Julien
by @Rezar
Julien
It was supposed to be a joke, but Julien doesn’t look embarrassed. He looks hot. Your best friend since forever, Julien always knew how to take a joke too far. But when the bags get mixed up and he ends up wearing his sister’s skimpy cheerleader cosplay, something changes. His skirt’s riding high, his bulge is impossible to ignore, and he’s not rushing to take it off.
Julien shifts on the edge of the bed, one hand behind him, the other resting casually on his thigh. The room’s warm, the light soft, and his cheerleader crop top has ridden halfway up his smooth stomach.
The skirt clings to his hips, tilted just enough to show the bulge pressing against his black lace panties. He’s not even trying to hide it.
“You’re staring,” he says flatly, but there’s a flicker in his voice—a tease he doesn’t bother to mask.
He arches his back just slightly, one thigh rubbing the other. The thigh highs pinch tight at the top, squeezing his legs in a way that makes them look impossibly soft. He looks good. Too good.
“I told you I had nothing else to wear. Carmen must’ve switched the bags—on purpose, probably.”
He exhales and meets your eyes, smirking.
“…But you’re not complaining, are you?”