Chapter 14
Bo
“Oh yes.” Noah sticks a leg out, looking at himself in the mirror with all the confidence in the world. I’ve never met anyone with so few fucks to give. I don’t know if he even knows the word self-conscious. “Look at you, you sexy beast,” he says, watching himself in the full-length mirror.
The black garter shorts look almost like a jock, showing off his ass in the black mesh fabric.
Only the front concealing his junk isn’t see-through.
He bounces a little, looking back at his ass in the mirror.
The side is decorated with silver rivulets, and black flowers decorate the straps of the top, strategically placed on his chest. I literally don’t know how he even got it on himself.
“What do you think?”
“Oh um, it’s really hot. You look so good.” Better than I ever could.
Noah inspects himself in the mirror. “Jamie’s favorite color is black.”
That explains all the black lingerie he bought today. “You look really good.” I think about the pieces I bought and the confidence I just do not have.
“Noah grabs another one of his pieces from the laundry basket, and I look over at the ones he washed for me. I’ve been here all day; my social battery is almost empty.
Today hasn’t been bad, but I don’t know .
. . I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a reason to wear this stuff.
Noah puts on another set, this one is black and glittery, and yes, see-through mesh bikini briefs that would barely cover the swell of his ass if not for the underwear he’s already wearing underneath.
“Oof, my man is lucky.” He turns back to the hamper.
“Oh, look at this one I grabbed while you were trying stuff on.” He grabs a slutty sailor costume.
The dainty white hot pants won’t cover much.
“Comes with a little sailor hat too.” He grins, holding it up then placing it on his head. “Yo ho hoe, am I right?”
“Why did you get a costume?”
“For themed game nights. Some will be costume mandatory. I'm still in the planning stages. This is adorable. Oh! By the way, just so you know, once you go to one game night it’s mandatory to attend any and all going forward. Jamie thought that was unreasonable and I am nothing if not a level headed rational person. So I’ve chosen to allow everyone three skips. ”
“Like, for the year?”
“Lifetime.” Noah grins. “Choose wisely.”
“And how often are these game nights?”
“Third Friday of the month. It correlates with Sunday dinner at Momma Lia’s. Everyone’s invited to that as well.”
“Who else usually goes to these game nights?”
“Well, you and Cam now. You’re indoctrinated. That’s not on me, that’s on you.”
“Should have read the terms more carefully.”
“Too late.” Noah bounces a little in the mirror, watching his butt jiggle. “Sometimes Xavi and Bri come, but that’s usually when we do the non-naked game nights.”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“I love playing strip poker. It’s a bonding experience, but it never goes well when Xavi and Bri come over.
Jamie sometimes looks at Bri’s boobs and like, I get it, they’re nice.
Not a boob man myself, but objectively they are fantastic.
Xavi gets pissed and it causes a whole thing.
Don’t even get me started on when Xavi gets naked. ”
“What happens?”
“I said don’t get me started!” I open my mouth to apologize but Noah cuts me off.
“I compliment his brother’s penis once and you never hear the end of it.
Not my fault your brother’s hot, Jamie. I have an artistic eye, and I appreciate the male form in all its glory.
” Noah shakes his head. “And boy does his brother have a big ol’ glory.
” He goes to his bag, grabbing his next outfit, and without shame he undresses and dresses again. “Oh, now this . . . this is it.”
While this outfit is much tamer, I have to agree it is sexier. The black lace briefs are complete mesh, except for the front hiding his crotch and a small strip up the back. “That’s hot.”
“Come on, Bo. I can’t be the only one here. Let’s go. Don’t be shy.” I look at the hamper of our washed things from today. I feel so out of place, but then again, I’ve never had a friend quite like Noah. My outfits are much simpler than his, but still I feel a little embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy, let’s see the goods! I mean, unless you don’t want to. If not, then I’m just teasing you. Jamie always reminds me I need to make that clear.”
I laugh, getting up slowly and undressing, not feeling quite as embarrassed as I thought. In just my briefs, I look into my bag and grab the first thing I come to.
“So cute,” he says.
As I take off my briefs, Noah doesn’t even look my way, still preening in the mirror and looking at his ass.
I slip on the sheer, dark blue boy shorts underwear.
I was worried they’d be too big but they fit snugly around my hips.
I grab the top, a simple see-through tank top that came with it, and put it on.
The buttery fabric fits snugly as well. Noah moves to let me look in the mirror.
I look at the set with a smile. Okay, it’s cute. The dark blue shimmers as I move, making it look like stars.
“That’s amazing,” Noah says. I really look at myself. I look . . . good. I feel hot. Noah wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. “My new bestie is a smokeshow. Look at you!”
I do, smiling as Noah’s eyes light up on me. I feel hot. I feel good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt sexy like this. “I like it.”
“Try on another!” He moves me toward the basket, turning as I try on the second piece I bought.
It’s a simple red jockstrap, and although it is simple, it looks very pretty on me.
“Now that is gorg! Ugh, look at you.” Noah turns me around so I can see my ass.
It doesn’t look so bad. “Look at that butt.”
I laugh. “You’re something, Noah.” I push him back a little, going back to the bag and grabbing the last one.
I smile down at the pattern and don’t even wait for Noah to turn before I undress, slipping on the little pink thong with the strawberries on it.
I reach in, grabbing the matching sheer pink cammie.
“That’s it. That’s the killer.”
While it is very hot, the little strawberries make me smile. “Cam’s favorite anything is strawberry and banana. More strawberry than banana,” I laugh.
“What?” Noah laughs too.
“When he’s upset, or mad, or depressed, I make him this strawberry and banana smoothie. He swears it tastes best when I make it. He likes it more strawberry than banana, and that’s all it is. He never gets the ratios right, though.” I lick my lips, looking at myself.
“Is . . . is your dick the banana?”
I slap his arm playfully. “I’m realizing right now that I got this for Cam, even though he’s never going to see it.”
Noah comes over to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
“You look hot.” Noah spins me in his embrace to hug me tight, and I sink into the comfort.
“I know you said you’re fine with everything, but it’s okay to not be fine.
Just know that whenever you’re not fine, call me. For anything. I mean that.”
I believe him. “Thank you.” I don’t want to break down here in Noah’s arms. It’s a pain that comes and goes, but it’s there as much as I try to ignore it. “You’re a good friend.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I spin around in Noah’s arms. Jamie’s standing in the doorway, and I turn to cover my ass. Then I turn again, remembering we’re in front of a mirror and Jamie can see my ass just fine in the reflection. “What’s going on?” he asks.
Noah, unfazed, stomps his foot. “If you don’t watch your attitude, I won't show you what's in this basket. We may or may not have also been to the spicy shop, and I got something fun I wanted to try out later. If you’re a good boy.”
Jamie sinks back a bit, looking between Noah and me. “Sorry, Bo.” Jamie looks away.
“And?” Noah folds his arms over his chest.
“And . . . you look very nice, Bo. You have a very cute butt.”
“Thank you.” Noah preens. “Now shoo, it’s friend time.”
“Fine.” He glares at us both, walking out of the door frame.
Noah inspects his nails, counting, “Five . . . four . . . three—” Jamie peeks his head back in.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” Noah blows him a kiss, and Jamie walks away from us. “You just got to train them right.”
I shake my head, looking at myself again. I love this. I don’t want to take it off.
So I don’t. I slip my T-shirt over my head and pull on my jeans. While I got it with Cam in mind, I can’t deny how good I feel right now.
“If Cam can’t give you what you need, someone great will.
You deserve that.” I try to let that sink in and settle, but still I can’t help thinking Noah’s wrong.
“Besides, this is for you, Bo. No one else. You like the way wearing that feels, right?” I nod.
“It’s more than okay to feel good for yourself. ”
Hours later I’m in front of my own mirror.
It’s weird. Noah’s must have magical powers because I feel none of the excitement I had earlier with him.
I look at myself and just see everything I’m not, everywhere I lack.
I’m too skinny, and my ears are a little big.
My chin looks a little pointy, my lips maybe a bit too thin.
I touch my stomach. I swear it looked more defined at Noah’s.
Okay, okay, enough. Like Noah said, the lingerie is for me, not for anyone else. Without looking at my reflection, I feel hot, it feels good. So then why does that all disappear the moment I see myself reflected back?
I grab the smaller black bag from the other shop Noah and I went to, and toss it onto the bed. While I love having Cam here, I will admit, it’s hard to fine alone time.
Another bedroom would be ideal. I’ve thought about asking Cam if he wants us to find another place with two rooms. It would help with this cramped feeling, and maybe some space would help me out a bit. I glance at the clock . . . it’s almost four. Cam won’t be home for a couple of hours.