Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

060

"Dress time!" Natasha squeals and hops excitedly over to her dress

"You can get dressed out here." I laugh and get up from my chair to walk into my closet

"That was the plan." She winks as she opens her bag

I smile and walk into the closet going right back to my dresses that are hung in the back and on the left side of the racks. I swipe my hand across the ten dress bags I have until I find the two that both say 'White' on them. The first one that I unzip looks too prom like and not for a formal party being short and sparkly so I go for the second one that is longer with a deep v-neck line ending just below my sternum. I pull it out of the bag and take my robe off only having a white no-show thong on. I feel my heart sink when I go to pull the supposed to be simple dress on and feel the waist stop at the middle of my thighs, not budging anymore when I tug on it.

"Oh, no, no, no." I mutter. "This can't be happening!" I softly exclaim

"What's wrong?" Nat asks as a she walks into my closet after hearing my distress. "Oh... that is what's happening." She says when she sees my bent over form, struggling with the dress

Natasha is wearing a floor length, black dress that has a sweetheart neckline and thick straps wrapping around her the top of her biceps connecting to the neckline. The dress fits around her curves in a slight mermaid style with a slit up the right side and ending right above her knee with her hair that has gotten rid of the curlers and is now resting in tight curls instead of her soft natural curls.

"It won't go past my thighs!" I stand and toss my hands in the air while dropping the dress. "By the way, you look fucking amazing." I add

"And your tits are out." She smirks and looks down at my chest

"Huh? Oh, God!" I look down and gasp, grabbing my chest now worried about my modesty that is far out the window at this point with no interest in returning anytime soon

"Y/n, we're both girls." She laughs. "It's fine."

"Still." I mutter but let my hands drop

"Seriously though, how do they stay together like that?" She asks and glances down again. "I thought that was your bra."

"I don't wear actual bras." I shrug when looking down at my breasts. "I wear those ones from Hollister and sports bras. That's it."

"Wow." She blinks and shakes her head. "Your tits are fucking perfect. Did you get them done?"

"Nat, stop and no, I didn't." I laugh as I step out of the dress and hold it up. "I need help with this."

"No, hold on." She holds up her hand. "You have a titty crease without a bra on."

"Yeah... and?" I shake my head with a slight grimace

"Bucky is one lucky son of a bitch." She mutters

"Ope." I drop my arms to give her a 'really?' look. "Lord. Can you help me, please?"

Nat smiles and grabs the dress convincing me that I don't need a bigger size and somehow hauls it over my hips making sure no threads snapped and the silk material didn't stretch. The dress hugs tightly around my waist and takes some of my breath away but she said I will get used to it after awhile. She zips up the back that goes up to the bottom of my lower back being an open back and almost showing my ass crack while the front is a deep v-line connecting at the tight waist that flares out under my belly button. The dress would be a mermaid style if there weren't two slits going up the sides of the gown that end at the top of my thigh but it stops low enough so it doesn't show the junction between my leg and pelvis and won't show my underwear when I walk.