Little Red Dress

I slipped the small red straps over my shoulder and looked in the full length mirror.

“Have no fear, your hairdresser is here,” my friend, Maria, said, walking in and setting down her various curling irons.

“How do I look?” I asked,twirling in a circle so she could see the entire outfit.

“You can’t wear that!” she said.

“And why not?” I said, hands on hips.

“It barely covers your ass is why not,” she said, standing up to full height, taking the advantage she had at being 5’6 to my 5’2.

“I think it accents my ass very well,” I said, matter-o-factly, “especially for my plans for tonight,” I added that last bit just to make her gasp.

“What plan for tonight are you referring you?” she said, starting to pile curls of hair on top of my head.

“Let’s just say I’m tired of being the only virgin in the senior class and I’m going to see if Brian wants to help me solve that problem,” I said, applying bright red lipstick to match my red satin dress.

“Well in that dress you probably won’t even make it through dinner,” she said, pinning my long loosely curled chestnut brown hair into an elegant twist.

When I pulled up in front of the house, I looked into the review mirror checking my make up again.

I knew the house was empty except for Brian, so I didn’t worry about knocking. I heard noises from the kitchen and gave him the opportunity to finish dinner before he knew I was here. I sat on the couch and almost giggled when I saw him take the garbage of my favorite restaurants bags to the trash.

I lay on the couch one knee bent, in an invitation. Brian came back in and smiled sheepishly until he caught sight of what I was wearing at which point his eyes glazed over and a considerable bulge appeared in the front of his khakis slacks. I imagined how I must look to him, on of my freshly manicured hands rested on my flat stomach hugged by the crimson satin fabric. His eyes traveled up to the swell of my breasts curving above the tight low cut of the dress showing ivory colored cleavage. He looked to my face my eyes sparkling bright blue, my mouth curved into a seductive smile. I stretched arching my back and his gaze swept to my feet in strappy red spiked heels that had ribbons lacing up my well shaped calves to my thighs that we almost fully exposed. I unbent and bent my knee and he licked his lips, passion filling his eyes.

“Come here,” he said, huskily.

I slowly got up from the couch. I walked over to him taking long even strides. Making him wait. Inside I was a ball of nerves but outside I was in control I wanted to make him beg.

I was standing right in front of him and the desire was almost tangible, I could almost reach out and touch his want for me, and I was drunk with power.

I leaned past him and turned on the radio. “Dance with me,” I whispered, swiping my tongue against the shell of his ear and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

“You don’t look like a naive princess tonight.” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Maybe I’m not so naive,” I said, swaying my hips against his.

He closed his eyes a look a pure lust crossing his features. “If you take this further I won’t be able to control myself,” he whispered, breathily in my ear.

“That's okay,” I said, leaning back to look in his eyes, “I think I’ll enjoy having control of your body.” An evil half smile crossed my lips.

He looked as if he was going to challenge my statement, but instead leaned in and kissed me tenderly. His tongue traced my lips and his arms grew tighter around my waist, the wetness began between my legs and it was fueled by the fact that I knew what it would lead to.

The music which had been a slow seductive song, suddenly turned to a fiery passionate salsa tune. I started moving my hips faster against Brian’s. I had taken both salsa and belly dancing classes the summer before and had performed for him in the past and knew how quickly it turned him on.

He groaned a low guttural noise in the back of his throat and I felt the already hard bulge against my abdomen twitch.

“Awww, baby, I forgot all about your little problem,” I said, pouting my lips. “Let me see how I can help.” I said, stepping back from him and pulling by the belt buckle on to the couch, straddling his lap for a moment passionately kissing him, and rubbing against him. He started to run his hands up my thigh under my skirt.

“Uh uh uh,” I said, smiling, “I’m supposed to be nursing you.”

I kissed him lightly on the cheek, then started trailing kisses down his neck and after unbuttoning a button on his dark plaid shirt I kissed the exposed skin.

When I pushed the shirt off his muscled arms, he said, “You’re a tease.”

I giggled and licked his nipple, and then for extra measure, after such an insult, I bit him.

He gasped and looked down at me, I smiled up angelically and said, “I was just teasing.”

He growled and bent me back laying against me on the couch. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out in one long swipe, not letting our lips lose connection for a second. I unbuttoned his pants a pushed him back to where he was in a sitting position. He watched me as I kissed down his body licking and sucking his nipples. I found my way to his zipper and pulled in down with my teeth. I slid his pants off his legs. I was kneeling in front of him smiling up at him watching the movement of his muscled chest as he breathed heavily.

The tip of his head was showing through the flap in his boxers, I leaned forward flicking my tongue across it. I slowly pulled down his boxers. He was fully erect, “Mmmm,” I purred.

He smiled down at me and I licked the sensitive underside of his engorged member from base to tip swirling my tongue around it before I pulled away.

He groaned and said, “I thought you said you’d never done this before.”

“I haven’t,” I said, tickling his balls with my long nails. “I figure its just like an ice cream cone, a few small licks,” I used small licks making my way up and back down his shaft. “A long lick,” and again I licked the sensitive underside. “And a little bite,” I said, wrapping my mouth around his long tool and pulling it out running it along my teeth.

“Fuck,” he said, turning the ‘u’ into a long groan.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked, innocently fondling his balls.

“More,” he moaned.

I drew his entire cock into my mouth, it went deep into my throat almost causing me to gag, my face turned red, but when I started to bob and he started fuck my face, I loved knowing I could turn him on this much that, I was the one making him groan and writhe.

It took only a few short moments of pulling it in and out of my mouth for him to tense and start pushing my head making me bob faster. He came shooting his cum deep into my throat and it felt warm sliding down my throat with a salty flavor.

“Yummy,” I said, licking the last drop from my lip.

“You’re sure, you’ve never done that before?” he said, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“Never,” I said, nibbling his ear and running my nails along his inner thigh.

“Well, you’re a natural,” he said, looking me in the eye and running his thumb under my chin. “You’re amazing,” he said, kissing down my neck and kissing the portion of my breasts exposed by my tiny dress. “And you’re sweet,” he said, licking between my breasts.

“You know,” I said, pushing away from him and standing up, “it really is hot in here. Could you unzip me,” I said, softly.

He didn’t reply only unzipped the dress with a shaky hand. He watched my hand as I slowly slid the straps down my shoulders and the dress slid to the floor almost in slow motion. As I stepped out of the dress, now only a puddle of fabric on the floor I pulled the single pin out of my hair letting the curls fall halfway down my back. He ran his hands over my shoulders and along the curves of my body, resting his hands on my hips. He kissed my left shoulder blade and said, almost to himself, “How could I ever deserve this?”

“Come upstairs with me,” I said, over my shoulder as I walked upstairs.

I let my hips sway enticingly in front of him, I could feel his body heat behind me and I stopped suddenly seeing the hallway. The carpet was covered in rose petals only red and white because he remembered I despise pink. I walked with his arms around me to his bedroom, that was once covered in girly pictures, was dancing with shadows from candles the entire room smelled of cinnamon my favorite scent. “Oh my God,” I said, suddenly softening from the control I had had before.

“Perfection for perfection,” he whispered in my ear.

“That was an awful line,” I said, choking up.

“I know,” he said, gently picking my up and laying me on the bed.

He looked down at me, and pulled the red lace thong down my legs. He knelt in front of me licking smoothly across my slit.

“Mmmm,” I hummed.

“You’re so wet,” he said, slowly moving his tongue inside me.

I had never felt anything so wonderful.

He slowly kissed up my body flicking his tongue over my nipple. While he was kissing me, his hands were reaching fever pitch, pushing his finger into my tight hole and massaging my clit with his thumb.

I let out a small moan and he kissed me, his tongue muffling the sounds. While one hand was busy building me up for something I had never experienced but knew was wonderful, the other teased my already hard nipples. “Little rosebuds,” he said breaking our kiss and bending his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

I gasped, coming closer to my first orgasm.

“Not yet,” he said, slowly pulling his finger out of my soaking pussy.

“Uh,” I let out a whimper.

“I love you,” he said, he pushed into me and I closed my eyes, I could feel the barrier, he stopped for a second, I knew he hated the idea of hurting me. When he pushed past my hymen, I felt only a pinch, then a feeling of fullness, of wholeness.

He pulled out and pushed back in, and when I moaned he looked down at me, afraid I was in pain, I just smiled and said, “Harder.”

He moved harder inside and moved my hips with his. I could feel him pressing against my inner walls, also brushing against my enlarged clit.

As he increased speed I could feel something building like the lighting of a fuse, “Harder,” I breathed. My back lifting off the bed, I put my hands on his hips letting my nails dig into the flesh of his ass I tried to push him harder, further into me.

“Ahhh,” I screamed climaxing and writhing grabbing fist fulls of sheet and thrusting against him as my juices soaked him.

I opened my eyes, seeing Brian looking down at me smiling. He moved in me slowly starting to bring me to another shattering orgasm.

“I want to do something,” I said.

He raised his eyebrow and pulled out of me. I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. I lead his erection into my hot center. Moving against him riding him, I loved being in control I could feel him tense, coming closer to his climax and I moved faster. He reached up and kneaded my breast pinching my nipples. I pulled him out almost completely and plunged back onto him making him groan and grip my hips thrusting harder into me. We both climaxed at the same time. I could feel the heat shoot into me and I screamed soaking him in my own juices.

I laid on the bed next to him, cuddled lazy running my hand along his chest.

“Thank you,” I said, licking away a bead of sweat on his neck.