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Lucy walked in her bedroom, laying her dress on her bed and whipping her phone out to text Tamara. Since the younger girl had given her the idea of getting a sexy dress for a night out to feel good again, and as a message to Chris that she was completely over him.
She laughed as she read the dramatic text Tamara sent asking her if she had found the dress. Rolling her eyes she told her that yes, she had in fact found the dress, before sitting her phone back on the bed as she stripped, tossing her clothes in the direction of her closet.
Before she could slip into her dress there were two pings from her phone and she laughed as she read Tamara's message.
The girl was getting impatient so she changed quickly, sending off one more text about how perfect the dress was before tossing her phone on the bed and admiring how the dress looked on her.
Picking her phone back up she took a couple of pictures, sending the one she liked the most. She looked at her phone as three little dots appeared and then disappeared. Getting frustrated now she texted Tamara back, wondering if maybe the dress was too overboard, then getting mad that she hadn't responded when this had been her idea in the first place. Laying her phone face down on the bed she groaned, second guessing her decision, when her phone pinged again.
Reading Tamara's message asking to see the dress had her confused and she tilted her head, telling the girl she had sent the picture.
When she responded that no she hadn't, Lucy frowned, scrolling back up through her messages. Her brow furrowed as she didn't see the picture and went back to her recent messages to see Tim's name below Tamara's. Hesitantly she opened their messages and felt embarrassment flood her as she saw she had sent Tim the picture of her posing in the dress.
Swapping back over to Tamara she sent her a panicked message, letting her know what had happened. When the girl was no help she groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to change into yoga pants and eat her weight in ice cream in mortification.
Picking her phone back up she pulled up Tim's name, typing out an explanation for sending him that picture. She became nervous when it was clear he had seen her message but still hadn't responded after 10 so she texted him again.
His response was almost immediate and completely unexpected and she sat up quickly.
Tim Bradford told her he was coming over and to keep the dress on.
A thrill went through her as she thought of what that could possibly mean. They were finally both single, Tim having broken up with Ashley the morning after the kiss and herself breaking up with Chris when they got back a few weeks ago.
Since then they had gotten closer, their practice kiss lingering in the back of their minds, but they still hadn’t talked about that moment in her living room. Or all of the kisses and mornings waking up wrapped around each other while undercover.
Glancing down at her phone she knew she had about five minutes before Tim arrived so she jumped up, making her makeup just a touch darker than normal and swiping on her favorite red lipstick, the same one she had worn to Angela's attempted wedding. As soon as she had finished fixing her hair there was a knock on her door followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock.
Her heart started racing at the possibility of what tonight would bring and she took a deep breath to calm down, trying not to get her hopes up.
She stepped out of her room just as Tim was locking the door behind him and let her eyes roam over him. He was wearing his normal jeans and Henley but the black leather jacket was new and she wanted, needed , to get her hands under it.
Finally she looked up to see his eyes that were blown wide with desire and hunger . His eyes looked her over one more time before taking two large strides to meet her. His hands went to her hips immediately, the heat of his touch blazing through the satin and mesh of the dress, and he backed her into the wall next to her bedroom.
She expected him to just go for it, to lean down and kiss her like she could tell he wanted to do, but instead he paused with his lips just inches away from hers.
"Lucy I-"
"I know Tim, me too." They could talk later about what this meant for them but now she needed him and he seemed to agree.
She wasn't sure who made the move first but their lips met then, immediately opening their mouths for the other and wasting no time in tangling their tongues together.
When air was needed they pulled apart but didn't separate. Instead Tim pushed his entire body into hers and she groaned at the feel of his erection pressing against her while he trailed his lips and tongue across her neck.
The length of her dress didn't let her wrap her legs around his waist like she wished she could so instead she grabbed his hand in hers and pulled her into her bedroom.
Once inside Tim's lips landed back in her neck but this time they trailed down, landing on her shoulders and teasing the straps of her dress down.
"Tim." His name came out in a breathy moan when he started kissing along the tops of her breasts along the lace of the cups, pausing only to kiss the skin of her torso that was exposed from the keyhole in the dress. He followed the path he had taken with his lips with his tongue and she pushed her chest into him, begging for more.
Her hands slid under his leather jacket. Slowly pushing it off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Next was his shirt which she pulled over his head quickly, groaning at the short loss of his mouth on her skin. As his mouth met her skin again her hands moved to his pants, undoing the button and pushing them off of his hips leaving him in just his boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.
While Tim’s hand slipped under the lace cup to take a breast in his hand she slipped her hand into his underwear, wrapping it around his cock and pumping it twice for good measure.
“Shit Luce, that isn’t fair.” A giggle escaped her that quickly turned into a whine of his name when he pulled her hand away.
“Tim. What’re you-” She didn’t get to finish her question as his lips were on hers again, his hands moving around her back to find the zipper of the dress. It felt like tourture as he took his time sliding it down until it reached the end just above her ass.
He stepped back slightly, grabbing the straps of the dress and pulling it down excruciatingly slow. She expected him to take it completely off but instead he stopped when it pooled at her hips, getting distracted by her breasts.
With one hand on her hip he brought his other up to cup her breast, running his thumb over her hard nipple before pinching it hard. She felt a rush of pleasure run through her that was only intensified by his mouth latching onto her other breast. Her hands gripped his hair when he used his teeth to run along her nipple then soothed it with his tongue and repeating the motion.
So lost in his attention to her chest she missed his other hand pushing her dress completely down until she felt his thumb circle her clit and push two fingers into her.
“Tim!” His name came out in a gasp and she felt him smile against her breast. It didn’t take long for her to come around his hand and he worked her down gently. She missed the feel of him immediately as he pulled away from her chest and pulled his fingers out at the same time, bringing them up to his mouth to suck the wetness off.
Standing on shaky legs she pushed his boxers off and pushed him back on the bed. She watched his eyes roam over her naked frame as she crawled on top of him, settling just below his erection. Staring into his eyes she reached down, running a hand through her folds to gather her arousal before wrapping that hand around his cock.
He let out a moan as she slid her hand down his length, the feel of her warm, wet hand almost too much.
“Lucy.” Her name came out in a growl and suddenly she was being flipped over. The feel of the silk of her sheets against her back was a sharp contrast to her heated skin but she didn’t have long to think about that. Tim was now holding himself over her, one hand on the bed and the other holding his cock, ready to align them but holding back. “Condom?”
She shook her head. “On the pill.” His only response was a nod, pressing the head in slightly before pulling back and pushing all the way in. They both moaned as he hit a spot deep inside of her and he stayed still for a moment before starting to move.
It didn’t take long for them to find their rhythm or for Lucy to feel the coiling in her belly.
“I- I’m close.”
“Me too.”
Needing to get them both over the edge she wrapped her legs around his waist, making him move deeper, as he brought a thumb to her clit. The feelings had her coming around him, her spasms drawing his orgasm out of him, their names falling from each other's lips in a moan of pleasure.
Eventually he pulled out of her and rolled over, laying on his back as Lucy went to clean up. When she came back in the room he let his eyes roam over her body. She crawled back into bed and into his waiting arms.
“You know, I’m really glad you accidentally sent me a picture of that dress.”
“Mmm, me too. It did have some… unexpected benefits.” Tim smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“That it did. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath it.” Lucy giggled, shrugging against his chest.
“Well a bra wasn’t needed and the sides were sheer.”
“It was very sexy.” She blushed at his words. “And I can’t wait to see you wearing it again.” Lucy smirked, leaning up on her elbow and letting the sheet fall to her waist. She saw his eyes trail down her exposed chest and smirked.
“Maybe I can wear it on a date some time.” Tim growled, rolling her beneath him.
“If you wear that on a date we wouldn’t be leaving the house.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” His only response was to lean down and kiss her hungrily.
As his mouth worked its way down her body she sent a silent thank you that she bought that dress and sent that picture to the wrong person.
This was so much better than anything else that could have happened tonight.