Our Dearly Departed

The Door Was Open

Part 10 The Door was Open

Nameless

I hadn't planned on going into a lingerie store that day, but when I saw that outfit in the window, I immediately thought of Gerard and how he would pounce on it—whether he would want to wear it himself or want me to wear it more, I wasn't sure, but I was willing to take a chance on wearing myself and gauging his reaction. If he decided to use it in the future, so be it! I wouldn't put anything past him. I went into the store and tried it on in the dressing room. I felt awkward. I started picking out my flaws until I imagined Gerard smacking me in the back of the head yelling "stop that!". I would take a chance. I purchased the black corset, panties to match, and a garter and went home. I didn't want to admit it at the time, but I also wondered if Frank would like it. The house was empty. Gerard would be home soon; he was out eating. Frank was holding auditions for a new band today, so he would be gone all day. I went into the bedroom and changed into the outfit, refreshed my makeup, and brushed out my hair. I felt ok. It wasn't that bad. Besides, Gerard was willing to break out the old priest outfit for me, it was the least I could do for him. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"It's me!" Gerard yelled.

"I'm in here."

He stood in the doorway with his mouth open.

"Oh...babe...holy fuck. Is that for me?"

"All for you."

His face lit up in a smile. He ran his hands over the fabric, squeezing my ass where the panties didn't cover it.

"I love it. You look...wow..."

He kissed me, holding my body tight against his. He groaned as he kissed my neck. He voice was slightly different when he spoke. It was deeper, lower...telling me exactly what kind of mood he was in.

"You dressed up so nice for me, baby...is there something specific you want?"

He also saw right through me. I was after something he hadn't done since an episode on a certain embalming table. I was a little nervous to ask. He knew, anyway! He was teasing me by making me say it.

"I want you to lick me, please."

"I can't ever say no to that politeness. Lay down, sweetheart."

He shut my coffin lid and knelt at the foot of it. I laid down over top of my own casket. He pulled my hips toward him and spread my legs open. He ran his fingers over my panties. He pulled on my garter with his teeth, letting it snap against my thigh.

"You better hold onto this outfit," he said, bending down and licking me through my panties. Always a fucking tease. I shouldn't have complained at that point; it was only going to get worse. He rubbed my thighs while he licked. I was going to die, a second time, right there on that coffin, and he hadn't even done anything yet. Fuck.

Frank

It went ok. It could have gone better, but at least I had a few 'maybes'. There was one guitar player who really stood out to me. He was fantastic and friendly and cheerful, to boot! His name was Ray. The only problem was, he also had an offer from another band and asked for some time to consider my offer as well. I really hoped he picked me, but I could understand if he chose a band that already had a drummer, singer, and a bassist. I only had me. My saving grace was going home to my family. It was always nice knowing that at least one of them would be there to smile with, or kiss, or be intimate with. Sometimes I felt odd being with Gerard in that way without her. It depended on the day. I wasn't sure how they felt about it, and I most certainly was not going to bring it up. That could stay in my head. She had never made a move to have sex with me, and I wouldn't go beyond kissing unless she asked. When I got home, everything was quiet at first. Then I heard it. I heard her, her little moans echoing in the quiet. I couldn't move. I looked down the hall and noticed that the door was open. Shit. They probably got caught up in a moment and forgot to close it. Maybe if I was really quiet I could shut it.