Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Only Got You This Dress So I Could Take It Off You

Roseanne was sure this had to be a kink.

Not voyeurism, no, no matter how much and how intently Lisa stared at her every single time. Lisa never liked to acknowledge the fact that other people could see Roseanne's beauty, too. She was not a sharer, either. That much Roseanne was certain.

Yet when Lisa's hand found the small of her back in the crowded living room, Roseanne couldn't help but feel that her girlfriend's far more interested in the dress she had on. Roseanne took a sip of her champagne, trying her damnedest not to melt into a puddle at the simple touch.

Lisa rubbed her thumb against Roseanne's skin. "You look wonderful tonight, darling."

"So you've said," Roseanne turned a little to smile at Lisa. "Every ten minutes, I believe."

Lisa only hummed before she moved away again, greeting one politician or another. With her tailored suit, her wide tie, and her neat bun, Lisa was a sight to behold in a roomful of old, English politicians.

Even now, as Lisa shook a white-haired man's hand, Roseanne could tell that Lisa's attention was still on her. This was the game they played, their own version of cat-and-mouse, although neither could tell which one they were.

Their game this evening began before they even left for Lisa's parents' New Year party. This started the second Roseanne stepped into the dark green dress. Roseanne found herself in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, with Lisa not two steps behind her, attentively bringing the zipper up.

Lisa's eyes had been hungry then, scanning every square inch of her exposed skin like she wanted to mark it with her teeth. Those brown eyes only went hungrier when Roseanne spun around, undid Lisa's belt and button, and reached a hand down her dress pants.

Roseanne's reasoning at the time was that it was less likely for her to mess up Lisa's bun and her suit. It would take another half hour to redo my makeup and get me back into the dress, honey , Roseanne murmured into Lisa's parted lips as she fucked her into a orgasm standing up.

By the time Roseanne pulled her hands out, Lisa's pupils were blown. She watched Roseanne put her diamond earrings on from the chair in front of their dressing table, entirely too enamored and blissed out to do much else, other than tucking her shirt back into her pants.

When Lisa's chauffeur arrived outside their house, Lisa was practically clinging onto a freshly dolled up Roseanne, kissing her neck and inhaling the perfume she had just put on. Lisa told her she was beautiful, then, too, kissing Roseanne's bare shoulder in a way that made her knees weak.

They couldn't do much on the car ride there, not if they wanted to arrive at Lisa's parents' 18th century country house with any semblance of decency and modesty. That, however, did not stop Lisa from nuzzling into Roseanne's neck and murmuring sweet nothings.

When they arrived at the country house just after seven, the party was in full swing, and Lisa's mother was too busy entertaining her fellow politicians to really say much about Roseanne's presence. She did, however, manage to squeeze in a "Really, Lisa? Three years in a row?" and a pursing of her lips at the sight of Roseanne's earrings. Her father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.

Or perhaps , Roseanne thought as she caught Lisa staring at her from across the room again, their little push-and-pull started when Roseanne came home last week with the dress in a huge box. Lisa had been interested in that, then, with her eyes lighting up at the mention of the boutique. Roseanne went to put the dress away in their shared wardrobe, and returned to the living room to a very excitable Lisa. Roseanne came that night with her legs on either side of Lisa's hips and earlobe between her girlfriend's perfect teeth.