And even more oddly there seems to be no type of brass firearms or sheathed knifes upon her person.She adjusts her blouse covering her distaff parts a...nd physique. Her strange, unfamiliar undergarments are causing a rather uncomfortable chaffing and abrading in the delicate, tender area under her not overlarge bosoms. Even though she is certainly used to wearing this womanish clothing he is rather certain that females of his own time were not employing concealed garments that covered each breast. At the same time I wonder why I'm making such an effort for someone I don't know and why he has such an effect on me. I dry myself and slip on the pink dress. It's odd not putting on knickers and a bra and yet it feels very naughty and sexy. I grab my keys and head out the door. As I walk up the stairs to his apartment my stomach feels like it is tied in knots, but I stand in front of his door, knock softly and wait. I hear the handle turn and I think of running away but then he's standing in. There were beer cans and broken bottles strewn all over and blackened earth from recent camp fires. Danny darted ahead of me and peeked in one of the open windows before going to the door. As Erika and I watched from a safe distance Danny pried the door open while Steve approached. As he entered the little house he yelled that it was cool and for us to join him. Steve followed him inside as Erika and I quickly ran to the door. When I got to the open door I could see Steve and Danny in the dim. By the time we arrived at her place, I had been shallowly fingering her with an occasional brush of her clit. She lived in a small house that she shared with a couple classmates, both absent thankfully. As I pulled in, she quickly disentangled herself and ran for the door, fumbling her keys out as she went, me close behind. We both got through the door and somehow remembered to lock it as we headed to her bedroom, practically slamming the door behind us. Her room was fairly simple, bed, desk.