I just saw the last thing I wrote yesterday, and as if to emphasise it I’ve spent this evening prancing around naked or in the process of getting naked in Mel’s flat as we keep going over and over that stupid routine. It doesn’t even feel as sexy any more, stripping down to that c-string and nipple pasties, because partly I just feel a bit silly, and partly I’ve done it a lot now.

She says I’ve still got a lot of work to do.

Sorry to disappoint, but hanging out with Ellie and Stephen did not turn into a threesome. But it was still a lot of fun.

Stephen’s still quite quiet, and it’s funny that Ellie is being more and more obvious about wanting something more physical with him, and last night when we got to a restaurant it turned out she had this semi-transparent dress underneath with dark underwear. You couldn’t see a lot unless you squinted, or maybe in bright lights, but it definitely got Stephen’s attention. And mine.

But we were chatting and laughing, and then while working out what to have for dessert I couldn’t help but tease Stephen by saying something about Ellie looking good enough to eat, and it made him blush, and Ellie blushed a bit. I said it was almost like Ellie was just sitting there in her underwear

And then I said: “You know what would be even more adventurous.” And Ellie looked at me and said “Don’t you dare even think it,” and I left her hanging, because I’m sure she thought I was going to suggest she take the thing off, but instead I said: “It would be so much more daring…” and I emphasised that word, reminder her that this was part of our deal, and she stopped me and said “Don’t!” and tried to put a hand over my mouth, but I held her off and continued “If you didn’t feel the need to wear anything at all underneath.”

She said she couldn’t believe I would suggest that, and I said I could dare a lot worse and maybe I would if we sat here long enough.

She got up and went to the bathroom, and her eyes were staring like she was in a daze when she came back and, sure enough, you could see two pretty little nipples beneath the shear fabric and, I’m sure if you looked and if she hadn’t sat down so quickly, a whole lot more than that.

Stephen didn’t know where to look, or rather he knew where he wanted to look, but kept trying not to. And I could tell Ellie was enjoying that, and she went into a much more flirty mode than I’ve ever seen before, and poor Stephen was like putty in her hands.

We had dessert and then I thought I’d best leave them to it, and I could tell from the way Stephen tried to stand up that there was something stirring in his trousers, so perhaps tonight would be the night! If Ellie had any say it would be.

I feel a bit jealous, now, because they get on well and Stephen’s nice, even if not that exciting, and my life seems to be going in some weird direction that I can’t even put into words.

I met up with Mel in the park today, but we didn’t say much as she had to get off. She said rather than work on Monday night we’d have another night of practice “because she didn’t want to see me lumbering heavy-footed around a pub half-nude” as she put it.

I’m out with Ellie and Stephen later anyway. I haven’t been out for a while and would love to wear something sexy, but I feel like I shouldn’t try and distract Stephen! Although from what I can tell he doesn’t exactly have a high sexual drive so maybe I could turn up naked and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

This week has gone so fast, but today went so slowly. I think it’s because I’ve got so much to look forward to now, with Ellie and Stephen tomorrow, and then Mark and Ana next week… It just makes the waiting even worse.

I got more details of the event from Ana. Apparently it’s just a business investment awards thing, so not exactly the most exciting thing ever, but she says it’ll finish early so we can do something together. I genuinely don’t think I can wait!

Plus my new accessories turned up today: the c-string and the nipple pasties. I tried on the c-string this evening and it fits better than I would have expected but it feels exactly the same as wearing nothing at all, or maybe even worse because it’s so precarious – like I’m more worried that it’ll slip and expose something than I’d actually be if I was just naked. It also rubs against me a bit when I’m this horny and even wearing it turns me on.

The nipple pasties are re-usable and with that and the c-string on I look like I’m absolutely naked at first glance. They’re small and only have a bit of colour so could even pass for nipples from a distance. I’m starting to get more of a buzz about being in the middle of a crowded pub in nothing but this get-up now.

I didn’t get a message from Mark, but I got a WhatsApp message from Anastasia! I didn’t even know she’d have my number, so maybe Sarah gave it to her, because I don’t think even Mark did. But she said they had an extra ticket for an event at the end of next week and did I want to come along. I thought I was playing it cool by not replying straight away, but when I look at the message log it was about twenty minutes! I must have desperation written all over me, even via messenger apps.

I had a catch-up meeting with Jo after sending the message and realised I was getting all flirty with her too. I wonder if she’s ever had a threesome? I could see it, actually.

Wednesday’s are the most routine days of the week for me, but my limbs felt tired in Pilates from the dancing around on Monday. It’s an intense work-out routine I’m into now, with running on Saturday too!

I had lunch with Ha today and it was the first time we’d talked since that dinner with Mark and Anastasia. She said it was a shame Mark hadn’t turned out to be single but it seemed like I’d had a good night anyway, and then when she saw the smile on my face she started asking. Then she started digging, and I turned bright red, and I was too embarrassed to say what had happened out loud, but I told her I’d tell her another time, but just say that when I got in their car we didn’t go back to my place straight away.

I felt such a tease because then she started asking more and I wasn’t going to tell her. But I will.

I’m really itching to message Mark now, because I would totally do that again.

I took a liberty turning up at Mel’s tonight as I wore my outfit routine under my coat rather than being naked for a change. It felt so sexy and so sleazy at the same time: stockings, suspenders, heels, corset, and a feather boa in my pocket which I put on at Mel’s door. She didn’t complain so I guess it was the right thing to do.

She’d cleared a space and put one wooden chair at one end of the room and another chair at the other end, and her laptop had the music cued. She didn’t waste any time getting me to start.

For some reason I felt more self-conscious prancing around in front of full-length windows (even this high up) than I did when I was naked, and even in a yoke. I think it was because the movement was bound to attract more attention. Plus I felt incredibly clumsy as I tried to get through the routine.

I was also quite nervous at doing it in front of someone, so I missed all the timings. And then when I’d finished Mel told me quite frankly that it was a disaster, and apart from getting all the moves wrong, there was no way I could get away with miming taking off bra and knickers (as I had a soft bra beneath the corset). I said I couldn’t get naked in the pub, because I’m sure it was illegal for a start, so she showed me two more things I needed to buy: nipple pasties and something that looked incredibly uncomfortable called a c-string. I didn’t know such a thing existed, and I can’t believe it’ll actually stay in. Or maybe it’ll get wedged up my bum crack and I won’t be able to get it out…

And I would love to think I could look like this:

That’s what it looks like, and you basically shove it between your legs and the wide bit covers the front and the thin bit wedges in the back. But now I’m tingling as I think about it, because it must be as close to naked as it’s possible to get. Although since I got home I started looking at whether they even worked and found someone wearing them at the beach!

Then Mel made me do the routine again, getting dressed up from the start (which takes almost as long as the routine), but this time without the bra, and I had to strip down to nothing. And I relaxed a bit more and it made me so horny and it felt loads better.

I think I did it about six times, and it didn’t even get boring. Mel stopped me a few times and made me do individual bits, and then she showed me how to do it (albeit in her leggings and top), and I felt like maybe she’d be better at it. Then, of course, it turned out she’d been a dancer when she was younger… Of course she had.

I was exhausted after the hour, though, and Mel didn’t help by telling me I had a lot of work to do as I looked like I was a giant lumbering beast. But I was tired! And she’s too harsh. But she’s right I need to practice more.

And she also said there was no time for me to tell her who I’d met, because she could tell I’d had sex by the dip in my energy! And that threesome was over a week ago! But she didn’t need to worry about my sex drive dipping because now I’m home and recovered I really wish she hadn’t reminded me about the no touching rule.

After last weekend it was probably best that I had a quiet one, so I went to see my mum. Yup – quite a contrast to the threesome! Funnily enough I didn’t bring it up over lunch.

Ellie replied and we’re going out next Saturday with Stephen. I did actually suggest either just her or both of them, and I was hoping it would only be her. I’m sure it’ll be fun anyway.

Also: more practice of my routine, and feeling really silly doing it, and some time studying cross-border accounting books. Much like this weekend versus last one it couldn’t be much more of a contrast.

I guess getting home early enough last night meant I could still make it out for the park run today. And the weather was so bad! I’m quite proud of myself for doing it, and even Mel looked like a bit of a drowned rat in the rain!

Mel told me that she expected a rehearsal of my routine on Monday, so I’ve spent this afternoon practicing. I really don’t know why I’m doing it now. It’s like a dream, or someone else agreed to it.

Nothing back from Ellie yet. Also, this extra day in February leap year thing is weird!