Calendar Girls

March / Sugarcoat’s Smile

Sugarcoat followed Iconic toward the studio room. A part of her felt a little embarrassed. She knew there wasn’t a reason to be embarrassed, or at least two semesters of gender studies indicated there was no reason to be embarrassed. Of course her gender studies professor wasn’t here, and she certainly wasn’t posing in provocative lingerie for a calendar either. She closed her eyes and thought of the reason she was doing this. She was helping someone get a new home, she was lending a hand, and of course she was going out of her way. A smile worked its way up to her lips as she posed in a far different scene from the one that was on the other side of the room.

She was sitting on a bed, her arms wrapped under her left leg, hugging it to her best, giving an open shot of her lacy white panties. They were certainly not something she would normally wear. Usually she dressed more for function than fashion, although there was some part of her that wondered if her dating life might change for the better if she were to wear something close to this. She closed her eyes, her smile remaining on her lips, but it changed. It looked natural, genuine, and she heard the sound of clicks. Slowly she followed the directions given, but as she did, she continued to focus on the thought that kept coming back to her.

She felt hotter, and she began to undo the ribbon that had tied the corset together. She felt her breasts pressing against the fabric and soon they spilled out. Her hands came up, but in her mind’s eye they weren’t hers. No, they were someone else’s. Specifically they belonged to a charming, and sweet, man she had graduated with. She could see him, kissing her, his fingers gently grasping both of her breasts, his thumbs flicking across her nipples, and she loved the feeling.

She moved the corset down, imagining that it was him, that he was taking in all that she had to offer. Slowly she undressed almost completely, leaving the stockings on, because she believed that he would find that to be a turn on. She barely heard Iconic say that she could get dressed, but it didn’t matter. Tonight she was going to call him, she was going to call Fancy Pants, and she was going to ask if he still wanted to go out.

She barely remembered to grab the corset off of the bed before she left. She pulled it on, laced it back up, and she considered what Mr. Kringle had said to her about opening up to more people, to new experiences, and he was right. The thought of his advice only solidified what she wanted to do. It wouldn’t be tonight, but instead it would be now, today. She walked out to the room her friends were in, found her purse, and quickly dug her Samsung out. It was an okay phone, not as trendy as something Sunny would carry, but she had always had a mind for function over fashion, at least before she realized what she wanted to go for.

She began typing out the text, and before she could decide against it she sent it on. Within seconds he was replied back, and soon the two of them were on Skype, chatting like it was still free period at Crystal Prep. She laughed, and when he turned on his camera, she did as well. At first he blushed, and then a gentle smile crossed his face.

“Ah, you’re doing that wonderful charity calender Ms. Image puts out every year. I dare say my sister, Fleur, did a month a couple of years back. It helped her career.”

She grinned, “I’m doing it to help a friend, and I got to thinking, Fancy, you asked me out when we were in school, would… would you still be interested?”

She giggled, something new for her, when he nodded.

“Yes, I’d love to accompany you, shall we say this weekend?”