Amy's Tale Ch. 04

After the last movie night, I was feeling pretty good. Pretty great. Pretty amazing, actually.I mean, I could start ticking off a long list the amazing things that were happening in my life, starting with my amazing girlfriend. Who wouldn't want a bisexual nymphomaniac who let me have sex with her friends? And damn, what friends they were, too. Yeah, I was feeling pretty good. Of course, while I was feeling pretty great about my love life situation, my school situation was less than ideal.

Since I was planning on going to Jen's art party Friday, I would need all my school work done Thursday, and since movie night was going to kick off after dinner, I needed it all done before that. Ugh. It was doable. Hopefully. I just needed to work. I'd also learned that Jen's party was being thrown by one of her professors and her husband, who was also in the art department. There would be about 30 or 40 people there, and the party would be held in one of the art studio buildings.

I'd heard a rumor from a guy in my statics class that these parties were legendary and near impossible to get into. For us normies, or non-artists, you needed to basically be dating an artist. Well, maybe just having really good sex with someone in the art department? Seemed like something along those lines was your only option.

No one seemed to know what happened there, but it seemed the guest list was very exclusive, and anyone that went was sworn to secrecy. Another rumor I kept hearing, and this one from a lot of sources was that the sorority with all really attractive women that I thought all looked like Barbie clones had been trying to get in and couldn't. Same with the fraternity all the good looking football players were in. This just added to the legend, of course.

Now imagine hearing all this and trying to focus on engineering homework. Yeah, me too. I had run into Jen randomly at lunch Wednesday, and she had been really evasive when I asked for details. So that didn't help. She also through a real curve ball at me. She was making my costume as her project for a fabrication class.

I was very grateful to her for making my costume, since I didn't really have a creative bone in my body. Left to my own devices, I'm sure my costume would have been very simple, easy to make, and comfortable. Maybe a toga? See? The fact I even said that word should tell you everything you need to know about my costume choosing skills, which is why I was glad Jen was handling it.

I wasn't sure what kind of costume needed to be 'fabricated', and Jen didn't want to explain, because that would ruin the surprise, but she asked if I'd be willing to wear it for movie night with the girls first. I told her sure, of course. Especially since they were wearing costumes too. Knowing Amy especially, I was sure things would be exciting.

Then things got interesting. Obviously, I was going to wear this thing to the big party Friday night, but she asked if I'd be willing to model it for her professor, who, coincidentally, was the one hosting the party along with her husband. She told me that part of her grade was based on proving the usage of whatever they were fabricating. Since the students were allowed to basically fabricate anything they wanted, out of almost any materials, grading was complicated, and each student was pretty much free to make whatever they chose. But, in order to fairly assess the student's skills, they were monitored during the process and graded on a combination of artistic intent, craftsman skill level, appearance and functionality. In Jen's case, since she was making an article of clothing, she needed someone to model it for her professor. Jen had told her I would be wearing it to her party, and asked if she wouldn't mind assessing it there. I told her, of course not, and told her I had no idea why she'd be worried, since I'd pretty much do anything for her. She smiled, and said, "Well, thanks. The issue is that she's going to be alone with you for a while checking the fit, and it'll definitely cut into your party time, and Amy and I will be on our own."

"Absolutely no issue. You guys go have a blast while I'm getting poked and prodded. I'm sure it'll be fine. I trust you guys will find a way to entertain yourselves, and I'll eventually catch up. It's all good."

She smiled, and I could see the relief watch over her, and then we were both off to do our own things.

It wasn't easy, but a few late nights of hard work, and I pretty much had everything done right before dinner. I was mentally spent. Damn, school was hard. Growing up in a rural area, I was quickly realizing my high school had not exactly been of the same caliber as a lot of the other kids. I was constantly playing catch up on material other kids seemed to have already learned. But, I was discovering that I really enjoyed it, and had a real knack for it. Plus, my parents had stressed to me my whole life the importance of hard work and really putting in the work, and I was starting to see that effort paying off. I was seeing people I was sure were smarter than me starting to slip and fall behind because they weren't ready to put their nose to the grindstone and just grunt out all the busy work our professors were assigning. I was starting to realize that this was going to be an endurance test, not a sprint, and that sat fine with me. I was built for endurance.

Right after dinner, Amy and Jen rushed me back to their place to get me into costume. Ann and Fiona would be bringing their costumes over and changing here, so we needed to get me changed first. Honestly, I was excited. Jen was an amazing artist, and I was curious to see what she'd been working on for almost a whole semester.

After we got back in the door room, Amy covered my eyes, and Jen surprised me with a reveal of a leather gladiator-type costume. It was a leather harness up top, along with what looked like straps everywhere for my arms and chest, black studs fastening things together, and a crazy tapered leather skirt/kilt thing made up of individual pieces of leather, longer in the middle on the front and back to provide some sort of loin cloth like coverage, but higher on the sides. The harness also apparently had leg straps for my thighs. Well, I assumed. It was just sort of hanging there, and it was kind of hard to see how it was all going to go together. My eyes just took in detail after detail. The stud work was interesting, and every edge was decorated in some way. There was just so much to see! The skirt was particularly interesting to me, consisting of approximately 4" wide black leather pieces all cut into the shape of a men's tie. There must have been 50 or more of them, all overlapping, all different lengths. This was going to be an epic costume.

Then, the realization hit me. Jen wanted me to wear this. In public. Now, I will admit that at this point in my life, I was in near peak athletic form. I went to the gym every day and lifted weights, did cardio all the time, ate right. I was muscular, but compact. No one was going to mistake me for a bodybuilder. But, I definitely was showing muscles, and I had a body fat percentage of probably around 8%. You could clearly see my abs and muscles. But, like a lot of people, I wasn't exactly comfortable showing off in public. Guess I would need to get over that. No way I was disappointing Jen, especially since I was going to need to show this to her professor.

Her professor! Yikes. It finally registered with me that in addition to wandering around a party, I was going to be poked and prodded by her professor. Suddenly, I was concerned about the underwear situation. Looking at the high sides and the length of the kilt part, I was pretty much going to be "slutty gladiator". I guess turn about was fair play, right?

"So, what do you think?" Jen asked. Amy was all smiles.

"It is literally incredible. Amazing! I can't look away. There are details everywhere." Really, I was blown away. I had never really seen anything like this, and there were literally details everywhere. It was hard to put into words, but it was like Jen had anticipated where anyone seeing me in this thing would look and had added details there. "Just... wow! I hope I can do this thing justice." I was feeling a little self conscious, but I was happy I'd be showing it off to Amy, Jen, Ann and Fiona first.

Jen was beaming. "I was so worried you wouldn't like it."

"Are you crazy? It's spectacular. I feel like I'm seeing a work of art by an artist the world is just getting ready to discover! You have to promise me that you'll be honest if I look stupid in it though."Jen looked so happy. Amy was smiling.

"Can I give you a hug? This feels like a hug moment." I told them.

Both girls jumped at me and we shared a group hug for a few minutes. Then, Jen jumped back. "Shit. We've got to hurry. Ann and Fiona will be here any minute. Get naked stud!"

I guessed I was going to get an answer to my underwear musings through demonstration. I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt in record time and was buck naked. The girls went to town strapping and buckling things, and I discovered there were hidden buckles and fasteners everywhere. Jen just started talking in stream of consciousness fashion while she worked "See these buckles? They're paragliding buckles. They have a trick catch with quick disconnects, plus they're anodized black to blend in. I custom shaped the leather around them so they're not noticeable when you're wearing the harness. See how I did the adjustments? You can make everything tighter or looser on the fly."

In about 2 minutes, I was all strapped up. There were straps over my biceps, shoulders, one across my chest, two on my thighs, and one on my back. Of course, I was still fully exposed. I hadn't realized the harness part was totally separate from the skirt part. She sensed my surprise and smiled. "Yeah, the kilt is separate and removable so you can leave the harness on while you're fucking us. It's a crazy mechanism. Check it out."

My lizard brain was still stuck on the whole "wear it while fucking us" line, and images began popping into my mind completely, well, not completely unbidden. Suddenly, I felt a tug at my waist, and the skirt was in place. "I've got a pair of gladiator sandals I made too. Plus, this sword and shield that strap on your back."

I had noticed some rings on the back. Guess that explained what they were for. "Uh, no underwear?"

"Nope." Jen and Amy said simultaneously. Amy had a shit eating grin a mile wide on her face.

"How do I look?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"Incredible. I am pretty talented, aren't I? Step over to my mirror and look." Jen told me.

"Fucking hot. I'm struggling not to jump you right now." Amy told me.

"You are absolutely talented in many ways..." I half joked with Jen and stepped over to the mirror. The leather in addition to being dyed black was distressed. The harness and kilt looked... old. Used. Worn. Like a prop straight out of a movie. I hadn't noticed it before. Incredible. It really looked like a soldier or gladiator had worn it for years. How had she gotten the wear patterns right? Damn, Jen was a genius, just like her sister.

I also noticed it was basically like wearing nothing. There was some sort of cloth lining on the inside of the leather, and it was actually... comfortable? "I feel incredible in this." I told Jen. "Really, this is amazing. If you don't get an A, there is something crazy wrong with your professor."

"Make sure you tell her that." Jen told me.

I laughed. Suddenly, I felt Amy move the leather straps that made up the skirt. "Damn, baby. This is actually much hotter than I thought it would be."

I smiled. "Glad you guys like me in this, but this is all Jen. You must have worked so hard on this! It really is a work of art." Jen looked like she was tearing up, and I walked over to her, and took her in my arms, and gave her another hug. This time, when I was pulling away, I leaned over and kissed her. "You are amazing." I told her. I felt Amy's hand on my ass through the skirt.

Just when things were about to get interesting, there was a knocking at the door.

"Hang on a sec!" Jen yelled to presumably Ann and Fiona. "Here, put this on." She handed me the robe she always wore to the shower. Once I was suitably covered up, Amy let the girls in. Ann and Fiona were looking at me, and Fiona quipped "You look like you're getting ready for a porn shoot."

"I hope I'm that lucky." I quipped right back and made her blush.

Ann was openly eye fucking me. "Can we get a peek? She asked.

"Nope." Jen told her.

"Joe, put this sleep mask on and sit down. We're going to get into our costumes, and there will be no peeking."

I sat down and pulled the mask on, and there was a whole lot of rustling and giggling behind me. While I was trying to imagine what the girls were going to be wearing, my mind drifted to the fact that I was as happy as I'd ever been in my life. I really loved all of these girls, and I was content. Life was good. It was one of those rare moments where I mentally wanted to record and bookmark everything because I was so happy. I didn't have a single worry. My homework was done, I had an exciting movie night ahead of me, and tomorrow, I was going to an artist party so exclusive no one actually knew what went on there, other than they "were crazy", and I was lucky to be invited. I had jokingly told them I wasn't invited; I was a plus one. I had been the subject of ribbing as I was clearly only "eye candy". I had laughed at that and told them I hoped I'd be a trophy husband to Amy one day, as she was far smarter than I was, and was clearly going to be more successful. I didn't have a care in the world. Life wasn't just good, life was great. Maybe whatever lay beyond great.

Suddenly, I was jolted out of my daydreams by a "Are you ready?" from Amy. Was this a trick question?

"I was born ready for you girls." I responded.

"Then stand up, turn around, and take off your blindfold stud." Ann told me.

My eyes almost melted out of my skull. Ann, Jen, and Amy were all wearing slave Leia costumes, and Fiona was wearing a Twi'lek costume complete with headpiece. If you're not a total Star Wars nerd, and you really should be, the famous scene the girls were referencing was the infamous one wear Luke confronts Jabba the Hutt. The girl dancing for Jabba was a Twi'lek. Slave Leia is at Jabba's feet with a chain tied to a collar around her neck. I'll just assume you know what the slave Leia costume looks like, because if you don't, you need to Google it right now. There is a reason there's a whole genre of porn based upon this outfit.

The costume is a modified bikini top with a modified loincloth, and let me tell you, the girls were killing it. They all had on collars and what were obviously custom made (were there any limits to Jen's fabrication skills?) bras with chain belts and loincloths attached to the belts. They even matched the movie color. Everything looked smaller than the movie version, with the bras barely covering their breasts, and the loincloth portion much narrower in the movie. Jen had created a whole new thing: slutty Slave Leia, and I was here for it!

Fiona was wearing a light green halter top that was apparently made of a chiffon material, and was tied behind her neck, along with a pair of what appeared to be modified harem pants. They were made from the same near transparent light green chiffon material. She also had on a headpiece that was the two fleshy pieces that went from her head to her shoulders.

I was absolutely stunned, and unable to move for almost a minute as my eyes just tried to take in everything I was seeing. Let me just tell you, like all red blooded Americans, I had fantasized early and often about slave Leia. I wondered if Jen had clearly made everything slightly too small on purpose to make the costumes more revealing. They were insane. And Fiona! Fiona! Good God above. Her outfit, while being more concealing, at least in terms of fabric, was somehow even sexier. The fabric was near transparent, and I could clearly see her large areolas and nipples through it. The pants were made of a few pieces of fabric that extended from her waist to her ankles, with gaps, oh my God the gaps! between each piece of fabric. Stunningly sexy! It was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I could see her pubic hair, which appeared to be a small black triangle. Somehow, seeing her exposed hips and skin was arousing me more than anything else.

"Oh my God! You guys are incredible. Holy shit, you guys are sexy. Fiona, you look amazing! Seriously. A Twi'lek? So cool! And slave Leias? The only thing hotter than a slave Leia is three slave Leias!"

I think Fiona was starting to blush slightly, as she was clearly less comfortable than the other girls being near naked in front of me. "Um, Joe?" Ann asked me. "Yes?" I said, staring like an idiot, enraptured by being in the presence of four spectacular, near naked women in front of me.

"Can we see your costume?"

"Uh! I'm an idiot. Sorry. But can you blame me? Have you guys actually looked in a mirror? How am I supposed to think with you all dressed like that?" I asked rhetorically.

I peeled off the robe and tossed it over Jen's desk chair. "What do you think? Tell me Jen is not the single greatest costume designer on the planet!"

I spun around, the kilt flaring up, flashing them slightly, flexing muscles, and generally trying to ham it up. I was kind of surprised to notice Ann and Fiona were both staring and had red cheeks. You know, I assume they liked what they saw, but damn, if at that moment I didn't feel like a million bucks.

"Come on..." Amy said. "Let's watch the movie! We all get the loveseat!"

And with that, all four girls crammed into the loveseat, giving me the other seat off to the side. Fine by me. I would've given a lot to cram myself in there, but that was OK. Let's just say being with Amy, I knew I wasn't going to be pent up for long. When the movie started, it was "The Empire Strikes Back." I love that movie.

About ten minutes in, Fiona paused it. "Um, I was kind of hoping when you guys told me it was girl's night we were going to watch one of Amy's 'special' movies..."

"Holy shit!" was the first thought that ran through my head. I had to replay that sentence through my head just to be sure, but yeah, Fiona had asked to turn off a regular movie for some porn. I was instantly aroused. As

Amy stood up."Well, I did bring a special movie just for you, Fiona. I mean, if you're interested. It's really steamy though. Might be pretty uncomfortable with all of us near naked women crammed together on the loveseat. We might not be able to control ourselves. Are you sure?"

Fiona took her headpiece off and set it over on the desk, then sat back down, crammed into the middle of a smoking hot trio of Slave Leias. "I'm sure. I'm really sure."

I stood up. "Hey, it's girl's night. I don't want to intrude. Fiona, I know you've been uncomfortable the last couple of times, and I'm happy to give you girls some privacy. I'm going to change and head back to my room."

"No!" Fiona quickly spat at me. "It's OK. It was just... Marco who made me uncomfortable. I like you. You can stay. If you want."

"If I want? I'd love to stay. If Amy says a movie is going to be steamy, you can bet it's going to be steamy, and I'd love to watch with you. All of you. If you're OK with me staying."

"Please stay." Fiona said. I was absolutely rock hard at that moment, my erection jutting out from the kilt in a ridiculously obvious way.

I sat back down, and Amy switched out the movie. My heart was hammering in my chest. I tried to calm down. My brain was going a mile a minute thinking about possibility after possibility. I realized suddenly the movie was playing and I had missed the title and credits. Deep breaths slugger, I told myself. Calm.