Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

how to dress appropriately to meet your boyfriends parents

I knocked on his front door confidently, but that was where the confidence ended. I was insanely nervous about meeting Travis' friends and family today, even though I'd never let anyone know it. Obviously, I was a pro at pretending to be calm, cool, and collected. As I waited, I tapped my foot, hoping I was dressed okay. I'd worn my favorite black skirt and had bought a red Chiefs jersey in support. I hoped Travis would like it.

"Hey baby!" Travis opened the door and smiled in surprise when he saw me. "You're early. Love the jersey." I was a whole hour early, but I had been pacing up and down my hotel room all morning and had finally given up and just decided to leave before I needed to.

"Is that a problem?" I asked, cringing at myself.

"No, of course not. Come in." Travis shifted to the side and I smiled, ducking my head slightly as I passed him inside. "What's in the box?" He asked when he closed the door.

"Oh, I made cinnamon rolls. Kind of hoped that even if everyone didn't like me, maybe my baking would make up for it." Now that I said it out loud, I heard how pathetic it sounded, and frowned to myself. Travis laughed at me.

"Everyone will love you baby, I promise." He told me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I blushed, biting back a smile as he led me down the front hallway and out into the living room. This was only the second time I'd been inside his house so was still a little unfamiliar with the layout, and I floundered a little as my eyes scanned the room. After a moment, I moved off to the kitchen around the corner on the right and placed the box on the bench. Travis followed me and leaned against the marble, a small smile on his lips as he watched me. Before I could ask what he was staring at, he reached out and took one of my hands. "You're nervous huh?"

"A little." I sighed as he stroked my fingers. "You're not at all worried about me meeting your parents? Your best friends? What if..."

"There's no what if." Travis gently cut me off. "They are going to love you. You're sweet, and you're funny, and you'll get along with everyone just fine." I managed a smile as I nodded, and then leaned forwards, placing my elbows on the counter across from him as I adopted a sarcastic expression.

"I hope sweet and funny aren't the only things on your list of reasons you're dating me." I said, and he chuckled.

"Of course not, my list of reasons is huge." He lowered his voice slightly, leaning forwards. "Want to hear reason number one?" I nodded, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Reason number one is the way you wrap your pretty pink lips around my..."

"Okay!" I straightened up, stifling a laugh. "I get the point." Travis winked at me, still stroking my hand. But then I leaned down again, a sly smile spreading across my face. "You know." I murmured. "We do have almost an hour before anyone else gets here."

"Yeah?" Travis asked, and I nodded. "What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe I'll remind you of the way I wrap my pretty pink lips around your dick." I breathed, my mouth a fraction of an inch away from his. Warm breath brushed across my lips as he exhaled, eyes searching mine to see if I was serious or not. I cocked an eyebrow, calling his bluff. 

"God you are incredible." He huffed, and then he was kissing me. I giggled into the kiss as his tongue probed against mine, fighting back with the same passion. 

"Get over here gorgeous." Travis murmured after a long moment, pulling back to let me breathe. I walked slowly around the edge of the counter towards him, and as soon as I was within arm's reach, Travis took the hem of my jersey and pulled it up over my head. His eyes widened when he saw the little black lacy bralette I was wearing underneath. "This is what you were planning to wear while meeting my parents?"