I came over to the sink and started combing my hair. We continued to chat about the evening and all the work she had helped do to pull everything together. I started teasing her about James, her date, who was a nice guy but a little shy. He was an okay athlete, but really preferred shop classes and the really mechanical stuff. I always teased her by saying she was dating him just because she doesn’t trust the ’89 Buick she drives.
“So Is James going to treat you properly tonight?” I pestered, acting protective. She grinned and slapped my shoulder.
“Yes, he is! And are you going to be a gentleman for Michelle?” she countered.
“Why, of course, Madame.” I said in my best gentleman’s accent. She laughed.
Seeing I was done getting myself ready, she asked me to zip her up. I stepped behind her and as I tried to grip that tiny little zipper pull with my damp fingers, she continued to talk about James and how she did hope he’d kiss her when he dropped her off after the dance. I began pulling the zipper up and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. It made sense, of course, but for some reason it really turned me on to know she wasn’t wearing a bra and the dress I was zipping up was her only cover. It was a thought to have and my body reacted to it accordingly and my penis began to swell and stiffen. The zipper stuck below her shoulder blades and I took my other hand from holding my towel to pull the ends of her dress together. As I did this, I remarked, “Hey, this dress isn’t going to show off a lot of cleavage is it? I don’t want James looking under your hood, you know.”
She grinned and said, “Yeah, I know. It’s a little low, but I don’t think it’s too bad. See?” With that, she bent over to lean over the sink so I could see how much of her chest showed in the mirror. However, as she did this my hands were both still trying to get the zipper up, so I lost my grip, and her butt pushed up against my groin. My dick was still very erect, and because she had put her hands on the sink and her arms were not holding the dress against her, the front of her dress flopped down and exposed her naked breasts to us both. There was a split second pause as we realized what just happened and I heard her gasp. My first thought was that I had just messed up by not zipping her up, so I was reaching down around her to grab the sides of her dress to pull it up. At the same time, she was straightening up to get her butt off my erection and also trying to grab at her dress. I ended up getting her shoulder in my jaw as she stood and I reached, but she got her dress up. She immediately turned around to see if she had hurt me and I said I was fine. Seconds later we began laughing.
“Um, I think that’s a little TOO much cleavage!” I said, laughing.
She bit her lip, feigning anger and lightly punched me in the arm, saying, “Well yeah! Now zip me up!”
She turned around again and this time I concentrated and got it up. She turned around giggling.
“Well at least I know you think I look good!” she said and grinned playfully.
I blushed and said, “Sorry about that, but you do look good.” I was blushing.
“That’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment!” she said. She thought of something and giggled again. “Do you mean in my dress or out of it?”
That earned her a playful swat on the butt from me. We both laughed.
So we went back to getting ready, and both of us mutually ignored the lump in the front of my towel. I was so relieved we understood each other, because it helped me feel like less of a dick at that moment.
In the end, the dance went really well. Michelle and I danced until our feet hurt and I had a lot of fun catching up with friends I knew when I was a student there. Jen and James seemed to have a good time too, because they danced almost as long as us and Jen’s face reflected that she as having a good time. James seemed a little more nervous than usual, and I could understand why. Jen looked really good that night. But I later found out that Jen’s wish had been granted because James did work up the nerve to kiss her when he brought her home that night.
A few days later I was in the bathroom shaving with my electric razor when Jen knocked on the door. I let her in and gave her space at the sink to finish fixing her hair. She chatted with me as she brushed her hair and then used some hairspray to smooth out any frizz.
The next thing I knew, she backed up and “bumped” her butt against my groin, holding it there for just a second as she tossed her hair over her shoulder to grin at me. “I guess my outfit isn’t as special today.” she said, sticking her lower lip out to pretend to sulk as she stepped forward. She broke out in a laugh, seeing my perplexed look. “I’m just teasing you, silly!” she said.
I gave her a wry smile and said, “Well, if you checked it again now, you’d probably think you were Miss America. You just gave me a really big buzz.” I shifted uncomfortably in my jeans.
She giggled again, gave me a demure look and said, “Well, I am glad to know I’ve still got it!” She batted her eyes at me and pranced back to her room.
It continued on like this for some time. She saw it as a playful game, a way to tease me a little bit. It always came when I wasn’t expecting it, too, because she’d go for days on end without playing her little “bumping” game. What I realized was that she was actually breaking down another barrier, making it more natural to “touch”. What was surprising to me was the obvious sexual nature of her little game. But knowing her as I did, I understood that she probably didn’t see it that way and was just playing around with me.