Shauna looked herself over in the full-length mirror in her parents' room and smiled at the classy, gorgeous woman staring back at her. The single-strap evening gown Heather had picked out for her hugged every contour and curve of her body, the burgundy satin shimmering as it caught the dim light of the room. No accessories were really needed nor required. Too much would diminish the effect it would have on anyone who saw her in it. Hell, she had to admit to herself, it was doing a number on her. She'd never felt so glamorous.
It was the slit up the side of the dress that truly did it. Though the garment stretched to the floor, it was impossible for her to completely conceal herself behind it. Her leg, its pale skin contrasting to the dark red of the fabric, called immediate attention to itself. The very tip or her panty peeked out from where the material joined at the seam, and she worried it might carry a bit too high on her hip, but at the same time she knew Heather would not complain about that one bit.
She slipped on the matching gloves, sliding them up over her elbow, then slid into the deep burgundy heels. A slight bit darker than the dress itself, but only to a discerning observer. She'd become a vision in deep scarlet. Something out of an old movie from the 40s or 50s. She absolutely loved this look on her, and the way it made her feel. She could only hope Heather felt the same about what she'd chosen for her.
They had managed to turn their shopping excursion from forced labor by Melissa into a fun afternoon for both of them, as they found new clothing that suited the unofficial 'dress code' their tormentor had set up for both of them. It had been Heather's idea that they shop for each other's outfit in private, then reveal them to each other that night.
"Oh...my...God," Heather's voice called from the doorway as she entered the room. "You look...god damn..."
Shauna blushed slightly, hoping the flush on her cheeks didn't match the color of her gown too much. "I could say the same for you, babe," she smiled. In response, Heather twirled slowly as if on a catwalk. Each step graceful and poised.
"Kinda hard to go wrong with a little black dress," she said as she walked over to Shauna. She'd appreciated Shauna keeping her outfit simple, the tight fitting off-the shoulder cocktail dress brought just enough attention to the areas most guys tended to ogle on her: The curves of her breasts and the curves of her ass. She'd paid more attention to her jewelry and makeup. She still had to look up at Shauna just slightly. The black stiletto heels gave her a little lift, but not enough to look eye-to-eye with her.
They kissed briefly, each afraid to mess up each other's look, and knowing there'd likely be ample opportunity to do so later on.
"Really not sure what Melissa's intention was here," Shauna smiled as she held Heather in her arms. "But I'm not going to argue with the results."
"Me either," Heather grinned back. "I feel like we should...I dunno...go somewhere or do something." Shauna shrugged, pointing out that they'd been together most of the day, and they'd spent pretty much all the money they had on clothing. "I know," Heather nodded, "I just feel like we should go dancing or eat out somewhere nice. I feel like a million bucks right now."
"You look like it, girl," Shauna smiled and winked. She thought for a moment. It was a given Heather would be spending tonight with her, on the final weekend before Shauna's parents returned. "Well," she cocked her head and looked skyward, "I can't promise fine dining, but I think we've got enough to order pizza or tandoori in. As for dancing..." she winked playfully. "I have an idea there as well."
It took Shauna a moment to order a small pizza for them to share, then she took Heather's hand and led her downstairs, into the main living room. Had it really almost been a week since the two of them had first become lovers? She stood on one side of a loveseat and nodded to Heather to get on the other side. "It's heavy, but the two of us should have no problem scooting it," she offered. "Even in these heels."
In no time the furniture had been moved out of the way, leaving a massive space of hardwood for them to move about on. "Not quite a club, or even a dancehall," Shauna half-frowned, "but I do have music, and the one person I want to dance with right here."
She lowered the lights to a faint dim, then moved to the stereo that had been a source of torture for the two of them six days prior. Still tuned to that jazz station, she smiled. Perfect. She let the music pipe in slowly, bringing the volume up gradually until it was at a suitable level for the room. Turning, she saw Heather already waiting for her in the center of the room. "Adequate?" she asked playfully.
"More than adequate," Heather grinned as she brought her arms around Shauna and the two of them surrendered their bodies to the slow, soulful rhythm of the light jazz emanating from the speakers around the room. Surrounding them. Almost controlling them.
"I mean it," Heather whispered breathlessly as they swayed together in subdued light of the living room, "you look absolutely amazing tonight." Shauna responded with a simple kiss and a thank you.
"I blame you," she winked. "You picked my outfit out, after all." She pressed her body into Heather's, the fabric of either girl's dress doing little to nothing to prevent their breasts from rubbing against each other. Soon enough, Shauna could feel the tiny protrusions of Heather's stiff nipples poking and rubbing against her own, cotton blending with satin as Shauna's own breasts formed firm points that her dress could not hide. They giggled together.
"I guess neither one of us saw fit to get bras or corsets for each other," Heather winked as Shauna blushed. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Down girl," Shauna chided. "Plenty of time for that tonight. I guess neither one of us wanted the other to bother with too much lingerie."
"That outfit you had on last night," Heather smiled. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. Still can't."
Shauna kissed her again, lightly. "Let's not think about last night too much," she whispered. "My jaw is still sore." Heather giggled a bit and agreed. Neither girl knew just how may cocks they'd gone through, but it was clearly more than either of them had desired.
They let the music consume them as they turned small circles around the room. Shauna's perfume, fragrant and pleasant, made Heather only want to cling more tightly to her. The feel of Heather's soft hair against her cheek intoxicated Shauna. So smooth and silky. This night was so perfect, she couldn't imagine --
- their mutual reverie broke as both girls bumped into the couch and Shauna clumsily fell backward, Heather landing on top of her. A moment's shock, then laughter as the raven-haired beauty looked up into the eyes of the love of her life. "Darling," she mocked, "if you wanted me that badly..."
"Hey," Heather interrupted. "You were leading, okay?" They giggled briefly, quickly silencing each other with long, passionate kisses. Heather took control, and Shauna was more than happy to let her. Heather's brunette locks spilled around her face as she hovered over her, and Shauna surrendered completely to her.
"I love this slit," Heather whispered as her hand went to Shauna's bare hip, exposed by her dress. She continued to kiss her as her hand ran up and down Shauna's thigh. Shauna closed her eyes and sighed.
She had more than a stirring within her now. An early encounter -- one that had led her to realizing her own sexuality -- had involved another woman playing flirtatiously with her thigh. It was an instant trigger for her, and Heather had certainly, if unwittingly, unleased it within her. She had taken complete control of her, smothering Shauna with kisses and caresses. "Still think I'm terrible at being a lesbian?" she teased as she fondled Shauna's body.
