacking on the floorboards. Nick followed her so closely she could feel his breath on her neck. "Sit down." She ordered. He perched on the edge of the bed. " Still no touching." She added as he raised a hand. Virinia stood in front of him. She arched her back and ran her hands over the rubber contours of her body. Her eyes were closed but she could feel him watching her. Wanting her. She wanted him too. Desperately. She lent forward, took his hands in hers and guided them across her dress. His hands traced the shape of each rubber clad breast. He pulled her down into his lap and she felt his fingers push up under the tight rubber until they were where she wanted them to be. She parted her legs slightly, allowing his fingers to creep higher. Slowly, he slid one inside her. "No panties." Nick whispered. "Another suprise." "I'm full of them" She murmered back. Then she pushed him backwards on the bed, quickly unzipping his fly. Pulling his jeans down over his hips, she hoisted up the rubber dress and sat astride him, still wearing the spiky heels. "Oh, Ginny." He moaned as she sank onto him. As she moved, taking in the length of him, Virginia sensed his orgasm building. She slowed down. She was in charge now. He'd have to wait. Nick starred at her, gripping her hips as she moved. When they finally came, he cried out, his hot skin pressing against the rubber of the dress. "Perfection." He sighed. "Pure perfection." "Don't you mean impure perfection?" Giggled Virginia. Maybe she should do this more often. "You're incredible.." Breathed Nick. "Have you done anything like that before?" Virginia didn't want to seem inexperienced. Damn, she hadn't anticipated this bit. "Bathroom." She murmered, jumping out of bed suddenyl. "Be back in a minute." She needed time to think. "As she crept back into the badroom she decided to lie. She'd tell him that of course shewas into this stuff - always had been. "Nick?" Shw whispered, wondering if he was asleep. He was sitting up in the bed, looking at her with laughter in his big blue eyes and the softest sweetest smile on his face. And between his fingers was the tell tale price ticket off her brand new rubber dress.

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