There was one more month 'til graduation, after which Kara would become an associate attorney with Grayson and Locke in Dallas. They employed nearly five hundred attorneys world-wide, about two hundred of which were partners. At present there was only one female partner. With Kara's credentials she was all but assured of becoming the second female partner in one of the nation's most prestigious law firms.
George, Kara's boyfriend during most of law school, was going to clerk for a judge in San Francisco. With half a continent between them, their romance, which was more lust than love, was destined to fail. A week ago they had agreed to split now, rather than wait for the inevitable 'Dear John' letters that would certainly follow their physical separation.
First year law was the toughest experience that Kara had faced. The second year was not much better. But because she had done so well in the first two, the third was a virtual cakewalk. Kara met George in one of her classes during the first year. During the remainder of that year and the next, their relationship was mostly as study partners. It was not until the third year that they began to really have fun.
Tonight, for the first time since her prelaw days, Kara was going out alone, actually with her friend Julie, but she didn't have a date and wasn't expecting to see anyone she knew. Choosing what to wear would be part of the new challenge. For the last two and half years George had often made suggestions as to how she should dress.
With George's encouragement, Kara had learned that she liked showing off, and not just for George either. She became enormously aroused when she showed men, occasionally women too, more than they expected to see. So far her greatest thrill had been when she and George made love while George's friend Harold watched. [House of Glass, Chapter 8.]
Kara was about to move to Dallas and work for a conservative law firm. She had only a few weeks left as a student in the liberal college town she had lived in for the last six years. Tonight she intended to take advantage of the fact that other than her friend Julie she would probably never see any of these people again.
Kara showered and shaved her legs and pussy, then admired her naked form in the mirror. Her body still had the trim youthful look of the gymnast she had been in high school. In the past, Kara recalled, it had been George's hands that touched her naked body. If she dressed tonight as she had for George, she would have hands touching her that she had never felt before. The thought of strange hands on her breasts and between her legs was deliciously sinful. Kara went to her closet to find the low-cut jeans George had liked.
She found what she was looking for and took them off the hanger. They looked to be ordinary jeans. They were made of moderately faded denim, had slightly flared legs, a zip up front and a snap at the waistband. Kara sat on a nearby chair and without putting on panties or hose struggled to pull the jeans over her sculpted calves and thighs. With the jeans snuggly embracing her legs she took a deep breath, then forced the air out of her lungs. With her waist now as small as she could make it, she tugged the jeans over her hips, raised the zipper and pressed the snap closed. Then she then inhaled deeply. The snap miraculously held.
What made these jeans special was now evident. Not only were they exceptionally tight but the waistband was so low it barely concealed the small amount of pubic hair remaining just above her clitoris. In the back, even though they hugged the curve of her butt, the belt area didn't even come close to reaching her waist. It exposed the first inch or so of the crack in her ass.
Kara looked in the mirror. She turned to the side and looked over her shoulder. The back of the jeans was high enough to keep them from falling off but low enough to show the top of her butt. She turned to the front. Of course she was still topless and her c-cup breasts were standing out proudly from her thirty-four inch rib cage. Almost any top would leave a deliciously bare abdomen. She guessed there was at least five inches from her belly button to the top of the jeans. She licked her lips and thought, that'll attract attention.
Kara rummaged through her drawers to find a top that would go with the jeans. She considered tee's, tanks, camisoles and other styles but nothing seemed quite right. Then she picked up a top that was so revealing she had only worn it once. With the miniskirts she usually wore, it was too extreme. The jeans on the other hand, while in some ways more revealing, did cover her legs. With the jeans and this top her bare midriff would be a show stopper.
The top Kara chose was brief. It had a one inch band of stretch denim that went across the tops of her breasts and fastened in the back. The band was tight enough that it didn't need straps to support it. Hanging from the denim was four to five inches of white lace hankie type material. That was it.
Kara held the skimpy top in front of her. She draped it over her breasts and hooked it in the back. With her finger-tips she flounced the lacy material until it hung freely on her breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. There was at least ten inches of bare midriff showing. The low waistband of her jeans accentuated the flatness of her stomach. The protrusion of her breasts caused a small gap between her rib cage and the bottom edges of the top.
She appraised herself as if she were a guy sitting next to her in a dimly lit bar. It was obvious that her top was at least partially transparent and she was probably braless. When she looked carefully she could see her nipples, her areolas and even her breasts. On the other hand, with just a quick look, the kind she would get from most people, it wasn't evident how exposed she was.
If a guy looked closely, and this was the part Kara liked best, he was likely to keep right on looking. Her nipples hardened slightly and a small dampness developed between her legs as she imagined all the guys who would be staring at her tits and dreaming about removing her jeans.
It was time to pick up Julie. She quickly brushed her shoulder length brown hair, then went into the closet to pick out shoes. Kara was not wearing hose and her feet were bare. She picked out a pair of red strappy heels. She slipped them on and buckled the straps. With the heels Kara was about five nine. All that bare skin on such a tall woman looked so sexy.
Even though it was after eight, with daylight saving it was still light. Kara attended a southern university and it was already warm enough to go without a jacket, even at night. Julie was waiting and came right out when Kara stopped in front of her apartment. She was wearing a white tank top and khaki miniskirt. As she ran to the car, Kara thought Julie looked pretty hot.
Julie slid in, slammed the door, then turned to Kara to say hi. But when she saw Kara she went speechless. After several seconds of silence Kara said, "Well?..."
"You're not really going dressed like that are you?"
"Sure, why not? I'm not interested in handing out my phone number and then waiting for the call that never comes."
"With that outfit," Julie said, "you'll be giving out more than just your phone number."
"I know mother, but it's what I want so what difference does it make?"
Julie understood the tone of voice and what it meant to be addressed as 'mother'. She backed off. "Well I'm sure you've considered what you're doing. I know you'll be careful so I guess it really doesn't make any difference. Lets go; I've got to see this."
Kara pulled away from the curb. "So you won't be too embarrassed to be seen with me then?"
"Oh no, quite the contrary, I expect you'll attract a lot of men. Of course I'll probably have to get away from you to be noticed."
Kara looked at Julie and saw bare legs nearly to her crotch and a thin tank top that obviously didn't have a bra under it. She remarked, "You're not going to be hurting for attention."
They drove the rest of the short distance in silence, found a parking place and went in. It was much darker inside than out. And the air-conditioning caused the club to be almost cold. The nipples on both girls reacted to the change in temperature, but for Kara, the cool breeze on the underside of her breasts was a reminder of how little she was wearing. Her nipples jutted out sharply, causing the thin material of her top to stand out even further from her body, in turn allowing even more cold air to envelope her breasts.
As their eyes adjusted to the darkness they spotted a small high-top near the dance floor. No sooner had they gotten sat down than several guys came and asked them to dance. Although Kara and Julie thought a couple of them were reasonably good-looking, neither of the girls was ready to dance yet and eventually the guys left. Kara had been bent over the table and no one had noticed her low cut pants or transparent top.
A waitress came and took their order. While they waited, three guys, all nice looking, came past their table, looked them over and sat down nearby. It was early and the club wasn't busy yet. The waitress returned quickly with their drinks.
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