I'm with my friend Nat and we're outside a club, waiting to get in. I'm already drunk, and I see this man. He's in his mid-twenties, tall, brunette. T...ere's something different about him. He's beautiful, yet he seems distant. I stare at him for a while then he turns his head towards my direction. His eyes meet mine. I instantly turn away, flash my ID to the doorman and make it in the club. The music fills my ears, I feel the beat all the way to my heart and head for the bar. I get shots and we. Disclaimers: This story is a work of fiction, and no resemblance to anyone living, dead, or undead is intended or implied. If you think otherwise, you need to get a life. And, while it is quite probably a "G-rated" tale, it does concern itself with themes of an adult nature and no one of a chronological age less than eighteen should read it; those with an emotional age of less than eighteen also need to get a life. A Little Dab Will. There are some really cute ones of course but not a whole lot of variety. They wear the same clothes, do their hair the same. Life is just a parade of varying combinations of breasts and butts and faces.One of my few friends is a hot Goth girl named Christine. She has great tits, and wears what I consider to be sexy outfits which get me kind of fired up. While most all of the girls on campus just wear shorts or jeans and T-shirts all the time she wears corsets and crinolines and long sleeves. Looking up, at the mirrored wall, I saw me. Naked from the waist up,my skin porcelain and hairless. Gary stood behind me, taller by amile, staring into my eyes through the reflection. My mind tried tocontrol the situation, tried to bring myself back to a grounded level.But it wasn?t working.I had a bra on. It was black, and lacy, and very sexy. Not me, Iwasn?t sexy. But the bra was. I?d always loved women who wore sexylingerie, and now suddenly there was some sexy lingerie right in.