There were her friends all dolled up, quite a change from their usual sweats and jeans.
Karen was a tall redhead. Thin and wiry she had chosen a purple flowered knee length dress. The subtle flowers accented her thin form nicely. A thin outer fabric slanted over her knees exposing a bit more of her nylon covered knees. She had chosen a silky pair of barely colored tan nylons. Were it not for her sheer, gauze covered toes that extended from the sandal like pumps she wore, it might only appear as if her legs were two long and bare stems of teenage perfection.
Next to her sat Melanie. Melanie was a tall blond, very similar in build to Karen. The two were virtually sisters. They had grown up next to each other for their whole lives. Even now Melanie wore her blond hair in a bun nearly identical to Karen’s. Her dress was even similar in style, though black and decorated with sequins, it too had a transparent outer layer that exposed her knees. Though, from her lack of shoes, which had been tossed on to the floor, it was quite obvious that she wore tan nylons, a bit more colored than Karen’s but still quite sheer. Christina looked down at her bare nylon covered feet and smilled.
“Couldn’t even keep your shoes on in the limo.”
“You know I hate dress shoes, and these nylons are already driving me crazy. I can’t wait to get them off.” Melanie shifted in her seat, very uncomfortable in her garb. Christina smiled at her again, she thought she looked great, especially her legs sheathed in the sheer nylon. How could they not enjoy this as much as her?
Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, looked over at Christina. “You haven’t said a single word, good, keep it that way.” Sam was the most tomboy of the bunch. She played every sport she could, watched football, the whole deal. Tonight, though, was a different story. A mid thigh length, blue sequined , sleeveless cocktail dress hung tightly on her body. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was professionally done up. Below her dress, matte, tan pantyhose, obviously expensive, covered her athletic calves. Her feet rested in strappy black pumps and Christina could see through the mildly transparent fabric that covered her toes that her toe nails were painted bright red. Even her fingernails were done in a French manicure, a large corsage on her wrist.
“Hey, where did the corsages come from,” Christina barked “You guys get dates on me or what?” Looking around she saw that all three wore identical red rose corsages on their wrists.
“No way,” Karen replied” they were compliments of the limo service. Be careful though, whoever put them together didn’t do the roses very well, we all got pricked.”
“I’ll wait then, you know what a klutz I am.” Christina reached over to the side of the limo and retrieved her corsage, placing it beside her. The girls began to chat as the limo sped off to the prom.
“Is it hot in here or what?” Karen asked. All of sudden she looked very uncomfortable. Her hands dropped to her sides as she slid down in the seat. She began to rub one nylon covered leg up and down the other. Rubbing her knees with her hands a small moan escaped her throat. “What, what’s happening to me.....
