Short Stories And Oneshots!! (GirlxGirl, BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl, LGBTQ)

Woman Of The Night

I wrote this after listening to Aerosmith and I felt inspired.

Enjoy.

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"I'm bored." Kate groaned, "What d'you want me to do about it?" Replied Tommy, not looking up from his guitar, "Anything preferably." Kate replied.

Tommy sighed. He was spending the day at her flat as their friends were busy. He and Kate were still getting to know each other, but they got along pretty well. "Maybe you could be a bit more precise?" He asked, placing his guitar next to the coffee table. Kate thought for a minute and replied.

"Have you ever dressed like a lady before?"

Tommy furrowed his brows, "Where did that that come from?" he replied, "Just curious..." Kate said, twirling a lock of her blonde hair.

"Only once," replied Tommy, "The lads dared me to do it."

"And how did you look?" Kate asked, sitting up.

"Well, not terrible, but we stayed indoors." replied Tommy.

Kate giggled and replied, "Surely not!"

Tommy's face flushed but he didn't reply. "Can I dress you up?" she asked, "We don't have to leave my flat. I just wanna see what you look like."

Tommy thought for a good minute. Eh, what's the harm in it?

"Fine," he replied, "But we're not leaving your flat." Kate clapped excitedly and dragged him into her bedroom.

Kate's room was a mess of clothes. The floor was covered, her chair in the corner looked like a lump and her closet looked like a bomb had hit it.

The perks of being pals with a fashion student.

The only thing that was devoid of clothes was her bed, so Tommy sat on it cross legged as he watched her dig through her closet.

She rummaged through the closet, her mind set on finding the perfect dress for him. And then the found it.
A burgundy red sleeveless dress that looked like it stopped mid thigh. Tommy gulped and his eyes widened as Kate gestured for him to stand and come closer, with a cheeky look in her eye and a wiggle of her finger. He did.

He hesitated removing his button down, but Kate helped him out of, then moving down to his jeans. Tommy wasn't sure if Kate checking him out, the way her eyes lingered on him.

Kate partly hoped Tommy wouldn't notice her gawking at him, admiring Tommy's strong, solid chest, the faint dark hair spread over it and ran down his flat stomach to waistband of his jeans.

She quickly helped him out of them, leaving him in his boxers. "She's definitely going slow," Tommy thought, "She's fucking enjoying this."

Kate smirked, seeing Tommy glaring at her darkly. She WAS enjoying this.

She helped him make the dress fit better after he slipped it on. It was tight in the shoulders but fit everywhere else as she smoothed it over his torso, saying "If you're gonna do this right, you shouldn't be wearing boxers."

Tommy's face fell, turning into a scowl. "She's fucking loving this." He thought.

Kate smiled, "I'll give you a clean pair of mine to put on while I go and get makeup sorted."

Tommy nodded as Kate pulled open the top drawer and pulled out a pair of lace panties and handed them to him. "Meet me in the bathroom." She whispered in his ear, getting on her tip toes.

"Yeah, course." Tommy eplied. Once Kate left, Tommy sighed before pulled down his boxers and slipping the panties up his thighs.

He gently tucked himself in so it wasn't too tight down south, but the silk felt heavenly and soft, and pulled the dress back down before. He then walked down the hall to Kate's bathroom.