Hello to anyone who reads this:
This is just a small bit of a story I am thinking of writing
If you could let me know if you like it that would be awesome!
I hope you enjoy :)
Tonight's the Night
"You can do this, Kate" I whispered as I looked myself over in my bathroom mirror. It's just like Cali said, you ARE beautiful. The red nylons stretched over my painted black toes and climbed up to about mid thigh. They're laced at the top and curled down a bit in the back when I walked. The fabric made a soft swish sound when my legs rubbed together. Why am I doing this? My breasts were strapped in tight to a lacy red lingerie top, which covered them like a bra then had sheer fabric that hung from that and covered my tummy down to the tops of my thighs. My straight black hair fell to my shoulders and flipped out at the ends, and my chocolate brown eyes were filled with anxiety. I looked down as I shuffled my feet, my cleavage, my rounded tummy, my wide hips, my pudgy toes. This doesn't look good on me.
"Why did I buy this? He won't like it." I whispered softly, scoffing at my stupidity. But then Cali's voice floated through my head. "You will look so fucking gorgeous in this Kay, he won't be able to resist...". We had gone to the mall together last weekend and she wanted to stop in Victoria's Secret because she was running low on bras. I was just wandering around as she found what she needed and I spotted this mannequin wearing this really cute red lingerie. I walked up to it and felt the sheer satin fabric that flowed from the bust line. It was so soft and light. I didn't notice that she was standing right behind me with her bags, all checked out. I must have been standing there staring at it longer than I realized.
"You have to buy this Kay!" she practically squealed in my ear. "You would look so adorable in this!"
"I don't think so Cali..." I told her in a disbelieving voice.
"Are you kidding me? With your curves... girl... you would look so great!" She was beaming at me.
"Cali... I just don't think..." I still had the fabric between my fingers, rubbing it between them, it was so soft. Cali started rummaging through the drawers under the mannequin.
"What bra and panty size are you?"
I sighed and answered her reluctantly. She grabbed the separate pieces and began dragging me toward the checkout counter.
...If I back out now, she'll kill me.
I crept out of the bathroom and tip toed down the hall toward the living room, where he was playing the Play Station 3. I peeked in the room and saw him; he looked perfect, as always, completely at ease, comfortable in his own skin, not a care in the world. He was concentrating on the game and it caused his brow to furrow as it always does. He made a frustrated noise and I spun around and pushed myself up against the wall, hiding like a scared rabbit. I don't want to interrupt him. My heart was beating so fast, I swear that he could hear it if he wasn't so enveloped in whatever game he was playing. I could hear gunshots in the game, it must be call of duty. I could hear him talking over his headset as well. She doesn't have to know, I can just TELL her that it worked. I can go back to the bedroom and take all of this crap off. Tomorrow, when she asks how it went I can simply lie to her.
I looked down at my feet, the red nylon stood out against the white carpet. It's not like we've never had sex before, we've been dating for 3 years now. We've had sex, but not sexy sex. It took me at least the first year of dating before I let him see me naked, and even then it was so scary for me, I was so afraid of rejection. So afraid that he wouldn't like my body, which is a ridiculous thought because he had been dating me for so long before hand. Usually when we have sex it's because he wants to, not because I want to, I never initiate it. There are strict lights off rules when we have sex, too. I don't want to have sex because I don't exactly feel sexy. He tells me that he thinks I'm sexy but I just don't see it. I mean, right now, all I can think of are my ice cold hands (that's from the nerves) and how itchy these nylons are making the backs of my knees. I can't do this yet. I pushed off of the wall with full intentions to go back to the bedroom, still looking at my feet, and ran into something, or rather, someone. His hand slid around my waist and held me tight to him as I tried to scramble away. All the while I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact. If I can't see him, he can't see me, right? I know, I'm being stupid, it's obvious that he likes me and my body, we've been together for a long time, and he's never complained. I'm just a bit over dramatic. He gently grasped my chin with his left hand, and drew my face up to look at him. He was 6' tall, taller than my 5' 9". His black hair was getting long and unruly, just the way I like it. A few locks of it brushed his forehead and lead my eyes to his bright blue ones. They were looking at me with an intense look of... sadness? Why is he sad? Does he not like it? I knew he wouldn't. I tried to get away from him again, he just held me tighter.
"Why are you running from me, love?" he asked me, his Irish accented voice full of concern. I didn't answer him, I just looked down and shuffled my feet. They ran smooth across the carpet. "Kate, look at me, what's wrong?" he brought my chin up again, leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"I'm stupid." I whispered, shaking my head. His fingers felt so warm against my skin.
"No, wh...why...?
I didn't quite know what to tell him I ended up blurting out the whole story about how its Cali's fault that I bought the outfit and how long it took me to build up the guts to come out here, and how I was just about to go take it off...
"... I just wanted to wear this for you; I wanted to make you happy, to show you how much I love you. But it's okay, you don't like it, I'll just um... go..." I trailed off and then tried to turn away again. He was silent for so long while I was talking so I just figured that he didn't like the outfit and that he agreed with me.
"Hey, stop trying to get away! I'm not letting you go..." he was using a stern voice, commanding "... especially when you are looking as delicious as you are right now." his voice began to lower in pitch.
"Trust me Kate, I am very happy," he exaggerated the very "and you look very beautiful," once again, he exaggerated the very and this time he slightly ground his hips against me, showing me how very happy he was "you always do. You couldn't do anything to change the way I feel about you."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He pushed hard, forcing me to part mine; he slipped his tongue inside licking the inside of my upper lip and sucking it gently. I instinctively sucked his lower lip which was placed conveniently between mine. His lips were so soft, and warm, like his fingers had felt on my face. Now his fingers trailed down my neck, my throat, my chest, they pulled at the fabric that fell from my bust line.
So... That's it! I hope you guys liked it.... please give me some feedback on what you thought of it!
