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Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers

Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

to aid him now that he needs me. I smirk. “Doesn't feel very good, does it?” I mutter internally to the fresh wound of our engagement; the words echoing in my thoughts, stabbing back at me even as I think them. The demure young lady in front of me looks us up and down. All five of us together have wandered into her midst; a troublesome horde. “Welcome,” she says, “I'm sure it's obvious that today is a bit of an event for us.” “Clearly,” I answer her, impressed by the scene surrounding me. “Yeah,” says Matthew, “What's goin' on with all this?” Obviously used to giving the speech by now, but still getting used to everything, she answered him “Well, in honor of the city's annual bike ride and annual run, twice a year we open the museum at a lowered cost of admission, and today is one of those days. You get in either for the regular price – ten dollars – or one dollar for each article of clothing you're wearing,” she smiled as she spoke, and quickly added, “Not counting footwear.” Waiting for a response, I look around the group. “Okay, count me in,” Jasmine says in obvious surprise. “That sounds awesome.” “Seriously? I can't believe you've never been,” Ursula tells her. “Is this really a thing? Is this really happening?” her girlfriend asks. The girl working the booth interrupts, “Just for a couple of years now, but it's been a hit,” she giggles, “Certainly seems like it's here to stay.” “Well, that's a relief,” somebody jokes, passing by in adorable lacy panties. “So, regular ... admission?” she asks us. I glance back to the others, and we all look to one another. Ursula is the first to speak. “I think we'll be back in a few minutes.” “Obviously,” we concur haphazardly, and with that, the whole lot of us tumble out the door in a giggling mass. - - - My eyes open again, and I find myself surrounded by friends at the kitchen table, a hundred miles away. “And then?” I ask. “Well, this is where I start getting a bit fuzzy too...” Ursula says, “I know we made it back to the car at the hotel, and that's where we left our clothes.” “Okay. If that's all that happened- naked day at the art museum... I can deal with that.” Everybody laughs, “Uh-huh.” “What am I not remembering? What did I do?”I ask. “Well, it's not so much what you did,” Jasmine alludes. “Me?” Ursula asks. “No, you're good, love.” “Her?” I ask nodding toward Andrea, still passed out apparently peacefully on the floor. “No.” “It was him?” I gasp, looking at Matthew, “Seriously?” “Yuh-huh,” Ursula says, “In all fairness though, he did get us all out of it too.” “What did Matt do that was so bad?” “Thanks,” he tells me, with an obvious lack of appreciation for the sentiment, “You said you wanted to have some fun like the old days, so I decided to let it go a little.” “Well, what was it?” “Don't look at me,” he says, “I don't remember a thing.” “We all got into a bit of trouble, but you definitely were the most absurd yesterday, honey. At least in public,” Jasmine tells him. “Oh, I like the sound of ...