Page 59 of With This Lie
Dani
I lookmyself up and down in the mirror for what must be the seventy-eighth time and clench my fists on either side of me again. I tilt my head left to right and question whether a dress was the way to go. It is a special occasion, I suppose. I smooth my hands over the front of the short, black dress yet again. It falls a few inches above my knee. I adjust my boobs and the thin straps just to make sure everything will stay in place for the night. That’s the thing about having boobs. They have a mind of their own and they tend to wander. Sometimes you have to rein them in a bit.
I check my makeup and reapply my lipstick and eyeliner. Lucas will be here any minute and for the first time since seeing him, I want to look as fresh as possible. My high heels will probably throw him off guard considering they are certainly not the usual boots or occasional Vans I adorn. For once in my adulthood, I could probably even pass for an almost-proper lady. I hear a knock at the door and immediately begin to shake. I don’t know why seeing Lucas suddenly makes me so nervous, but I take my time walking to the door just to calm myself. Not to mention, I’m out of practice in heels.
I open the door slowly to be surprised myself. Lucas has dressed out for the occasion too. His tight black pants certainly make the impression. All I think about doing is ripping the buttons from his white shirt and wearing it the next morning myself. And I must say, he looks stunning in a vest option. There isn’t the typical Lucas smile across his face, however. Shock is a more appropriate word for what I see. His eyes search over what feels like every inch of me, starting low and working his way up.
“Oh, Miss Monroe. You’ll have everyone eating their hearts out tonight, I can assure you,” he says.
“You think so?” I ask, feeling my fists clench again.
“Oh, I know so. Stunning. You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you. I should say though, the feeling is mutual,” I say, looking him up and down to emphasize my point.
“Well, I can’t accompany the birthday girl dressed like a slob, can I?”
“I suppose you’re right, though I’m certain you would wear a potato sack and still be hot,” I say, smiling and reaching for his face. I lean in and kiss his lips, lingering for a few moments, listening to his breathing get heavy against my mouth.
“I know we’re supposed to be leaving now, but do you think we have time for just like a little something?” he asks, giving me the cheesy eyebrow lift.
“You mean a quickie?” I ask.
“Well, if you’re going to be so crude, yes. A birthday quickie!” he says. His eyes glisten with that exaggerated birthday magic.
“Just because you stick the word ‘birthday’ in front of it doesn’t make it better,” I say. His entire demeanor is adorable.
His face grows sad, defeated even, in that fake exaggerated way again. “All right then,” he says, hanging his head.
“I didn’t say we weren’t going to,” I say, walking over to the kitchen counter, the surface nearest to us. I turn and lift myself up, sitting on the edge. I open my knees much wider than a lady would in a dress and call him over to me.
His expression changes in an instant. He goes from playful to hungry in the time it takes him to get to me. He kisses my mouth and neck while I unbuckle his pants and take him out. He reaches up my dress and runs his fingers over the front of my panties. I let out moans against the side of his face and feel him pull my panties to the side.
The next thing I know, he’s already inside me, cradling my body against his, using only the smallest amount of counter for support. He kisses the tops of my breasts, up my neck, my lips.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers in my ear between the moans I release.
And it’s shaping up to be that indeed. As soon as I finish, so does he and it’s over as quickly as it started.
“We’re pretty good at quickies,” I say.
“Yeah, let’s not make it a habit,” he says.
“How come?” I ask.
“I prefer more time inside you,” he says, biting his lip at me.
I can’t disagree with him. But we do have somewhere to be. He buttons himself back up while I straighten out my dress and hair again. I check my makeup in the mirror and touch up my lips again.
“Ready to go?” I ask, grabbing my purse and sliding my phone into it.
“I sure am,” he says, opening the front door for me.
We head down the stairs and out the front to his car. He opens the passenger car door for me too. Such a gentleman, even after a quickie. He walks around to his side of the car and we’re off.
The place isn’t too far away so we enjoy a silent ride holding hands until we arrive. I wait for him to come around and let me out. I step out onto the sidewalk and take a deep breath. Suddenly the idea of walking into a room full of people that are all there to pay attention to me doesn’t sit well with me. Attention from one person at a time is enough to make me want to crawl beneath a cover. How will I avoid a whole room? I shake the thought from my mind. It’s okay. They came for me.
Lucas seems to read my thoughts because he chooses to squeeze my hand and give me a little nudge. “Come on,” he says. “Relax. What could go wrong?”