I don't remember how long it took, but when I moved in with my flatmate, we synchronised up pretty quickly.  Now for those that don't know, when girls spend a lot of time together, their periods start happening at the same time - it's a freaky nature thing, I don't know why.  The stereotype follows that once a month we mope around eating chocolate and watching films together on the sofa.  That part is sort of true, but what people don't think about is that we also get a bit hornier at certain times too.  I think that happens right before we ovulate, and last night might have been that time.

Now living with a pretty lesbian, Amy, and being a broken bisexual slut myself, you would think we would find a way to satisfy eachother on such an occasion.  However, Amy is now in a relationship and so is 'out of reach'.  That doesn't mean shes not still intruiged by my sexual outcomings though, and she likes to poke at me sometimes trying to figure me out and see if what I say is true.  It's not usually a cruel poking, just a type curious exploration.

Last night I was going out with a couple of girly friends to some local-ish bars and probably a club.  Being horny as hell, I was looking forward to it a lot, but I think Amy was a bit dissapointed she wasn't coming along.  Anyway, when I was getting ready, she has hanging around in my doorway and kept asking me what I'd wear, and suggesting other things I should try on.  This was slowing me down and annoying as hell, so eventually I said something like "why don't you just pick for me then!?" to which she said "yes" with an instantly recognisable glint of mischief.

I think Amy already knew what she wanted me to wear, as she went right into my wardrobe and started looking for something specific, which is always a worry as I still have a lot of crazy outfits from my past life (corsets, catsuits, some harnesses), and I was dreading her picking one of them. Anyway, she chose my new black halterneck dress which I'd recently bought from ASOS and was waiting for the weather to warm up a bit before wearing it out.  I would have protested to Amy, but whenever I do she just says something like "I thought you were a broken 3 holed cunt?" and looks at me with distain until I agree.

So anyway, the dress has a low back and a hole at the front, and kinda doesn't allow for a bra - not a problem, my tits are small and strong enough.  So I slipped the dress on and waited for Amy to give me the next clothing to wear, which was a pair of black holdups.  Normally I'd wear tights, especially under a dress that short, but I wanted Amy to have her fun, so I agreed to wear them and let her help put them on me and caught her lookup up my dress at my pussy a few times. She was probably checking if I was wet or not, (and I was!) and she was probably as wet as me.  She chose my only real going out shoes, a medium heeled court shoe, and asked me if I wanted to wear knickers. Oh course she knew that I needed something for my wetness and picked out some nasty big white knickers - a practical choise that had no edging and so no VPL, but not at all sexy.  I figured I could take them off and throw them away later anyway. 

After straightening my hair, scraping it into a pony tail with a red hairband and putting on just a little too much makeup, including some rather red lipstick (to match the hairband), I was ready to go out, or so I thought.  Just as I opened the front door, Amy stopped me, and told me to swap knickers with her.  To be honest, it was a bit of a weird request, but it sort of turned me on, and so I whipped off my granny pants at the entrance to the hallway as she pulled a simple white thong from under her skirt and passed it to me.  Her thong was suprisingly damp, and that seemed to make Amy blush a bit, but I didn't dwell on it and pecked her on the cheek (leaving a lipstick mark!) and went out.

The night was actually pretty cool.  My friends were all dressed up, and while I was probably wearing the least, when we ended up in the club there were other girls with a bit less on so I didn't feel out of place. 

Having been a Mistress for a while, I think I understand Men pretty well, and it didn't take long before I identified a guy that looked like the type I was after and followed him to the bar.  After 'bumping into him' and flashing a bit of my stocking topped thighs we had a few drinks and later left the club early for a taxi back to his flat which was actually a pretty smart place, though his bedroom was a bit of a man-cave. In his flat, the guy actually seemed a bit shy and didn't seem to be making a move, so I think I ended up taking off my thong and giving him a lap dance to get things going.  After that all was good, but I think I'd misread him - I was looking for someone tall and strong, perhaps with a bit of kink to take me, and while this guy had a great body, he was a bit lazy and I ended up on top doing all the work.

I woke up in his man-cave this morning, and he was properly passed out.  I did think of having a wank then and there, and trying to initiate something with him again, but decided just to get dressed and creep out - something I feel really bad doing, but sometimes it's just easiest all round.

So to today.  When I got back in this morning, Amy was already up, and asked about the night with great interest.  I told her all about it over coffee, still wearing the dress and not yet having had a chance to clean myself up.  I think Amy found it funny that I was a bit proud and didn't feel any shame about going out like that, or sleeping with this guy and leaving without even getting his phone number or anything, but I really don't see why that matters. I like cock and I got some.

Oddly when the conversation was done, Amy asked me for thong back - I don't really know why, but I had left it at the guys house which annoyed her.  This is a thing I do if I think I might meet a guy again - I leave something, usually my knickers, at their place as a momento for them, and an excuse for me to come back to.  At the very least it's an ice-breaker if I want to see someone again.  Anyway, Amy was a bit pissed off that I'd left her thong at some guys place, and so she asked me again (she often does) how much of a broken 3 holed cunt I am.  This normally preceeds some sort of dare or humiliation, and I told her how broken I am, which is sort of my way of telling her how very horny I am (very).

Amy decided that I shouldn't get washed or changed today and should stay as a 'skank', and so I haven't.  She also has said I need to keep my heeled shoes on, and that I should wear my knickers - the big granny ones - around my ankles for the day, which I am doing, but to make things 'more broken' as she put it, she's written over the knickers with a marker pen (one of my pens infact) so it says "skank" on the front, "slut" on the back and my mobile number through the crotch!?!  

So anyway, horny as I am, I'm going to wear this today, and even tomorrow if she asks me.  I'm showing her what I really am, and I don't care if she orders pizza tonight either.

b3hc

PS: I'm putting up a gallery of the dress I'm wearing so you can see what you think.