Evan - Dress

I was sitting in a chair in our bedroom the other evening waiting for Emily to show me a dress she bought. She walked into the bedroom in a short, bodycon flowered dress and heels. "What do you think?" she asked, posing to show me the front then turning to show me the back, which was backless.

"You can't wear a bra with it," I said, the first thing that came to mind.

She laughed. "You're such a girl," she said.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"Not how pretty I look; your first thought is what lingerie I should wear with it."

I shrugged. "I'm just saying," I said.

"And panties?"

"A thong," I said.

"That's a feature, by the way," she said. "You know how he likes me...mostly naked."

"It...it's a good look," I said, looking down.

"Skimpy but not too skimpy, a maybe he paid for me look," she said. "Regardless, certainly a look that makes no secret about what his date is doing to him after dinner."

"Emily," I squirmed as she played the game we played so well.

"A look that says, whether she's his escort or his girlfriend, they aren't going home to boring sex, a look that makes it clear as soon as she can, she'll be on her knees with his hard, thick cock in her mouth."

"You are such a tease," I said.

"You love to be teased, pet," she said. "So...what do you think? Will my boyfriend like it?"

I swallowed, that word, nodded. "Y...yes," I said.

"Thong or no thong?"

I bit my lip. "Thong," I said.

"To tease him?"

I shook my head. "So...so he can tease you," I said, "so...so his fingers dance over it, can't go inside you, so you think about it all through dinner."

"My god, Sara, you're naughty."

"I just...I know what you like...with him," I said.

"Will you pick lingerie for me?" she asked, as if I wouldn't do anything to do that. "Two nights."

"I...I already did," I said.

"And?"

"Black and white," I said.

"Black and white?"

"One slutty, one innocent, one you're his whore, one you're his..."

"Girlfriend," she finished for me.

"Yea," I nodded.

"Could you...let me...like this...with anyone else?"

"Besides Evan? I don't know," I said. "I know you have feelings for him, I don't know if I could deal with that with anyone else."

She nodded. "I don't love him, not like you."

"I know," I said. "But..."

"But I feel...I don't know...it feels natural when I'm with him."

"What if he tried?"

"Tried?"

"To...to take you?"

She nodded. "He wouldn't, but if he did, that would be it for us. Not you and me, him and me. So I hope he never does that."

"Emily..."

"I care about him, I want him, sometimes I need him, but I don't love him like I love you."

"I think about you with him...how it's so natural..."

"Like we belong together...but we don't...we never have. He fills a role, one I need, but it's a supporting role, not the staring role."

"I...I like that," I said, "I do, it let's me be...me."