Hello readers! Many apologies for this chapter being overdue, but finally it is here. I can only hope the lateness reflects the quality I wished to imbue this chapter with.

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“Clothing”

An apprehensive mist seemed to follow the couple as they made their way into Lauren’s apartment. This was the main event they had been waiting for, the time for their erotic desires and fantasies to manifest physically in each other. Revealing what they had each planned for their partner was to fully embrace their kinks and show off fetishes they had left almost entirely unspoken to others. Even Lauren, who was normally unafraid of being open about her kinks and going for what she wanted, felt a bit worried at what reaction could await her when she revealed her gifts to Aaron.

“The moment’s really here.” She pondered, stepping through her doorway. “We’re really doing this.”

Lauren closed the door behind Aaron, and the couple stood awkwardly for a moment. They were a bit unsure of how to begin this afternoon (and likely evening) of passion. Lauren was deep in her thoughts and trying to peek into Aaron’s bag, while Aaron looked around for a bit, pondering their next move.

“So... should we just get into it?” Aaron broke the silence, “Or should we eat or do something else?”

Lauren for once allowed awkwardness to dictate her response, rather than desire. She agreed without thinking, “Sure, I guess lunch would be fine.”

Aaron began to move toward the kitchen, dropping his bag on the table where they had eaten breakfast together. Lauren watched him, her mind still comprehending the fact that she would have to wait even longer to sate her appetite for him, all because of her inability to make a decisive move. What was this, high school?

Almost exactly on cue, Aaron paused in the middle of the kitchen. He turned around slowly and looked into Lauren’s eyes. There was no mistaking the tension and lust that enveloped them at that very moment, taking hold of their bodies and pushing them together, like Venus herself playing with dolls.

Lauren strode forward, heart filled with a new decision, crossing the apartment with strides of power and determination. Aaron had hardly taken two steps forward when Lauren was upon him. Pulling him into her mouth, she leaned down to embrace his lips like a dying man in a desert plunges his head into the waters of an oasis.

“Let’s fucking do this.” She growled into Aaron’s ear.

Aaron pecked her on the chin, looking into her dark brown eyes almost searing into his with their needful heat.

She swiped up Aaron’s bag off the table, then pressed her own into his hands.

“I hope you like it.” Aaron wistfully whispered.

“I’m sure I will. Wait for me in the bedroom.” Lauren began to walk to her bathroom. Aaron’s heart raced as he walked into the hallowed, carpeted ground where they had made love before and dropped the bag onto Lauren’s bed. After closing the door, he peered into the bag to see his new outfit.

…

Lauren stripped off her jacket, shirt, and jeans in front of the bathroom mirror. The familiar sight of her eyes hidden behind her bangs and the curves of her body worried her. Had she recalled her measurements correctly? It would be an enormous shame if their plans were cancelled due to the finer details being incorrect.

From the grey bag she pulled out a white button-down blouse. It was loose and flowing, and straddled the line between opaque and transparent. Lauren’s bra was black, and as she slipped on the long sleeves and snaked her hands into the flared cuffs that hugged her wrists, she could see a dark outline on her chest. Wearing the blouse made her feel regal almost, with its simple yet fanciful design, while the outline of her bra pressing against its folds still retained the sexy feeling she wanted.

Reaching into the bag again Lauren uncovered a suit jacket. It was heavy, but woven to be very strong. Its color was a dark grey, split by miniature lines of black (almost imperceivable unless seen up close). The inside was a smooth, black fabric. It felt nice on her hands as she slipped it on. The pants Lauren pulled free from the bag followed the same color scheme, and she slipped them on with ease. “Very nice,” she thought to herself.

Her measurements had indeed been off by a little bit, however. The suit jacket was a bit tight in the shoulders, and her thighs felt strained against the pants. Despite this, looking at herself in the mirror, Lauren was impressed. She looked and felt powerful: ready to be the most assertive person in the room, but still able to give off an aura of sexuality if she wished.

Lauren was about to leave the bathroom when she noticed one last item in the bag. She gave a knowing smile.

…

Meanwhile, Aaron was stripping off his jacket, jeans, and shirt. He had already dug through Lauren’s bag and was a tad... apprehensive. The gifts he had bought for Lauren were a bit more gender neutral than the ones she had bought for him. While he did not dislike the clothing, there was definitely more of an ingrained bias he had to overcome while putting it on.

Tentatively, he picked up the white crop top laid before him. It seemed to be woolen, with thick cuffs on its long sleeves. Slipping it over his head, Aaron pondered over why women would wear a long sleeved shirt with an exposed belly. It seemed to undermine the purpose of having long-sleeved clothing. Lauren’s room had a full length mirror on the wall to the left of her bed. Aaron gazed at himself in his underwear, his arms and chest covered in white with his belly open to the air. It felt strange having this part of his body free. It was almost like skinny dipping. On top of that he was overly conscious of the air drafting over his midriff, sending shivers throughout him.

Next, Aaron slipped on a pair of short shorts. They were bright pink, and had pockets leaking out of the leggings. He struggled a bit to slip them over his thighs, and they stopped right before meeting the edge of his briefs. The short shorts clung tightly to his groin, making it extremely sensitive to every move his legs made. “Thank goodness I won’t be walking far in these,” he thought. In the mirror, he could see his bulge protruding out against the pink shorts’ zipper, and a bit of his lower-ass was slightly showing.

Aaron sat down on the bed for his final gift: a pair of navy blue thigh-high socks. He had worn thigh highs in soccer practice as a child, and had abhorred the way they itched against his skin every time he ran. He hoped this pair would be a little more comfortable.

Thankfully, as he pulled the blue cotton socks up his ankles and knees, his accoutrements felt smooth as velvet. He rubbed a hand down his legs, feeling the thighhighs gripping his skin softly.

Aaron gazed at himself in the mirror. He looked like one of the girls from his old college in Spring: impatient for summer, already showing off her belly button and legs despite the cold. He ran his fingers over his crop top and shorts. Their materials were familiar, but when worn this way, seemed so alien to him. His face grew red looking at all his open skin. He had seen his belly and thighs everyday, but they seemed so new when emphasized by his clothing.

After a moment, a knock on the door forced Aaron to whip his head around. The knob turned, and Lauren strode in to join him. Aaron was speechless as he finally gazed upon his lover standing right before him.

Somehow, the dark grey suit made Lauren seem even taller than before. The way the jacket’s shoulders seemed to widen her and the tightness of the pants around her thighs made her appear strong and powerful. She towered over him, so full and ready to assert her dominance.

In the middle of Lauren’s face, just below her nose, was the centerpiece. Her lips. Full as always and with a coy smile, but totally covered in black lipstick. It stood out against her pale skin, and gave the power she emanated a near-magical quality. Aaron had told her about this kink on their way to the park the day before, but forgot almost entirely about it until this moment.

Aaron could only grow redder in the face as he became conscious of how he looked again.

Lauren noticed that the look of embarrassment on Aaron’s face didn’t seem as loving as usual. If anything, it almost seemed as though he was fearful. Her smile dropped.

“Are you alright?” She asked, leaning down to bring their faces closer.

Aaron turned away, not wanting to meet her eye.

Lauren tried to sound as understanding as possible. “You know, you don’t have to wear any of this if you don’t want to.” She gestured towards Aaron’s outfit, and her dark eyes met the hazel of his.

Aaron looked back up at her. “No,” He squeaked. “I want to wear it… If it’s for you.”

Aaron’s hands drifted to his stomach and rubbed his half-exposed thighs as he spoke. “I’m just a bit self-conscious of few things, and I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

Lauren saw his hands come to rest on his belly. She placed her palms atop them. “Hey,” Aaron’s head was level with hers now. “We can take this nice and easy, alright? You don’t have to worry about a thing with me.” She trailed a finger up from Aaron’s belly button, and a small giggle escaped his lips.

She heard this, and her signature smirk emerged again. “Does it tickle, when I touch you here?” She itched a finger into Aaron’s belly again, and this time his laugh came out louder.

He tried to double over and hide it, but by now it was far too late. Lauren jumped at the opportunity and attacked the spot with her nails, slipping through Aaron’s crunched abdomen and causing him to writhe on her bed. By now his laughter was unstoppable, and Lauren’s hands worked furiously as she shoved herself onto him. He fell backwards, tears running down his face, “Ahahaha!”

This was exactly what Lauren needed; and the sight of Aaron dressed so cutely, laughing without inhibition, set her heart aflutter like never before. She pressed Aaron’s hands above his head and held them down with a strong arm. Aaron could feel Lauren’s weight atop him, and her broad thighs pinning his waist to the bed. Lauren was a lion now, conquering her prey in a business suit and torturing him with endless tickling. His laugh was a symphony to her, a declaration of her ability to please him.

This went on for a minute or two, with Aaron nearly running out of breath a few times due to laughing too much. When his legs could kick no more and his body gave out from resisting, Lauren moved into her next phase of pleasing him. She bent down to meet Aaron’s face again, and he leaned his neck upwards to kiss her. He had for so long been waiting to meet the black of her lips with the pale pink of his own.

“We’re not kissing just yet,” Lauren whispered to Aaron’s dismay. “I know why you got me this lipstick.” With her free hand, she gripped the front of Aaron’s crop top and lifted it to his chin.

Lauren leaned into him, pressing her full chest onto Aaron’s stomach. She pursed her lips and smushed them right between his nipples. He couldn’t see it, but her kiss left two black marks. Again, Lauren kissed him, this time just a bit lower, then a bit lower, then a bit lower. The further down she went, the more Aaron could see of her black trail. He felt her lips press against his belly, sending goosebumps throughout him and igniting a fire within his cock. Aaron could feel it struggle, so compressed within his tight short shorts, begging for release.

Lauren placed a palm onto his bulge, rubbing the fabric up and down. She could feel him strained against the pink fabric. Slowly, she unbuttoned him and pulled the zipper down, savoring this new sort of control she had over Aaron.

When at last, Aaron’s bulging underwear sprung out from the front of his shorts, Lauren released his arms. She looked him in the eyes. “Now, you keep your arms right there while I prepare, or I’ll have to punish you.” She leaned back on the bed and rose to near-full height, spreading her arms out like an eagle. With a few motions, her suit jacket was off, leaving only her blouse and bra above her waist. Aaron was shocked at how well the blouse fit Lauren, its flowy material lightly hung off her arms yet pulled tight against her chest.

“Since you’ve kept your arms up so well for me…” Her bedroom eyes met his as she leaned back over, pinning Aaron’s hands down again. “I’m going to give you a nice view.” With a free hand, Lauren unbuttoned her blouse, letting Aaron gaze upon her pale and full breasts resting in her black bra.

Gripping Aaron’s wrists a final time, she moved his arms behind his exposed back, trapping them under both her weight and his own. Aaron could feel his soft sleeves rub against the small of his back. “You get one more gift before it's your turn to please me.” Lauren’s hand drifted to the edge of his underwear, her fingers poking over his waistband and into his skin.

With a light tug, Aaron’s cock was freed into the sultry air between them. Lauren could feel the heat of him as it came to rest across her knuckles. She gave him a small pinch with her thumb and forefinger, and a drop of precum spilled over from the head down to his shaft. The fluid’s slow descent teased Aaron’s nerves, and he bucked his torso in pleasure.

Lauren’s hands moved to Aaron’s shoulders to keep him held down, and she moved her face to his member. “This is where you really wanted me to mark you, eh?” She licked her lips, “I can do that.”

Slowly, she put his tip to her mouth, tickling the entrance of his head with her tongue and tasting his precum. After a moment, she kissed the base, leaving a black ring around his head. Even slower than before, she engulfed the rest of Aaron’s cock, savoring every inch of him that she fit in her mouth. She had one more ring to leave, and wanted to take her time with it. The warmth and wetness of her oral orifice drove Aaron to near insanity, and his mind could barely take all of the pleasure he was feeling. After what felt like forever Lauren reached the base of Aaron’s manhood and pressed her lips against it. Aaron was so close to finishing now that he had to summon all his willpower to keep himself from blowing his load as Lauren began to slide her mouth off of him. As she rose, Aaron could see two jet black rings circling his penis, his dream at last come true.

No woman had so fulfilled his fantasies ever before, and he was overcome with unrelenting joy. Aaron freed himself from her grasp, and sat up as quickly as he could. Lauren was looking up at him now, her face wet with saliva and precum. “Take me!” Aaron cried and put his arms on Lauren’s shoulders. She rose up to meet his lips, and the pair of them wrapped their hands around each other’s heads, forcing their mouths together with more passion than ever. Their mouths now gave and received, the both of them equally ferocious in their intent to please each other.

The crotch of Lauren’s suit pants were soaked again, ruined by her excitement to share this moment with Aaron. Lauren broke their kiss, “Take my pants off, dammit.” She growled at him. Lauren lifted herself onto her knees, rising higher than Aaron. He fumbled with the zipper of her suit pants for a moment before gripping the grey wool and yanking it down her waist as hard as he could. Aaron couldn’t even restrain himself by teasing Lauren with his fingers or prodding her flower through her panties, instead going right to taking them off. He was greeted with her dark mat of pubic hair, and beneath it, the dripping entrance to her vulva.

Lauren was in the midst of removing her bra when Aaron shoved his tongue into her. The quickness with which he had been able to remove her clothing surprised her, and she let out an, “Ooh!” as she felt him begin to indulge in her. Aaron was so very thirsty for Lauren, lapping her wet juices uncontrollably. His every desire was now to be completely one with her, and every part of him was doing its best to accomplish it. His tongue was lapping as fiercely as possible at all her sensitive spots, and occasionally diving as deep as it could into her entrance. His hands were free to grope her hefty ass and thighs, digging his fingers into them and squeezing them with all his lust.

Lauren finally unhooked her bra. Free from any concentration, she let her instincts take over. One hand went to her breast, pinching at her own erect and sensitive nipples. The other landed on the back of Aaron’s head, scrunching down his already messy hair as she pulled him tight against her womanhood.

From Lauren’s lips emerged a loud, “UUUnnnnhh…” as she forced Aaron into her, her hips rocking back and forth and grinding against his eager mouth. Aaron gave no resistance to the fingers pushing into the back of his head, accepting their command and allowing Lauren to use his face as she wished.

Lauren was quite certain she was about to finish after just a few minutes of being eaten out by Aaron. She could feel herself on the very verge of pure bliss, ready to gush all over Aaron's face. Once again, however, she couldn’t end it like this.

She pulled Aaron’s hair as lightly as she could to free him from her flower. “Let’s end this together, cutie.” Aaron smiled, and laid back on the bed for her.

Lauren shuffled backwards, laying the weight of her ass upon Aaron’s thighs. She put her arms behind her for balance, but also took a moment to savor the soft feeling of his navy socks. “All this… for me.” She lovingly pondered.

With that, Lauren guided Aaron’s cock to her mound and put him inside her. Neither of them were going to last longer than a minute, but they both gave it their all. Lauren locked fingers with Aaron, pressing the backs of his hands into the bed. He could feel her strong biceps working to keep herself up, and he pressed back. Aaron thrusted as best he could from beneath her, while Lauren bounced on him with everything she had. The sight of Aaron, dressed so feminine and so willing to accept the force of her love began to drive her over the edge.

Neither of them needed to give any warning that they were about to finish. Lauren could feel Aaron beginning to twitch inside of her, and by the increasing volume of her yelps Aaron could sense where she was.

“Uuunnhh! Uunnhhh! Aaaahhh!” With a final thrust and loud smack of skin on skin the pair finished. Lauren let out a cry so loud she had to quickly bury her face into the bed next to Aaron. As she rushed to lean over Aaron’s load shot furiously deep inside her. All Aaron could do was wrap his arms around his lover as she buried her head in the sheets and continue pumping into her, slowing down with each thrust. She screamed for a few more moments as Aaron savored the moment of bliss, his cock more sensitive than ever.

As his erection began to shrink and Lauren’s cries of pleasure subsided, Aaron started kissing his lover. He went for her bare shoulders first, then her bulging biceps, then traced around her breasts with his mouth. Lauren was down to panting loudly against her sheets when Aaron stopped at her nipples, savoring the feeling of their hardness against his puckered lips. One hand cupped her other breast, squeezing lightly, savoring its heft, and teasing her nipple. Aaron’s other hand reached up and stroked Lauren’s short hair, running slowly down the back of her head and neck.

Lauren’s mind finally came back down to Earth, and she picked her head up to look at Aaron. She smiled and shifted down to kiss him. Their kisses now were slower and more tender. They took their time savoring the soft, wet feeling of each other’s mouths and the smacking of their lips. They broke apart for a moment, giving Aaron time to ask, “Do you still want lunch?”

Lauren giggled. She was about to respond when she realized how wet and sweaty the two of them had become. “How about a shower first?”

Aaron began to feel the slickness of his skin beneath his shorts and crop top. “Sounds good.” He smiled.

“Before we do…” Lauren puckered her lips and pressed them hard against Aaron’s cheek, leaving an obvious black kiss stain. “I wanted to do that before I wash it off.” She smiled.

Together they laughed happily.