Everything to Nothing (54 page)

Sally was only
wearing a thin cotton t-shirt and David glanced down as he moved
his lips to her neck and noticed how her nipples were pressing
firmly against the cotton top. David’s lips gently kissed her neck,
flicking out his tongue against her warm flesh and as he did this
he stroked her right nipple with his thumb. She gasped and was
reaching for his belt before her hands stopped and pressed against
his chest.

‘Stop David,
please stop. I need to get ready.’ She could not help notice the
flash of emotion across his face. ‘Tonight we can carry on from
exactly this spot. I promise.’

Smiling he
rolled off her and cradled her head in his arms, stroking her hair
for a few moments. ‘I love you very much Sally.’

‘Me too David,
very, very much.’

They cuddled
for a little longer until there was a knock on the bedroom
door.

‘Miss
Gallagher. The beautician is here. She is waiting for you in the
dressing room.’

‘I’ll be there
in a minute. Are you going to take the tuxedo off?’

‘Yeah, of
course. The party is not for hours. I only put it on to see what it
was like. Never worn one before. What colour are you going to have
your hair tonight?’

‘What colour do
you want me to have it? I’ve got a selection of gowns that I can
pick to match.’

‘I love it when
it’s copper red. You know that.’

‘Then copper
red it shall be.’

‘Perfect.’

‘I’d better
go.’

‘No worries.
See you later.’

With a kiss
Sally left David in the room and walked the short distance to the
dressing room. The room was wall to wall mirrors with a seat in
front of an ornate dressing table with another mirror on it. Here
Sally’s beautician waited for her and when she entered the room she
was told to sit at the table.

For the next
hour or so Sally had a full makeover. She was manicured and
pedicured; she was plucked and waxed in all places including her
most intimate areas. Attached to the room was another smaller room
with sinks and this was where her hairdresser waited. Her hair was
washed, deeply conditioned and coloured from black to the copper
red that David requested. This took another couple of hours, and
while she was waiting, Adrienne, who had been flown in especially
so Sally thought, paraded gown after gown in front of Sally,
chattering away at her about the pros and cons of each gown.

In the end,
after much deliberation, she opted for a beautiful baby-blue
coloured gown, with real pearls and diamonds dotted around the gown
that gave it a shimmering effect. When her hair was ready and had
been lightly curled and her nails painted and polished to match the
gown, she returned to the dressing room where Adrienne measured her
while she was naked. ‘I never forget sizes Sally, and in the last
few months since I last measured you you’ve put on weight.’

‘Really? I
hadn’t noticed.’ Sally had noticed and in fact her weight had only
been gained in the last couple of weeks since she had started
taking the contraceptive pill for the first time in her life in
preparation for tonight.

After the
measurements had been done, Sally dressed and was dismissed by
Adrienne so the necessary adjustments could be made to the gown.
When Sally returned to her room David had been chased out by one of
the maids as instructed by Sally so she could finish getting ready
without the added distraction.

In private she
tried on numerous different sets of lingerie and eventually after
much deliberation and a frantic call to Michelle as well as some
picture messages being sent, she opted for a set of rose lingerie
from the Victoria’s Secret range.

Once this
decision had been made all she had to do was wait for Adrienne to
adjust the gown and she was ready for her ball. Anxiously she made
a call to the organiser her father had hired and she was informed
that everything was proceeding as planned. With her mind slightly
more at ease Sally sat and stared out of the window over the lawn
to where the large marquee had been erected. Even her mansion was
not big enough to hold the number of people that had been invited,
but the marquee had been kitted out with wall to wall oak flooring
along with ornate tables and chairs. The number of people who were
working around the marquee surprised her when viewed like this from
her room from a detached point of view. The waiters and waitresses
walked quickly between the marquee and the house carrying plates,
or glasses or bottles of champagne and other such items.

Eventually
there was a knock on her door and Adrienne was told to enter. In
her arms was the gown and she told Sally to strip down to her
lingerie. She slid into the gown and Adrienne fluttered around her,
commenting and muttering as she made some subtle adjustments to the
dress. When she was happy she stood behind Sally with a hand on her
shoulder, both of them looking into the mirror.

‘You look, my
dear, astonishing.’

‘Thank
you.’

‘Even in the
height of your mother’s beauty she could not have competed with you
and that is the biggest compliment I can give you.’

‘Thank you
again. How long have you been seeing my father for?’

The question
struck Adrienne like a hammer and for a moment she struggled to
compose a suitable reply. ‘I’ve known your father for years as you
know. As time has gone by since your mother passed away we’ve grown
closer. I’m sorry you found out in the manner you did.’

‘It’s okay. I
guess my mum would have wanted him to carry on his life, but it was
still a surprise.’

‘And neither of
us would have wanted you to find out like that. I’ll be honest with
you now Sally, I have no intention of replacing your mother in your
father or your affections, but things are growing serious between
us. I don’t suppose he’s told you, but I’m here as your gown
designer and I’m also here as his guest.’

‘He hasn’t told
me, but I presumed that. It’s okay. I’m not fine with it now; I
will be fine with it given a bit more time.’

‘You take
whatever time you need. Now it’s my time to go and get ready. I
will see you later.’

‘Thank you
Adrienne.’

‘My pleasure
darling.’

Adrienne left
her room and Sally glanced across at the clock. It was still an
hour before she was due to go down so she walked across to the
window and noted that some of the guests had already started to
arrive. She perched on the edge of the seat for the next forty-five
minutes, noting that Michelle and Simon had arrived being
chauffeured in the Rolls-Royce and she watched as they were
escorted into the marquee. As Sally’s closest friends they would be
sat on the top table with her and David, along with Sally’s father
and now, as Sally has just found out, Adrienne and few more close
relations.

Soon there was
another knock on her door and Alfred entered who informed her it
was time to go. Sally nodded and walked out of her room then
through the corridors in the mansion towards the front entrance to
the house. There she was met by David who said that she looked
stunning, but this did not help ease Sally’s nerves. When the last
guests had been seated one of the organisers indicated to Sally
that it was time to enter the venue.

David linked
her arm and she glanced over her shoulder to see that her father
had linked arms with Adrienne. This made her surprised again but
with a word to herself she concentrated on negotiating the steps
down from the entrance to the mansion and along the short path to
the marquee. Here, two of Adrienne’s assistants made one or two
final adjustments to her gown and then Sally and David were
beckoned into the marquee by the lead organiser.

Breathing
deeply because she was still feeling nervous, Sally entered the
marquee with David on her arm. As one the assembled guests turned
to look at her and as one they all gasped as they saw how
stunningly amazing Sally looked that day. The orchestra played an
upbeat song as they walked through the tables, Sally pausing
occasionally to speak to people she knew until she reached the
table that was raised on a platform. David and she stepped up onto
the platform and turned to face the guests and, as one, applause
rippled through the guests. Primly Sally curtsied and David bowed
and then they took their seats and their place on the platform was
taken by Mr. Gallagher and Adrienne. The applause continued while
they bowed and curtsied and then they also took their seats.

For a short
time the guests chattered amongst themselves and Sally and David
talked to Michelle and Simon. Then the first of many courses
arrived and the guests enjoyed the sumptuous banquet with a
seemingly endless amount of food and drink being brought to
them.

As planned,
after the meal Sally made a short speech where she thanked the
guests for coming and also her father for making such a great party
possible. Mr. Gallagher then also made a speech which of course
concentrated on Sally, her early days including embarrassing
incidents which had her cringing and slumping down in her seat, but
which had David and everyone else present chuckling merrily as the
champagne started to have an effect on them. His speech concluded
by him stating how proud he was of his daughter and how her mother
would have been equally proud of her. ‘Anyone who knew my wife
would know that she was beautiful, and it is clear to see that her
beauty has been passed down to my beautiful wonderful daughter. So,
may you all be upstanding as I offer a toast to Sally as we
celebrate her eighteenth birthday! To Sally!’

Every one of
the guests rose to their feet to toast her and after such an
endearing speech Sally was quite emotional and wiped away the tears
as she stood to hug and thank her father. For a few moments she
composed herself and then she took David’s hand and led him onto
the dance area.

The orchestra
played the first few opening beats to Shania Twain’s You’re Still
the One and with a round of applause Leona Lewis took to the stage
to sing the song as Sally and David danced together, with Sally’s
head resting on his chest.

By the end of
the song Sally was even more emotional and she buried her head in
David’s chest to hide her tears from the audience. At the start of
the second song her father and Adrienne made their way to the dance
floor as did Michelle and Simon. This was also another slow love
song, but then the orchestra and Leona upped the tempo and the
dance floor filled up with couples. Leona performed for an hour and
after she had finished there was demand for an encore to which she
obliged and when she left the stage Sally and Mr. Gallagher went
and personally thanked her for performing.

The night
rolled on, with Sally and David dancing together or sometimes just
Sally and Michelle when their boyfriends could not be persuaded to
leave their seats. Apart from a minor scuffle involving two very
drunk revellers which the security quickly sorted out by escorting
them both off the estate, the night went without a hitch and Sally
loved every moment of it. When she noticed that the guests had
started to dwindle she took David’s hand and led him out of the
back of the marquee towards the mansion.

‘Shouldn’t we
say goodbye to people?’

‘It’s okay.
No-one will notice we’re gone.’

‘I’m sure they
bloody will. You look amazing, a glowing beacon of beauty, believe
me they’ll notice!’

‘Oh David, you
do say the nicest things.’ Flinging her arms around his shoulders
she kissed him passionately and longingly, shuddering against him
as he ran his fingers up and down her spine. ‘Let’s go in.’

Without waiting
for a reply, Sally led David back into the mansion and up to her
room. A maid had lit candles in the room as Sally had
instructed.

‘Very nice.
Very romantic,’ was David’s comment.

She closed the
door behind him, locking it too, and then turned to him and kissed
him passionately again. This time she did not stop him as his
fingers traced a path up and down her spine and she did not stop
him when they slid round to the side and he gently slid the zip of
her gown down. Gently she pushed him away and took a couple of
steps backwards away from him. She slid the gown off her body and
stood in front of him in her sexy lingerie.

David admired
her figure for a few moments, admired her large breasts that were
being pushed up in the bra, her flat stomach, her long slender
thighs and the point where her thighs met that he knew no other man
had touched. He had shown a lot of patience over the months knowing
that she was a virgin and he did not want to rush her. But now as
he admired her body and her stunning face he decided he must have
her tonight. He was desperate for her.

He took a step
towards her and with a show of strength he picked her up in his
arms and carried her to the bed where he laid her down. Standing
over her he quickly stripped down until he was naked and Sally was
pleased to see that he was already fully erect. She had seen his
penis before, she had placed it in her mouth until he had an
orgasm, but she could not remember ever seeing it looking so large,
so hard and so big.

After kneeling
onto the bed he lay gently on top of her, kissing her, and she
could feel his penis pressing into her belly so she took it gently
in her hand and stroked it, feeling it throb and as she peeled back
his foreskin she ran her thumb into his glands. Her thumb came away
feeling slick with his pre-cum and this feeling that he was so
turned on by her, that he found her so desirable, stirred an
instinct inside her. She felt a rush of blood to her intimate areas
and then she felt her fresh, virgin juices start to flow out of the
entrance to her vagina. She had felt turned on by him before, and
had only just managed to resist full intercourse with him, but she
had never felt this aroused before.