Tom Holland
I watch from the bed as Ruth runs around the room, clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor, her ass and breast bouncing in her underwear. I lick my lips, groaning quietly as she bends down to sort through the piles of clothes, an ache already forming between my legs. She shoots up from her spot, hair flying with her as she pushes the dress to her chest, looking at herself in the mirror, rolling her eyes as she looks at me through the mirror, half hard in my pants.
"Tom, can you not be hard for one second and help me, please" She whines, huffing in frustration. Her eyes weld with tears slightly as she stomps around, eyes scanning the clothes. I hop up from my seat, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Why are you crying? I'll help you, m'sorry.. Jus' look so good runnin' around in nothing but your panties and bra, Doll" I nip on her neck, stopping as she huffs out again.
"I'm crying because I'm frustrated and can't handle it cause I'm basically a child, and it's ok.. Sorry for getting up you, 'm just nervous" She flops down onto the bed, covering her face with her hands and arms. I nibble my lip with a nod, looking down at the clothes and going through them, smiling as I find the best dress.
"Here, what about this one? You haven't tried it on yet, and I don't think I've seen you in it before..." Her arms peel away from her face to take a look. She smiles softly, getting out of the bed and walking over to me, kissing my cheek sweetly and slipping the dress on, tightening the waist string.
She twirls and turns in the mirror, smiling with her bottom lip between her teeth before looking at me.
"Whatdya think, Lover?" She twirls again, the skirt of the dress floating with her movement. The off-the-shoulder dress hugs her figure, floating around her thighs and legs below the corset middle, sleeves a mesh material around her arms, upper arms bare to the wind. I nod, walking up to her and pulling her into a heated kiss, whining as she pulls away after a beat.
"I need to do my hair and makeup, Tommy.. Don't whine; you can have me when we get home" She giggles, smoothing down her black dress as she sits in her fluffy makeup chair, pulling over her brushes and eyeliner. I roll my eyes with a huff, smiling as I walk away to get myself ready.
Finding my outfit, that consists of black slacks and black button-up shirt, first few buttons undone, I do my hair, not putting a lot of gel in due to Ruth's whining months back. I tie up my shoes, eyebrows raising as 5 inch boots step into my view in front of me. I follow the boot, buckles lining the leather up the calf, stopping at the knee, followed by thigh high socks with bows, before I'm met with Ruth's face; black fading to red lipstick and out-there eyeliner, a small white heart on the tip of her nose. She smiles down at me, obviously feeling dominant with the height gain. I stand from my seat, still looking down at her and she pouts.
"If you wanted more inches on you, Doll, I could've given you a couple more than 5" I smirk, laughing as she hits my chest, her face flushed under the blush that's already situated on her face. I pull her in by her waist, kissing her cheek.
"You look ravishing though, Sweetheart" She kissing my lips in thanks, molding us together. We pull apart as a cough interrupts us. I sigh, looking over at Harrison who stands proudly in his black slacks and white shirt, a light blue blazer over the material- complete opposite to myself and my lover.
"You got something on you lips, mate" He snickers, pointing to his own. I huff, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, looking at Ruth when a black and red mix paints the flesh. She giggles, licking her thumb and rubbing my lips and chin to get the rest off, playing a motherly figure.
The three of us head out the door, jumping into the car and head off to the small café that we're suppose to meet Ruth's childhood best friend at. I've heard a lot about Lavender, the good and the bad, though there wasn't much bad, just small arguments here and there over silly things that they both came to realise. I felt bad when she told me they planned on moving in together after school and go to collage, knowing that I was the reason for them being unable to do their dream together.
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Lãng mạnRuth Rogers just turned 18 years old, thinking she'd have a good day, but realises she won't when her girlfriend breaks up with her and her dad turns out to be a Mobster who is giving her up for someone to marry. Tom Holland is a 23 year old, tryin...
