Earth Dies

One very cold and wet minute later, the two girls were standing outside the shower, drying off with big fluffy towels and shivering from the impromptu cold plunge.

"That was so unfair," Alice said to Bridgette, pouting as she tied her towel in place.

"Unfair is refusing to admit your feelings for two years, repressing everything until the last possible moment, then fucking it up and making a fool of yourself at a party, only confessing when pushed to the breaking point during a world-ending mystery. Just consider this a little payback." Bridgette replied, smiling to take the sting off her words.

"You're right, I'm so sorry. I deserve to be in trouble." Alice immediately fell all over herself, apologizing.

Bridgette brought the other girl in to a hug, their towels barely hanging on as the two girls pressed together. Bridgette patted Alice on the head and snuggled her in closer. "It's okay, Alice. I'm sorry I gave you a hard time for it, and I'm glad the truth is out. I'm just going to tease you for a while to make up for it, but I'm not angry with you. The opposite of that, really."

After another minute of snuggling, the two girls stepped back. "Okay, time to get dressed for the apocalypse. What do we wear? Guns and camouflage leggings? Ball gowns and bazookas?"

Alice blushed, looking down at Bridgette's feet. "I never did tell you how beautiful you looked in that dress last night. You were gorgeous."

"Right, wearing the slutty sundress again! Sounds like a plan if it makes you happy. How about you?"

Alice walked over to her closet, looking at her options. "I figure jeans and a t-shirt like always." She wished she had the confidence for something more. She'd even bought herself a few different outfits over the last year, hoping to get the courage, but never took the tags off. She'd hidden a few different dresses in the back of the closet, but refused to wear them outside of her room.

Bridgette clucked her tongue. "No, no, absolutely not. I will not have you walking around next to me, looking like a slob. What do we have in here anyway?" Bridgette shouldered her way past Alice and went into the closet, digging around.

"Hmm, interesting top. You've never worn this one. Cute. Who needs six different t-shirts from seed stores? I know you're a farmer's daughter but girl, you need to embrace the other farmer's daughter stereotype next time. Wait, what is this?" Bridgette turned around with a suspicious grin on her face, holding a dress that Alice had been hoping stayed hidden. As Alice realized her friend had found the dress, she blushed and sunk her face into her hands.

In her hands was a lemon yellow sundress, so thin it was almost sheer. It plunged at the neck, and was short enough that it sat at the upper thigh. Alice had seen it online and bought it the previous fall, hoping to wear it at the Homecoming dance with Bridgette. When it had arrived, she had immediately chickened out, but couldn't find a way to return it without alerting her mom that she had purchased it in the first place. So it had been hidden in the back of the closet, collecting dust, until now.

"Yes, I like this a lot. You're wearing this."

Alice flushed again. "I can't wear it, it's too short, it's too revealing. Just put it back. It was a mistake to even buy it. I'll wear anything else, just not that."

Bridgette stepped over to Alice. "I don't think you heard me, A. I didn't ask." Bridgette picked Alice's chin up and stared at her in the face. "Wear this dress for me."

Alice bit her lip and looked at Bridgette, who stared back at her with a lusty grin on her face. Alice sighed, "I suppose."

"Excuse me?"

"What do you mean?" Alice blinked at Bridgette, confused.

Bridgette, leaned in, pressing her mouth against Alice's ear. "Alice, wear this dress for me."

Alice swooned. She couldn't say no, not to that. She stammered out a halting "Yes" as her friend's breath continued to play across her neck.

"Good girl," Bridgette whispered, as she stepped back, handing the dress to Alice.

Alice's body was a mess. She felt confusion, a little shame at how revealing the dress was, a huge amount of lust, and somehow a bit of happiness and satisfaction from doing what Bridgette was bossing her around to do. She needed to clear her head, but knew that wasn't likely any time soon. In the meantime, she could at least obey and put the dress on. Wait, obey? I don't use those words to describe what I'm doing...

Alice let the towel fall to the ground, leaving her naked in front of her friend. Bridgette's eyes drank in Alice's naked body, roaming over every inch, from her face, to her breasts, down to her wet pussy that was already leaking again onto her legs. Alice was in serious trouble here. She took the dress from Bridgette's outstretched hand and pulled it on over her head, tugging it down into place, her whole body trembling as she did.

As she knew it would, the dress showed off her body in nearly pornographic ways, but kept just on the edge of propriety. The deep V-cut showed a stunning amount of her chest, including the sides of her (sadly very modest, she thought) breasts. The bottom hung just an inch or two below her pussy, ensuring that she needed to be careful doing even the most basic tasks or else it would ride up and reveal her bare ass and wet snatch to the world.

"Mmm, yes. I like this a lot. I'm not sure if I want to let you out in public like this, not until I've made sure you're mine, but oh yes, I do love this." Bridgette leaned into Alice, running her hands along the sides of the dress and moving her friend back and forth, admiring her. "Turn around," she ordered.

Alice obediently turned around, allowing her friend a look at her mostly bare back, as the dress again plunged down to her waist. "Yep, that'll do. Now... do I let you wear underwear or not?"

"Bridgette!" Alice gasped. "If I don't, I'll flash everyone! That's so embarrassing!"

"Babe, you're going to flash everyone in that dress regardless. The only question is whether you're going to waste underwear by drenching them with your juices again and again, or if you just accept you're a slut and go commando."

"I can't do that! That's ... so lewd. Embarrassing! I would never go commando." Alice bit her lip and ground her thighs together, as the thought suddenly began to make her excited, even as she was protesting. Am I a slut? Why am I so turned on by doing what she says, and going around without underwear?

Bridgette laughed and handed over a pair of panties. "You're saying no, but you seem like you like the idea. But maybe another day, I think we're pushing enough boundaries for one day. Here you go."

Alice blushed and stepped into the panties, a fairly lacy thong she'd purchased at one point. As she tugged the underwear up, she caught Bridgette staring at her yet again. "You're embarrassing me, looking at me like that."

Bridgette laughed. "Good. Now, I'll go get dressed, do you mind grabbing some food? I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes." With that, Bridgette dropped the towel and walked naked out of Alice's bedroom, leaving a gaping Alice staring at her friend as she walked out.