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It was a bit like being in the movies. At least the actors. I would often see the same actors in different scenes and notice their chemistry. While I didn’t believe for a second that they were really together, I wondered if they were friends of the set. Hanging out and going to movies and stuff, while often having jobs where they would have real sex in the context of a fake relationship, the on-set and off-set worlds being very different.
Gavin was an actor, so I guessed he would be able to compartmentalize in a similar way. There could very well be our fake engagement that we put on, on-set, and a real dating relationship that we were still working through.
Strange as it might be to be actually dating while pretending to be engaged, it would give us some good practice if things ever got that far in our real relationship and we ever – a girl could hope, right? – ended up getting married. Just the thought made me feel warm inside.
I left work feeling almost as happy as I had been going in. Rather than heading home, I went further into downtown, fully intending to buy a dress for the engagement party. Something sexy that showed off my assets.
I tried not to think about the actual occasion while looking for the dress. The thought of Kenny and Raquel’s upcoming nuptials just made me feel bad again.
It was a bit daring, but I went with a semi-medieval number as reimagined by the Pre-Raphaelites by way of Tim Burton, with a lovely skirt that flowed down to the floor and very fine lacing at the front, mimicking a corset. There was also a pretty deep neckline, going down from the long, slender sleeves which fanned out massively into huge triangles at the cuffs.
I took a sharp intake of breath when I looked at the price tag, which amounted to two full pay checks at my assistant job. I would have to go further into my inheritance. I didn’t feel too bad, though. Daddy had left it for me to do with what I wanted, and I had tried to be responsible, as though frivolity would be an insult to his memory.
He never really went in for fancy materialism. He didn’t hate it, just thought it was a bit funny. In a lot of ways, I could see his point. Though the dress felt different. It could have just been my own justification for spending the money, but I felt like I was kind of representing the culture he tried to raise me in: beautiful, but also ancient and simple. All things that could have been applied to the dress itself.
Besides which, it was in service of helping me rediscover love and, yes, sex. Both were things he had never made me feel ashamed of, holding both in high regard in the values he tried to imbue me with. I wasn’t sure where my recent aversion to sex had come from – I guess the incident six months ago had really messed with my psyche – but I felt it melting away as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked great. Tasteful and sexy. Gavin would like it and more than likely want to have sex with me and that was a good thing.
I could barely walk straight by the time I got home. I was very happy as well as excited. Thinking about getting to possibly have sex with Gavin had made my pussy dripping wet. Putting the bag with my new dress in the wardrobe, I stripped off my work clothes as quickly as I could and flopped down on the bed, opening my legs wide.
When I was relaxed enough, I gently cupped my vulva, breathing out as I pushed down, getting used to the pressure. I’d lost my virginity at sixteen but was still really tight and super-sensitive when I got excited and I needed gentle handling. Something Kenny would go along with but seemed to resent.
I started going in gentle circles on my outer lips, the pleasure already rushing through me. I thought about Gavin, of course – it had been impossible to think about anyone else since this morning when I’d met him.
I had only been with him briefly but the image of him was etched in my mind. I thought about the bulge of his massive cock pressing up against the denim of his jeans, yearning to be free. I tried to picture his cock, which, going by the rest of him, I knew would be absolutely beautiful.
Continuing to stroke circles around my clit, I imagined getting down on my knees in front of him, wrapping my hand around his throbbing shaft. After giving it a few gentle strokes, I imagined opening my mouth and taking him in, sliding in his cock inch by inch, until the head hit the back of my throat, keeping my eyes on his, the entire time.
