Full Court Press (37 page)

Beck nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her to the back.

The woman appeared and showed them into one of the large dressing rooms in the back, which were more secluded then any dressing room Car had ever seen. The dresses the saleswoman hung up on the rack were all black.

“Would you like my help trying them on?” she asked Carmondy.

“Umm, no, thank you though.”

The woman smiled at her. “I’ll be out on the floor then if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

The woman shut the door behind her, leaving Carmondy and Beck alone together.

Beck went straight for the dresses. “Get undressed.”

She smiled. “You mean I have to do all the work myself?”

Her turned back and must have seen her teasing look right away because he smiled. “All right, if you wanna play it that way.”

“What way?” she asked innocently.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Come on, you said this was gonna be fun.”

Beck came at her and she was grateful that the music playing in the fitting rooms was fairly loud, because she wouldn’t want the rest of the customers to hear her squeak of surprise as he snatched her around the waist.

He set her down once they were in front of the mirrors, the kind that let you see all sides at once.

She expected him to start pulling her clothes off but he released her instead, standing close enough to look over her shoulder in the mirror and meet her eyes. “Take your shirt off.”

“Please?”

“Please.”

She was satisfied. He wasn’t trying to be dominating. In fact, he was trying hard not to be. She could deal with that.

The shirt slid over her skin easily and she dropped it on the bench beside the mirrors.

“Your bruises are almost gone.” He looked at the bite marks that he’d made over the weekend, one on each shoulder.

She nodded and lifted a hand to touch the bruise.

“You know I don’t mean to bruise you.”

She cocked her head.

“I mean, I knew you were going to bruise when I made these ones, but I don’t do it to bruise you. I do it because you like it. If I could do things that you liked without leaving marks, I would. But some of the stuff...”

“I know. And I don’t mind.”

“Pants, please.”

Her hands went to her jeans. “Why don’t you want to undress me?”

“Because I don’t want to have sex in this dressing room.”

She understood. If he undressed her, that’s the only thing that would come from it, so she undressed herself. The denim slid down her legs easily and her ass bumped his legs as she bent over to push the jeans off. She looked up at the mirror. His eyes were on her ass, bent over in front of him, mostly exposed since it was a thong. His hands were safely in his pockets.

She pushed her shoes and jeans away with her foot and straightened again. His eyes went back to the mirror.

“Are you going to be wearing a suit?”

He nodded.

“And a tie?”

“Yes.”

“A bowtie?” she asked hopefully.

His face contorted into a look of disgust. “No, a regular tie.”

She smiled. “I guess I can deal with that.”

“Good.”

She stood in front of the mirror, black lace covering nothing, really. He looked at her for a moment until she used her backside to nudge him playfully. “Pick me out a dress?”

He took one last look before heading toward the rack with several dresses on it. After sorting through them quickly, he picked one and held it up for her to see in the mirror. “Too slutty?”

She shrugged. “Won’t hurt to try it on.”

He brought the dress to her and helped her slip into it.

It was a little too provocative for the occasion. Her chest threatened to spill out and the back barely covered her ass cheeks.

“Well, I can’t say that I don’t like it,” Beck said.

“But...?”

“But I can’t bring a tramp to the party.”

She laughed. “Okay, next.” She began removing the dress as he went and picked the next one.

He had to help her into the next black monstrosity because it was so damn complicated. When they finally had it on, she frowned at her reflection.

Beck furrowed his brows. “What. The. Fuck.”

She tugged at a bow, trying to get it sit right. “Did we put it on backwards?”

“No, it’s backless, but...” He cocked his head. “You look like you just gained twenty pounds.”

“I did. Twenty pounds of fabric. Jesus Christ, get this thing off of me.”

He didn’t hesitate and they had it off in a fraction of the time it took to put it on.

The next dress was all right, but it was a little shapeless.

Beck didn’t like it. “It’s not sexy enough.”

“Should I be wearing ‘sexy’ to this party?”

“Yes, it’ll be expected. We’re teenagers of legal age to have sex. And these people aren’t idiots, just stuck-up.”

“And that means I have to wear a sexy dress?”

“Yes, that way we’ll have a reason to sneak off and take a break from it all. No one will bother us about it.”

“You mean pretend to have sex?”

“No, I mean to actually have sex.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m just saying I like it. It’s cute.” She swished the fabric around her legs.

“I’ll buy it for you. You just can’t wear it to this party.”

“No way, I’m not letting you buy me two dresses. I’m just saying I like it.”

“I like it too. I’ll get it for you.”

“No, Beck.”‘

“Quiet.” He unzipped the back and helped push it off her shoulders.

She sighed and slipped out of the dress, letting him put it back on the hanger.

Beck grabbed the last dress off the rack. “I like this one already.”

She turned and looked at it, straps and black fabric, shapeless without a body in it. “How can you tell?”

“I just can. Here.” He helped her slip it over her head and situate her arms in the straps. Once he was satisfied that the straps were in the proper places, he tugged it down her hips. It was almost too short for her comfort.

Beck grinned at her, and she turned around and looked in the mirror.

“Holy shit.”

The dress was black and fitted against her body. Straps criss-crossed over the black fabric. They made an X over her belly button and ran just under her breasts. The straps continued over her shoulder and down her back. Six in total crossed over her chest and shoulders, forming another X just above her sternum.

She turned and saw that the straps continued over her back, making another set of X’s. One crossed her lower back, and the other split her shoulder blades. Most of her back was bare, save for the straps.

It looked very sexy. It was provocative, but not overly so. Most of all, it looked like it could be found in a bondage magazine. She absolutely loved the thought of wearing it, especially for him, but out in public?

“Do you like it?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s great. But is it too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“It looks kinky?”

“Yeah.”

Beck shrugged. “Only because we’ve been there. If you didn’t know that we were into that stuff, you would never guess. I mean, it’s here at a high-end boutique.”

“Yeah, that’s true. But is anyone else at the party going to wearing something like it?”

“No, but that’s only because they’re all going to be older. I can guarantee you that there will be some cougars there dressed way more like sluts. Don’t be paranoid, okay?”

She nodded slowly and fingered the straps.

“It’s not like it’s made out of leather or something. That would be different, but it’s just a normal dress. No one is going to look at it the way you’re thinking, trust me.”

“I know, but I see it that way.”

He smiled. “So do I.”

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very much.” His hands skimmed around her waist, looking over her shoulder into the mirror with her.

She leaned back against his chest, smiling when his mouth dropped to her ear. His teeth had just started to get a taste when a loud knock sounded on the door.

“How are you doing in there, dears?”

Beck smiled and released her to go open the door, putting on his most charming smile. “We’re doing great. Do you think we could get your opinion?”

The woman stepped in and surveyed Carmondy. “Very nice. I knew you would look good in it. Only someone with a body like yours can pull that dress off, my dear, trust me. Many-a-lady have tried that style of dress on, only to be disappointed. But it looks fantastic on you.”

Carmondy smiled. “Thank you.”

“So, do you think that’s the one?” she asked.

Car nodded and looked at Beck. “I think so. But it’s his choice.”

“That’s it,” he said.

“Great.” The woman clapped her hands together.

“I’d also like this one.” Beck took the dress that Carmondy liked off the rack.

“Adorable!” the woman exclaimed, taking the dress from his hand. “I’ll take this one out and get a gown-cover for it. You two can meet me at the counter when you’re ready.”

Beck nodded. “Thank you.”

She smiled widely at him and patted his shoulder before leaving the dressing room.

Beck came back over and helped her with the hidden zipper at her side. Once the dress was safely back on the hanger, Carmondy tugged Beck around to face her.

She slid her arms around his waist, keeping her back to the mirror so he had a good view. “We got interrupted,” she said in a suggestive voice. Sure, she could have played the pouty, innocent little girl card and gotten the same reaction, but she didn’t like to do that all the time.

Beck didn’t move to touch her though, just kept his arms at his sides. “Yes, we did.”

“Aren’t you going to do something about it?”

“Are you?” he countered.

She took the challenge. “Well...if I have to do everything myself.” She slid one arm between their bodies. He must have thought she was going for him so when she didn’t touch him, he frowned and looked down. Her hand wasn’t in his jeans. It was inside her lace panties.

His expression made the switch from confusion to hungry desire.

“Whatcha’ doin’?” he asked without bringing his eyes up.

She shrugged. “You said you’d teach me.”

He smiled. “Is this the best setting for that?”

“Probably not,” she admitted. “But will you teach me anyway?”

Beck spun her around so she faced the mirror again, while he looked over her shoulder. His hands gripped her waist and her free hand reached behind her to grab a fistful of his pant leg, needing to hold onto him.

He used his foot to spread her feet a bit, giving them both better access as he slid his hand over the top of hers, inside the lace.

She let him show her how to do it. His fingers guided her expertly.

“Feel that?” he asked, rubbing her middle finger over her sensitive spot, causing her to gasp.

She nodded and Beck showed her again, pulling another gasp from her lips.

“That’s the key, right there.”

“I didn’t think...”

He slid her fingers back and forth the full length of her, showing her what was down there.

“I didn’t think I could do that to myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I knew you could do that, that someone else could touch there and make me feel that. But I didn’t think I could do it myself. Like...you can’t tickle yourself, you know?”

“Ah, yeah, I see what you’re saying, but no, that doesn’t apply here. It’s called masturbation, sweetheart.”

“I know. I just thought for girls, that meant dildos and stuff.”

“It can, but doesn’t have to. Why, do you want one?”

“No, thank you. I think I’ve got all I need in that department from a certain extra tall, incredibly muscular and sexy someone.”

He smiled. “True. Besides, who needs a dildo when you can...” He guided one of her fingers inside her with his own and she tensed.

“Relax,” he whispered into her ear, pushing the two fingers in and out only about an inch.

She did her best to relax and he pushed a little deeper. It wasn’t the best angle but he could have pushed the whole length of their fingers in if he wanted.

“How does that feel?” he asked, moving them in and out a few inches now.

It felt amazing, oddly more intrusive than sex though. She wasn’t sure if she could do it on her own, but with him, it was definitely worth revisiting in the future. “I didn’t know—” A moan cut her off when Beck pushed the heel of her palm against the spot he had showed her earlier.

“Now you do,” he said, kissing her neck lightly.

She let him continue for little bit, working their way little deeper before she pulled both their hands away.

“We should stop,” she said a little shakily.

“Why?”

“Because, like you said, sex in a dressing room, not a good idea. That’s the only place this is headed.”

He sighed. “You’re right.”

“But...yeah, that was great, we should definitely...”

“Continue your lesson?” he offered.

She smiled. “Yes, for sure.”

“All right, get dressed and let’s get going. We still gotta hit the lingerie store.”

Oddly, the next day Carmondy didn’t see much of Beck during the school day or at practice. It wasn’t that he was avoiding her. He was normal during the classes they had together and lunch, but they didn’t do much talking.

Car had watched the boys’ practice but by the time she got out of her own practice, Beck must have gone home.

In Beck’s driveway, there was another car, a white sedan she didn’t recognize. She slid out of her Jeep and headed for the front door of his little house, but as she passed by the window, she saw Beck standing in his living room.

She paused and peered in. Beck had his back to the window, standing in just his boxers and undershirt. A girl knelt in front of him. The girl’s head wasn’t visible but Car could guess what was going on.

Beck was getting a blowjob.

She frowned and stepped back from the window. She didn’t want to see this. Just when she thought she and Beck were getting semi-close, he goes for some random bitch to get sucked off? Just because she hadn’t been ready to give him head before, didn’t mean that he had to go to another girl to get what he wanted.