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really felt comfortable in the apartment I shared
with Alexa, even though our space was a bit on the small side. But it was ours
and it was homey. It took us a while to find the right décor; thankfully, we
had the same taste. I wasn’t sure what the name was for our style. Was it
contemporary or modern? Or maybe it was something different altogether.
    Rich browns, creams and reds decorated our small
living room. Only a few pieces of furniture adorned the space, the comfy
leather recliner the object of many a bet as to who was going to enjoy it on
any given night.
    Our kitchen was also small but it had come with up-to-date
appliances, a cost-saving benefit to the both of us. The kitchen island gave
way to four stools which slid underneath. More savings.
    For as small as the living room and kitchen were,
we lucked out with the size of the bedrooms and the one bathroom we shared. The
much larger spaces allowed us to fit all of our other furniture and belongings.
    Like I said, we were very lucky to find the place. It
wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t as pricey as some of the other places we’d looked
at. Splitting the bills right down the middle left us both with a little extra
cash to splurge on whatever else we liked. One of those splurges was going to
be the night’s fun at Throttle.
      “Hey, Sara!”
Alexa shouted. “I didn’t even hear you come in. Can you come back here? I need
your fashion opinion.” Alexa had more clothes than I think she knew what to do
with, piles of outfits strewn all over her room. I honestly didn’t know how she
ever found anything.
    She was holding up a short, navy blue dress as I
walked into her room. Other options were laid out on top of her bed, in case
that one didn’t pan out.
    “It’s nice, but isn’t it a bit short? Aren’t you
worried you’ll be showing off your goodies?”
    “If I’m lucky, yes!” she exclaimed, a big grin on
her beautiful face. I knew Lex was not easy or slutty or anything like that. But
you really couldn’t tell by the way she dressed sometimes. I personally wasn’t
comfortable dressing like she did, something she was forever trying to change.
    “If you like it, then I’m sure you’ll look great.”
There was no use in defending my position because she was going to wear what
she wanted. Sometimes I didn’t even know why she asked my opinion.
    “What are you going to wear tonight? And please
don’t say jeans and a T-shirt.” All
right, so she knew me a little too well.
    “Well…yeah. I don’t have anything else.” I really
did need to go shopping for some new clothes. What I had was nice, but I didn’t
have club clothes. But a piece here
and there couldn’t really hurt, as long as it was to my taste, and length.
    “Here, I have the perfect dress for you.” She went
into that packed closet of hers and almost fell over something trying to reach
to the left to pull an item out.
    It was a beautiful, hunter-green dress, with a plunging
neckline the main focus. The back of it was no more modest, a large opening
scooping down to pretty much show off the top of my ass. As if that wasn’t
enough, the length barely covered my lady parts.
      “You’re
kidding, right? I would never wear that out in public. First of all, it’s way
too short. I’m a good three inches taller than you, so it would be that much shorter on me. And second of
all, I couldn’t possibly wear a bra because of how open the back is.”
    “So then don’t wear a bra.”           
    “Are you out of your mind? Do you know what I would
look like with no bra?” I was too well endowed to never wear support. I wasn’t
gargantuan, but I had too much to ever go without a bra, in public at least.
    “You have a great rack, Sara. You don’t take enough
advantage of your gifts .” She was
already laughing because she knew I found it funny when she referred to my
breasts as gifts . I shook my head and
smiled.
    “I’m not wearing that dress, so if you don’t