"Ugh c'mon!" Matt said from Behind me.
"It's so tight! My GAWDDD!" Yelling at him, "Ow! be gentle!"
"I'm trying babe, it's not the easiest thing to zip up." Trying to zip up a slim fitting gold dress I haven't worn in years.
"You know what, this dress is going back into my closet. Ill wear my black dress." Announcing as I signaled him to unzip the dress. Once done so, I stepped out the dress and headed toward my closet wearing only my white VS bra and matching thong.
"Hmm instead of me helping you into that dress, you should be helping me into that pretty little-"
Interrupting him, "You better not say what I think your going to say!" I turned around from my closet just to see him checking me out, hungrily rubbing his hands together.
"Well, I mean.." I turned away from him, focusing on the stuff in my closet. "If you just bend over a little," feeling him hold me from Behind, "I just want to get an idea of what you throwing back for ya man."
"Don't suggest things you're not ready for, Matt."
"Speak for yourself.." Sliding one of his warm hands into my thong, heading down to my lowest peak.
OhMyGosh wait... "Mm Matt no.." He didn't listen, teasing me fully. He knew what he was doing. Continuing to seduce me, my knees got a little weak from his touch.
Then he stopped..
"I knew you weren't so innocent!" he chuckled as he walked away from my lusting body.
Speechless..
He walked out my room, giving me privacy to get dressed before his family got to my house. This is it, meeting the family. I'm nervous as crap honestly, like what if the she doesn't like me?
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Filler chapter, sorry for the shortness
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