Brief description of my girlfriend at the time: beautiful Asian girl, big light-brown almost hazel eyes, 5'3", about 115 lbs, skinny waist, wide hips for her frame, phat bubbly ass, silky smooth skin, perky 36C tits and just an overall ridiculous body for someone that small.
We were both 18, fresh out of high school, and had managed to rent a tiny studio guest house together. I worked full time while she was starting classes at the local community college.
She came from a very traditional Asian household. Her parents basically only allowed jeans and T-shirts growing up.
Moving out flipped a switch.
She went full rebellion mode and started dressing the exact opposite of how she grew up. Definitely fueled by daddy issues and craving male attention.
Crop tops. Mini skirts that barely cover her ass. Tiny dresses with cutouts. Cheeky booty shorts. Corsets. Lace stuff that honestly looked more like lingerie than normal clothes. Pretty much everything she wore showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered anything below the waist.
One of my favorite outfit combos she wore often was corsets with mini skirts.
We were also the first people in our friend group to have our own place, so our tiny studio naturally became the hangout spot.
The whole place was maybe 400 square feet, so we’d usually only have two or three friends over at a time.
A few nights a week the same couple of guys would come over and we’d smoke weed and play Magic: The Gathering. We didn’t even have a table, so we’d sit on the floor in a circle and play.
Most of the time she’d be sitting with us wearing a low-cut crop top and a mini skirt.
I’ll never forget the time I got home late and found her on the living room floor playing Magic with three of the guys. In the small studio there wasn’t much distance between the front door and the living space, and the cards were spread out between them as they sat in a circle on the floor.
She was facing the door with her knees spread wide to either side, the soles of her feet pressed together as she leaned forward studying the game. Her skin-tight black satin crop top caught the room’s light with a glossy sheen, perfectly accentuating her perky tits.
It was paired with a high-waisted black satin miniskirt that hugged her waist just below her bellybutton.
I didn’t think much of it as I stepped inside and walked toward them. But the closer I got, the more the angle changed.
Sitting like that, with her knees spread wide and leaning forward over the cards, the skirt had slipped even farther down along the slope of her thighs. It was already extremely short to begin with, ending only a couple of inches below her crotch when she was standing. In that position it had slid down toward the highest part of her thighs, leaving the front completely open and her white cotton thong clearly visible to everyone.
I was only a few steps behind them when I was able to see how tiny her thong was—barely big enough to cover anything. Any smaller and her pussy lips would have been out. The realization that she’d been flashing everyone in the room stopped me in my tracks.
That was when the guys noticed me standing there. All three of them abruptly looked down at their cards, their eyes glued to them like they were afraid to look anywhere else.
They played mostly in silence with long awkward pauses adding to the tension in the room.
The game finished about 20 minutes later.
One of the guys quietly shuffled his deck and cleared his throat. “Uh… new game?”
Everyone agreed.
I grabbed my deck, sat down to the side of my girlfriend, and joined the game.
She still sat the same way and it was really hard to focus on playing with her exposed crotch in my peripheral vision the entire time.
All the guys were tying there best not to stare but I could tell anytime they looked down at the cards in play their eyes would scan across her crotch.
Slowly the awkwardness faded as we all smoked more weed and were eventually were able to play the game like we didn’t have a constant view up my girlfriends skirt.
We played several matches over the next few hours and as time went on the guys would let there eyes lock on to her crotch more often and for longer times.
I intentionally would turn my head to one of the other guys and crack jokes, lightening the mood and giving them opportunities to look without fear of being caught.
We continued playing late into the night and nobody ever once acknowledged the incredibly obvious elephant (or pussy) in the room.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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