Chapter 4

Tiffany Waxler was at the sink finishing up the dinner dishes when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands with the dishtowel as she walked to answer the front door. To her surprise, it was Lori Strong. And her new friend was dressed as if they were going out on the town, wearing a nice top and skirt that came to her knees. A huge difference to what Tiffany wore, having changed after work into a casual spaghetti-strap cotton top and terry cloth shorts.

“Lori,” Tiffany said in surprise, “did I forget we were going out?”

“No, I just thought I’d drop by.”

Tiffany eyed her friend from top to bottom. “You look awfully good for just dropping by.”

Lori blushed. “I remembered the last time I was here you wanted me to wear a dress, so...” she held her arms above her head and twirled like a ballerina, “ ... ta-da.”

Tiffany giggled. “Will you be giving my Baby-boy a treat?”

“If it’s all right with you.”

“That would be heavenly. Baby-boy is upstairs finishing his homework. I told him to get ready for bed so I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you see my little darling. Come in, come in.”

Lori followed Tiffany into the den where Tiffany told her to sit on the couch. Then Tiffany went to the foot of the stairs and shouted, “Baby-boy, come down into the den.”

Tiffany returned to the couch and sat next to Lori.

“You’re gonna love this,” Tiffany said.

Peter flew down the stairs and ran into the den. He stopped when he spotted Miss Strong. And Lori gasped when she saw him. Peter was wearing a see-through lavender baby doll. The chiffon lingerie had frills on the collar, sleeves, and the bottom’s leg bands. There was a bow on the front.

“Baby-boy, do you remember Miss Strong?” Tiffany asked.

Peter’s eyes shot to Miss Strong’s legs as he nodded.

“Yeah, he remembers you,” Tiffany said and chuckled. “Baby-boy, get us two bottles of water.”

When Peter ran off, Tiffany whispered to Lori, “Don’t show him too much too soon. Tease him. Make him suffer.”

Peter returned with the bottles of water and handed one to each woman.

“Stay with us,” Tiffany said, “we might need something else. Go sit on the floor over there.”

Tiffany pointed to a spot directly in front of Lori, not far from the chair she had sat on the last time they were together. Peter plopped down on the floor and sat Indian-style. Lori’s eyes focused on the crotch of his baby doll bottoms. Being see-through, his yellow panties showed through. Peter didn’t try to hide where his eyes were looking. Right at Miss Strong’s pressed together legs.

Peter sat in silence while the women spoke and sipped from their water bottles. He wasn’t listening. He was focused on Miss Strong’s legs. They would move apart, giving him hope, only to clamp shut before he could see anything. One time she crossed one leg over the other. Doing so, she lifted the upper leg higher than she probably had to and he got a flash of white. Her panties! His dick stirred until her leg settled on top of the other one. Now all he saw was the underside of her thigh. He wished she had worn a shorter skirt.

When Miss Strong uncrossed her legs, he got another glimpse of white. But this time when both feet settled on the floor, her knees weren’t together. Peter sat up straighter, making himself taller. There was a gap, but her skirt was so damn long it was too dark to see anything.

Lori took a sip of her bottled water and screwed the cap back on. She leaned forward to put the bottle on the coffee table, but it slipped from her grasp and landed on the floor, rolling toward Peter.