The Denim Skirt

1,

‘Oooh, just the person!’

I looked up and saw Chloe smiling at me.

‘Erm, oh! Hello’ I said, ;Erm, just the person?’

Chloe laughed and said, ‘You’re just the person I was thinking of, you should definitely buy it’

I was even more confused.  To give some context, I had been browsing the books in a charity shop when Chloe, a flatmate of my previous girlfriend, Angela had accosted me with the ‘just the person’ line.

‘I haven’t seen anything that’s caught my eye Chloe’ I said.

‘No, not a book, the denim skirt’ said Chloe and pointed to one of the racks of clothing.

‘The denim skirt?’ I asked, confusingly.

‘Yes’, said Chloe, the knee length one, I was just looking through the skirts and came across it, it immediately reminded me of you, then I looked up and there you are, it was meant to be, you have to have it ok.’

‘You’ve got me Chloe’ I said, ‘What are you on about?’

‘You know,’ she smiled and continued, ‘It’s just like that one of Angela’s that you wore’

‘Ah!’ I said.

A few months ago when I was still with Angela I had spent an afternoon wearing one of her denim skirts, whilst she wore a similar one.  We were messing about, and I can’t really remember how it had come about.  Chloe had been home, and had thought it looked great on me and made quite a few quips and comments about my legs, and how well the skirt had fitted me.

‘You remember that’, I asked.

‘Of course I do’, she said, ‘You looked so hot, I quite liked you already, but after seeing you in a skirt, I was smitten.  Just my thing I guess, but a guy looking hot in a skirt or dress gets me every time,’  she smiled, and continued, ‘Go on, buy it, everyone needs a denim skirt in their wardrobe, and you can’t steal Angela’s anymore Ok.’

‘I didn’t steal her skirt, I just wore it once,’ I countered.

‘Really?’ exclaimed Chloe.  ‘You wore it for hours, it looked like you claimed ownership to me, anyway, you need to have this, come’,  With that she took my hand and led me to the clothes rack.  ‘Erm, where is it?’  She rifled through the skirts and pulled out a denim skirt pronounced, ‘Yes, this is the one, Ok you have to have it.’

I looked at the offered skirt, it did look the same as the one I’d worn, and I had enjoyed that day, so I smiled.

Chloe’s eyes lit up, ‘See see, you do want it, look at you smile,.’

I laughed, ‘But why would I need it Chloe, it’s not like I’d wear it is it?’

‘For me’ she said, ‘I like you in it, and so you’d do it for me, back at my place, besides which you’d probably get embarrassed trying it on here, so you'd need to come to mine to make sure it fits ok, but to be honest I can already tell it will, I have a good eye for these things.’

I was bamboozled and taken somewhat off guard and sort of stammered, ‘Gosh! No, I wouldn’t try it on here.’ where really I should just be saying that I didn’t want it, but this conversation had blind-sided me.

‘Good, it’s settled then, off you go to the till, then it’s back to mine to try it on, ok?’ said Chloe excitedly.

I managed to recover somewhat and said, ‘Chloe, I wouldn’t want to meet Angela at yours,’ as if that was the only reason I could think of, as opposed to just not needing a skirt.

Chloe’s mouth made a  big circle, and she exclaimed, ‘Oh! I guess you don’t know, I moved out, I have my own place now on my own, literally just around the corner, so no more arguments, get over to the till  OK?’  

‘Erm ok, I said.  With that the skirt was thrust into my hand and I found myself as if in a dream, wandering over to the till and purchasing a denim skirt, that the helpful assistant put in a bag for me, and I exited the shop with the ecstatic Chloe.  On some level I was sure that a mere few minutes ago I was happily looking for a book, what was going on?

The Flat

2.

Chloe linked her arm in mine and guided me along a couple of streets towards her flat.  It was a small  office building, and Chloe led me around the side and up some steps to a door that led into a flat above the offices.  Just through the door were a few more steps up but before we could go up, Chloe stopped me and said, ‘No further, until you put the skirt on.  It’s my place and I have a strict no trousers rule past this point. Ok?’

‘You you want me to put it on here by the door?’ I stammered.

‘Yes,’ said Chloe, ‘I’m not a fan of trousers, I mean so ugly, have you ever seen me stoop so low as to wear a pair?  I don’t like them, and I don’t want them in my flat, so come on, remove those offensive things and leave them here, then we can go up.Ok?’

‘Ok,’ I said, I had no idea why I complied, it just seemed the right thing to do, so my shoes and trousers were removed and I found myself sliding on the denim skirt.  Chloe was smiling deeply and her eyes were practically sparkling, but she composed herself and said, ‘Hmm, not sure about those boxers and socks, it should probably be panties and some nice pink long socks next time, OK?’

‘Ok,’ I answered.  I wasn’t exactly sure what I was saying at this point.  My heart was beating fast as if I was in flight or fight mode.  Choe said something else that finished with ‘OK?’ and I just said, ‘Ok’ again sort of automatically.

‘Great, you’re the best,’ said Chloe, then, ;wait here, and don’t go anywhere ok,’ and she laughed as she picked up my trousers and ran up the other stairs into the rest of her flat.

‘Don’t go anywhere’ I mused.  Where was I going to go in a skirt?  In no time at all Chloe was back and said, there you go’ and was handing me a pair of pink panties and a pair of knee high pink socks.  I took them in my hand and looked at her blankly.  ‘Remember, ‘ she said, ‘It’s just this time that you can wear mine, next time have your own, I’ll wait at the top of the stairs, come up when you are ready, Ok?.’ and with that she disappeared once more.

I stood there perplexed, obviously I had just ‘ok’d’ a oan of girly socks and a pair of panties, what was going on?  What’s more, whilst i was wondering, I had absent mindedly removed my boxers and socks and was hurriedly putting on Chloe’s.  I saw her head arrear up the stairs, ‘come on then,’ she instructed, ‘and…’ something else was said that was lost as I started to walk up the stairs, but I heard an ‘Ok?’ as I reached the top.

‘Ok’ I said, not sure why.

Chloe smiled, ‘well again, just this once, but you wear your own next time.  But you have to let me go with you when you go shopping, Ok?’

Again, I just said, ‘Ok!.’

‘Right then, follow me,' said Chloe and led me to a bedroom, where she opened a wardrobe and started rooting through, ‘what do you think? It’ll suit your skirt,’ and she handed me a pink flowing top, then she moved to a drawer where she fished out a pink bra that she also handed me, ‘right off with that t-shirt, and let’s get your bra and top on, Ok?’

‘Ok’ I said, even though I hadn’t thought about speaking, and in a matter of moments Chloe had helped me fasten the bra, and the top was quickly put on,  ‘Oooh yes, said Chloe…..’ and she mumbled something else before adding, ‘Ok?’

‘Ok,’ I added absently and saw Chloe moving in and starting to put pink lipstick on me.  ‘Remember;, she said, you can borrow mine for today, but you’re going to need your own lipstick for next time, but don’t worry, I’m coming with you, we’ll have a fun day buying your new clothes, I mean I have to make sure you get matching bra and panties, and that your top will go with your skirt, and believe me, it’s a minefield finding the right shade of lipstick too, I can’t wait.’

Apparently I was saying ok to a shopping trip for a whole set of girls clothes and some make-up.  I was startled out of my thoughts, Chloe had said something, I just heard, Ok?’

My mouth just moved, and I said ‘Ok’.

Part of my mind was in shock as I next saw Chloe lie down on her bed, lift up her skirt and remove her own panties, ‘Ok come on then Jane’ she instructed.’

A part of me was thinking Jane? What? But my body moved in between her legs, and my face moved towards her warm and very wet pussy, and just before I started to use my tongue on her, I heard myself say, ‘Ok Miss Chloe.’