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This will probably be an ongoing series. It's a mixture of fact and fiction. You can judge what it real and what isn't.
I'm writing on my phone so apologies in advance for any typos or punctuation errors.

Part One - Players of Games.

David and I were sat on the two seat sofa in the living room of my shared house in North London. Twenty years older than me, he always looked out of place in my slightly shabby post student house-share. His suit, expensive and accompanied by a heavy watch and a couple of expensive rings on his fingers really added to that. As did his large mostly muscular size next to my petite frame.

We were cuddling slightly awkwardly given the space and his whisky breath mingled with expensive aftershave as I leaned into him, parting my thighs slightly to allow one hand to rest at the top of my thigh, fingers brushing lightly against my panties.

What I liked about David was not the money but the power and self confidence that and his age gave him.

What he liked about me was my youth and small size. What we liked about each other was our perversions. I was twenty, he forty.

He spoke, his voice gravelly but quiet into my ear, I shivered and giggled with the sensation.

"I dare you to go to the kitchen, to grab us both a drink. But leave your skirt here when you go."

Oh god, that was nothing. I used to be a nudist, I grew up as one. He knew that I'd shown him pictures of me as a kid, on holiday. When he asked for copies I knew he was a keeper.

I wriggled out of his grasp. Enjoying his hand as he withdrew it stroking my leg as it went. I stood facing him and unsnapped the little denim skirt I was wearing. This left me in my little (yes cliched I know) yellow Pikachu panties which left little to the imagination, deliberately tight they gave me a camel toe, thin waist length black hoodie, and nothing else but my ear rings and makeup.

"That's easy, old man." I smirked. I saw that look, I glanced down and saw the bulge in his trousers. He liked 'The Brat' as he called that side of me.

I strolled out of the living room down the corridor, past Ben's room and I could hear faint music coming down from Chris's room upstairs. Yep this was a house share with two guys closer to my age than David's. I could feel the drafts, it was winter in a drafty old semi in North London after all. I started pouring us both a whisky on the rocks, feeling exactly like a naughty school girl seducing one of her teachers. I heard Ben's door open and he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, hows it going?" He asked I could feel his eyes on my butt cheeks. I turned round carefully holding the bottle of whisky in front of me, to hide the camel toe, but then I lifted it back up and put it on the counter. David wanted Ben to see me. He loved to play the game of teasing my house mates.

Ben stared at me. "David round?"

I blushed. "Yep. Do you fancy a glass? It's his bottle of course."

"Sure why not?"

I poured an extra glass for Ben, before moving back down towards the living room, Ben's eyes burning a hole in my panties as I went. Being a nudist is one thing but you never stop being slightly embarrassed in front of fully clothed non nudist friends.

Part One Continued...

I closed the door behind me, handed David his glass and put mine down on the arm of the sofa before moving over to the Ipod and selecting some chilled lounge music, the type which really got us both going.

"Were you seen? I heard one of the lads talking?"

"Yep, Ben. He couldn't stop staring at this." I said running a finger along the front of my panties. I realised I had goosebumps everywhere from the chill. "Fire on?"

"No, this is perfect." He said, "Now, take your hoodie off."

I pulled it off, over my head and dropped it on the sofa. Goosebumps now spread across my upper body. I was wearing a yellow crop top and that was it, no bra. I was chilling at home and have small tits, why wear a bra when I don't have to. My nipples ached slightly, whether it was the chill or the game my nipples were standing to attention like soldiers, Like David's soldier.

He stood up, towering over me, 6'1 to my 5'. I shivered again, this time more with pleasure at being at the mercy of this powerful man. He looked me up and down, brushed his knuckles of a clenched fist gently over the front of my panties, making me quiver inside, while with his other hand he playfully brushed the front of my crop top.

"Okay, now for your presents." He reached for the glossy plastic bag he had brought with him and pulled out some clothes, he held up a small plain white blouse and draped it on the sofa. Then he pulled out some long black socks. Next was a red and striped tie, then a tiny red and green tartan kilt. Lastly he pulled out a pair of little white cotton panties with little pink hearts all over them.

"I need you to dress smartly. For school."

My heart fluttered and my stomach knotted, This was really hot. I blushed and bit my bottom lip, looking up at him with wide blue eyes.

"Thank you daddy. I'll do that right now."

Part One - continued

"Wait." David commanded his palm out towards me. "Go and change your underwear in your bedroom, then come back down for the rest of your clothes." He looked at me, waiting for me to follow his instructions. My heart fluttered and my stomach and lower down tingled nicely.

"Ok daddy."

He handed me the panties and socks.

I took them and took another sip of the whisky sending another red blush through my body as I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. I looked around, I could Ben moving around in the kitchen, he didn't see me though. I padded up the narrow staircase. The music got louder as I passed Chris's room and entered mine.

Whoops I had forgotten to tidy before David came round. If he came upstairs I would be getting punished over the clothes and accessories strewn across my bed and floor.

The curtains were open and the light was on, that meant the neighbours would be able to see me as I slipped off my little top and panties. I didn't look to check but the thought of their eyes on my body made me feel flushed and warm. I took my time pulling the Pikachu panties off and flung them towards the laundry basket in the corner. Next I pulled on the black socks, before briefly admiring the look in the mirror next to the window. Hmm socks and nudity. Black socks against pale skin. The new panties took more time to pull up they were so small. Made for a ten year old. David often told me I had the body of a thirteen year old, it was a compliment.

Eventually they were reasonably comfortable. I looked in the mirror again. My little pussy mound and slit were perfectly outlined by the tight white cotton. I twisted to see most of my butt cheeks on display.

Okay ready to go back down. I opened the door with enough force in a house like this to create a bit of noise and walked flat footedly to the top of the stairs making the floorboards creak and groan as I walked by Chris's door. As if by magic it opened and a tousled head of brown hair stuck out. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at me, my small bare breasts with the pointy little nipples, the ludicrous panties, and long socks.

"Hi Chris." I smiled brightly at him, feeling that flush again, both down below and in my chest and face.

I headed down the stairs, he had seen enough for now.

"David here is he?" Chris said.

I didn't answer, just carried on down the stairs and into the living room, closing the door behind me.