“God, you look hot,” Mark said, obviously picking up on my thoughts. He came up to me and kissed me. I totally melted into it. The kiss started to escalate and soon it felt like one of those kisses that needed to end with something other thanjusta kiss.
“Come.” Mark dragged me by the hand into one of the small changing rooms. He closed the curtain and pushed me up against the wall. The kisses became hot, heavy and thick with passion. I giggled against his mouth.
“We can’t do this here,” I whispered. “I’m getting pinned.”
“To the wall.” He pushed my arms behind my head into the wall, and I gasped.
“Shhhhh,” he whispered, bringing his lips down to my neck, only to realize none of my neck was available to kiss. He pulled at the tight, high-necked dress I was wearing.
“Crap, this thing is . . .”
“Not designed for making out,” I added.
“NO!” He abandoned my neck, reached down and tried to get under my collar. But the ruffles and layers made it impossible.
“Holy crap, how many layers are there? They are so heavy.”
I giggled more as he tried, with both hands, to pull the layers of the dress up.
“There is too much of this stuuuufffff,” he moaned, giving up and then turning his attention to my top. He eyed it and then just reached out and put his hands over my boobs. I laughed.
“Can you even feel that?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He squeezed. “This?”
“Nope.”
“How many layers are under here?”
“A lot.”
“No wonder everyone was so chaste in those days—it’s not that they weren’t having sex, it was that they couldn’t!”
I pulled him in for another kiss. “Thanks for trying,” I said.
“Pleasure.”
“HEY!” We heard a voice from outside. “You guys better not be doing what I think you’re doing in there.”
Mark pulled the curtain aside. “No such luck.”
“Well, I should hope not. You know people actually have to wear those clothes again next year,” Ian said with an amused smile. “Come on, I need to pin you.”
I sighed and walked back into the room. Ian and I then spent the next few minutes pinning me into my dress. Mark sat in the corner and watched me with eyes that were so dark and filled with lust, they kept making me blush, and because of that, I had to keep looking away.
Ian laughed. “You guys,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
He sighed. “What can I say, young love is a hot and heavy thing.”
Love.
The word seemed to hang in the air and made us both uneasy.
“Ooops.” He stopped and glanced from Mark to me and back again. “You haven’t gone there yet, the wholelovething. Have you?”
