Day 4;
(Wendy / Bebe)
We slouched back against the end of my bed. Bebe slouched, I sat. We were listening to music and staring at nothing, like we usually do after school. I was staring at nothing. I caught Bebe looking at my legs again.
"You're staring at my legs again."
She lifted her head to meet my eyes.
"You're doing it again. You're doing it a lot today."
Her smile apologised for her and she moved closer next to me.
"Wendy you're wearing jeans. Hollister jeans. Tight, ass-squeasing Hollister jeans. It's so fucking weird and goes against everything you usually preach. I love it."
I looked down at my skinny legs. These jeans only made me look more petit.
"Why?"
"I dunno. It's sexy."
No. This body can't possibly be sexy. There's no way. I'm slim. I'm slender. I'm shapeless. I'm not sexy. All these jeans are doing are emphasizing these legs without curves and an ass that's barely there. It's been starting to get colder outside, my leggings and thin colored pants haven't been keeping me warm. I found these things at the top of my closet, and honestly didn't know I had them, but I wanted to see if they'd make me just a little warmer on the way to school and back home.
"They're just jeans."
Bebe trailed a finger up and down my leg. The fabric reacted with my skin. I leaned to her and dropped my head against her arm.
"Denim jeans. Dark denim jeans. You're wearing hot pants. I just want to take them off, but then they'd wear off."
"What would wear off?" I didn't bother opening my eyes to look at her. Her attention would obviously be on my legs still.
"The effects. You know. Hot pants aren't hot pants by themselves. It's your super sexy asian legs that make them so attractive. The way they hug them so tightly."
Her finger trailed to my inner thigh and started in circles. My eyes opened just to close again.
"I want to be these jeans. I want in these jeans."
Ten hours spent in a pair of pants was long enough. I slipped the button from its hold and zipped them down, looking to Bebe to find her eyes on me.
"They're tight. I'll need some help."
She hopped up and moved to my ankles, helping to pull the jeans off of me. We stared at my bare legs together. She collapsed onto my legs, wrapped her arms around them. Nuzzling her curly blonde hair onto me and sighing, she spoke up.
"Yeah, I like this."
The combination of her bluntness and her hair tickling my legs made me laugh and a snort slipped through, causing her to giggle onto me.
"Hot pants or not, Wen, I like your legs. I like you."
"Well, thanks."
Somehow I don't feel so average when I'm with Bebe. It's a nice feeling.
