I swallowed. “That’s because I’ve never worn it. It’s pretty risqué.”
Emily glanced at the clock on my nightstand. “Quick, try it on. You’re running out of time.”
I threw off my robe and shimmied into the tight dress while Emily dug through my closet and selected a pair of high heels.
She stood up, heels in hand and spun around. “Holy fuckballs! Where have you been hiding that dress, Livs? Throw on some sexy lingerie under that and you’re good to go. Put on a push-up bra only if you want to drive him totally insane. Fluff up your hair a bit. And do sparkly makeup. Like you did for Topaz.”
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” I pleaded for reassurance.
Emily nodded gravely. “You’ve got to dress appropriately. You’re going out with a rock star. He’s taking you someplace fabulous. You’ve got to impress, Livs. And tonight, you need to seal the deal. I’ll be staying at Mike’s tonight. No excuses.”
Oh God, the pressure. “What if I answer the door and throw up all over his shoes?”
Emily laughed. “Um, don’t do that. Don’t worry. You’re going to look so hot tonight, that you’ll have the upper hand. He won’t know what hit him.”
Somehow I doubted it, but I appreciated her effort. Emily left me as I put on my makeup. I went slightly more glam than usual. As I was slipping into some sexy lingerie, I heard the doorbell ring. My stomach rolled with nerves.
I could hear Emily chatting with him, but the conversation wasn’t loud enough to make out the words. I quickly slipped on the slinky purple dress and then stepped into my heels. I surveyed myself in the full length mirror. It was definitely an attention getting dress. My only fear was that I looked like I was trying too hard to please him. But hell, my instincts with Tommy had screwed me over every single time, so this dress was probably just perfect for the night.
A quiet knock sounded at the door and then Emily slipped into my room. “Oh God, Livs. You look stunning. Just remember to be confident. Tommy’s waiting. He said you have to get going or you’re going to be late.”
I swallowed. “Okay. He must have reservations. Is he wearing a suit?”
Emily paused for a second. “Uh, no. But you know rock stars, they can get away with wearing anything. But their babes have to look amazing. And you do!”
She gave me an air kiss and then left my room. I took a deep breath and went out to see Tommy.
I sucked in my stomach, threw back my shoulders and strutted into the living room. Tommy stood and his ready smile melted from his face when he saw me. “Jesus, Livvy. You look amazing.”
Well, hot damn, he looked impressed. And then I looked him over and frowned. “You look, uh, comfortable.”
He was dressed in jeans, not the killer designer jeans like the other night, but regular old jeans. His button down shirt was rolled up to the elbows and he was wearing a ball cap with the letter ‘M’ on his head. Of course, with a body like his, he could make a pile of rags look good.
Tommy’s smile returned with a devilish sparkle in his eye. “I am comfortable. Are you ready to go? I don’t want to be late.”
I smoothed down my dress nervously. “I’m ready. Do I look okay for Mavs?”
Tommy stepped slowly towards me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You look too good for Mavs. I’m going to have to be beating the men away from you all night.”
“Haha. I’m sure.” I rolled my eyes.
Tommy kept me entertained during the car ride with stories from his vacation on South Padre Island. He told me about some of the quirky characters that he hung out with there and of course loads of funny surfing stories.
Despite my insecurities, I found myself beginning to relax in his presence as I surveyed the passing landscape. “I guess we’re heading to Dallas?”
Tommy nodded, but didn’t fill in any details. I was itching to ask him about Mavs, but I wanted to play it cool. Being located in Dallas really didn’t narrow down my range of options as to what kind of restaurant this was. The only thing I was afraid of was sushi and Mavs certainly didn’t sound like a sushi bar to me. Just relax, Livvy.
We were still on the outskirts of Dallas when Tommy exited the highway, taking the off ramp. I vaguely watched as we drove along, but after a while, I started noticing that we were following the stadium signs. But even when the stadium loomed before me, I was still perplexed. Maybe there was a trendy club located near the stadium.
It wasn’t until Tommy was handing money to an attendant at the gated hut that I started getting worried. “Is there a concert here or something?”
Tommy glanced sideways at me. “No. Just the game.”
The game? “What game?”
Tommy answered nonchalantly, “The Mavericks.”
I was beginning to feel nauseous again. “And what kind of game do the Mavericks play?”
Tommy laughed. “Basketball, silly.”
I groaned as I sunk down in my seat. Oh fuck. I was about to go to a basketball game in this outfit! Lord help me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll shell out the extra cash and get valet parking so you don’t have to walk for miles in those heels.” He was having way too much fun with this.
After we dropped off his car, we didn’t have to walk far before we were caught up in the swarms of people heading towards their seats.
Tommy held my hand firmly. “You seem to be attracting a lot of attention for some reason, Livvy.”
I scowled at him. “Shut up. I need to concentrate fully to keep up with your long legs without falling flat on my face.”
Tommy slowed down. “Sorry. I’ll walk slower.”
I looked around as we headed to our seats and noticed the tons of ball caps that matched Tommy’s. I tried valiantly to ignore the whistles and catcalls that I was sure were directed my way, but I could feel my face flaming red.
We finally got to our seats, thank goodness, where I could at least hide away from the huge majority of the thousands of people filling the stadium to capacity. The game started soon. It was my first time at a basketball game and the action was fast, so it kept me riveted. Tommy explained some rules to me and told me about some of the players. Soon I was forgetting all about my poor choice of attire.
At half time, Tommy got up and brought back some food for me, since I didn’t want to walk around and draw attention to myself.
We were eating, when I suddenly thought of something. “How come no one recognizes you here?”
“I’ve been coming here for years, and I only get recognized when I come with Tyler. Sometimes being the drummer has its perks.”
I nodded. “I couldn’t figure out what was going on when we were at lunch the other day. Now I know why all those women were acting so crazy.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, it’s seems I have a knack for attracting crazy women.”
I ignored his jab and finished my ‘dinner’. The game wasn’t as exciting anymore because the Mavs were blowing out the other team. I looked around the crowd aimlessly people-watching when the other team called time out and the play stopped.
The crowd that had been growing steadily quieter as the score grew further apart, suddenly erupted in a cheer. I was wondering what was happening, since the teams hadn’t resumed playing yet, when Tommy’s warm hand on my knee broke my train of thought.
I turned to him and smiled. I was really having a good time with him.
Tommy smiled back. “Don’t look now, Livvy, but you’re on the jumbo-tron.”
What? Of course I turned to look. Holy fuckballs! There I was, giant as can be, plastered in front of the entire stadium with a ‘deer in headlights’ look on my face. Not to mention the ginormous cleavage popping out of my dress.
I heard Tommy laugh beside me and I wanted to kill him. Right after I crawled into a hole and died. I saw the cameraman about ten rows below me. I gave the camera a smile and a quick wave. The crowd cheered again. Please pan to someone else. It felt like the camera was on me forever.
M
y smile froze and, thank god, a man resting a beer on his large belly finally flashed across the giant screen. The crowd started booing.
Tommy was still snickering. I punched him in the arm. “God, I looked like a hooker or something. This is so embarrassing.”
He put his arm around me. “You look good, Livvy. Every guy here was drooling. Trust me, babe.”
Just then the fat guy on the screen flipped the bird to the camera. His picture was immediately cut off and replaced with a close-up of me again. The crowd began cheering again. Oh lord.
I watched the screen as Tommy leaned in and kissed my cheek. The crowd booed. I could see my cheeks flaming just as the picture flicked off and returned to scenes from the court because play had resumed.
It took a few minutes for my cheeks to cool. Tommy was still grinning. “I normally would never suggest this, but maybe we should head out early. Now that every guy in the stadium knows where you’re sitting. We could beat the crowd.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Within 15 minutes, we were back in his car.
Tommy flipped on the radio. “I don’t know if I can take you out anymore, Livvy. You’re such a scene stealer.”
I slipped off my heels and began rubbing my feet. “You should have told me we were going to a basketball game!”
Tommy shrugged. “You were a good sport about it.”
I leaned back against the seat. “It was kind of exciting. It would probably be more fun in jeans and flip-flops though.”
“Definitely not.” Tommy tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. “Next time, I’ll take you to a game against a more exciting opponent. Maybe a playoff game. Then it gets really exciting.”
My stomach fluttered at his words. ‘Next time’ was a good sign. A really good sign. “Sounds good. Next time you wear the purple dress though.”
Tommy scrunched his nose in reply.
I laughed and then turned to him. “You better be careful. That’s the second thing you promised me, you know.”
“Mmm. And what else did I promise you?” He looked my way.
I beamed triumphantly. “That you would show me how to surf, Gidget-style.”
Tommy’s eyes widened. “Uh, maybe I said I’d show you how to surf. But I never said anything about Gidget-style.”
“I’m sure you did.” I teased.
Tommy shook his head. “You’re crazy. You know, I thought about you - missing out on all the fun- while I was down there.”
His admission made me feel giddy. “You did? And did you do anything Gidget wouldn’t have done while you were down there?”
“I think I’m gonna have to watch that show now. Just so you can’t tease me anymore.”
Hook, line and sinker. I had him. “Good idea. I think you’ll like it. By the way, I have a surprise for you back at my place. If you have time to stop by, that is.”
His eyebrows rose. “I’m sure I could spare a few minutes for a surprise.”
Chapter 5
Tommy couldn’t believe his night so far. His body had been in a perpetual state of arousal ever since he had shown up at Livvy’s apartment and saw her in that purple dress. He hoped like hell that his surprise involved sex or else he was going to be one very frustrated guy.
But when they walked inside, Livvy ushered him over to the couch and went off to the kitchen to get some wine.
She yelled from the kitchen, “White or red?”
“Either is okay.” He didn’t really want a glass of wine, but if that helped ease the way into more interesting things…
Livvy came back with two glasses. She set them on the coffee table and then picked up the remote control. “You’re gonna love this.”
“What is it? Porn?”
She looked up from the remote and smiled at him excitedly. “Better than porn. It’s Gidget! I have a bunch of episodes recorded.”
“Are you kidding?” Unfortunately, she wasn’t kidding. He watched the opening credits in disbelief. “You’re crazy, Livvy.”
She grabbed her wine glass and plopped down on the couch next to him. She took a sip and then giggled when she saw him eyeing her cleavage. She gestured toward the TV. “Watch the show.”
Ten minutes of cheesy teen angst, make that cheesy teen angst from the 1960’s, had him ready to pull his hair out. She must have sensed his restlessness.
She picked up the remote. “Let’s skip to the beach scene.”
She fast-forwarded and suddenly the characters were ‘surfing’ on TV. “Isn’t Gidget so cute with her boyfriend? That’s what I want to do. Surf Gidget-style.”
“Um, Liv? They’re not really surfing.”
She looked over at Tommy, frowning. “Of course they are.”
Tommy tried not to laugh. “They’re standing on a board in some studio in front of a green screen or something.”
She looked insulted. “They didn’t even have that kind of technology back then.”
“I don’t know, but they’re definitely not surfing in water.” The acting was so terrible he couldn’t believe it. Gidget had probably never even surfed a day in her life, on actual water anyway.
They kept watching and then came a beach party scene, which consisted of a bunch of rosy-cheeked, clean cut teenagers dancing on beach blankets. Tommy tried not to laugh at the animated glow on Livvy’s face.
Livvy turned to him. “I love it! Is this what you were doing all day long on South Padre Island?”
Tommy felt his cock stirring at her crazy enthusiasm. “Pretty much.”
The show finally ended with Gidget talking into the camera about the important lessons she learned that day.
Livvy reached for the remote. “I’ve only got two more taped. Let’s watch this one next.” She hit play on the remote, while Tommy inwardly groaned. Two more episodes!
Livvy sat back and tried unsuccessfully to tuck her legs underneath her. “This dress is getting uncomfortable. Do you mind if I get into something more comfy?”
Tommy shrugged. If she whipped out the flannel pajama pants next, he was going to have to teach her a lesson. Was she just clueless? He wanted her so badly, yet here he was watching episodes of Gidget with her.
She set her wine glass back on the table and leaned forward, sweeping her hair off her back. “Can you unzip me, please?”
His cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants as he slowly unzipped her dress. She wasn’t clueless; she was just the world’s biggest tease.
She let go of her hair and stood, but instead of heading to her bedroom as he expected, she surprised him and lifted the dress over her head. She stood in front of him in a matching bra and panty set, looking stunning.
“Oh, that’s much better.” She grabbed her wine glass and sat down next to him again.
The purple dress hadn’t left much to the imagination, but seeing her bare skin was driving him wild. And he wanted to see every last inch of her.
But the satisfied smirk on her face was too much like a challenge, daring him to withstand the torture. And, guessing that he couldn’t. Well, he could. He wouldn't take her until she was begging for it. He kept his eyes focused on Gidget as he took a large sip of his wine; he needed fortification for this battle.
She asked innocently, “Tommy, have you ever had sex on a surfboard?”
His eyebrow raised in surprise at the question. “It would be kind of difficult with a wet suit on, never mind the eight foot waves.”
Livvy put her feet up on the coffee table and wriggled her toes. “How about in calm water? Have you ever tried it?”
Jesus. “No. The balance would be tricky.”
He was mesmerized as she swirled a lock of hair around her finger. “How about if the couple were sitting astride the board, facing each other? Do you think that it might be possible then? To have sex?”
Fuck. His balls were starting to ache. “I guess so.”
She licked her lips. “Hmmm. How about if I, I mean, the girl was lying on her stomach, and the guy was on top
? Could that work?”
Fuck. He was rock hard. And throbbing. “It might work.”
“Okay. Good to know. It’s just that it’s on my bucket list.” She took another sip of her wine.
"You're crazy." Tommy clenched his jaw. “Livvy. I’m getting horny. Really horny.”
She shrugged and said innocently. “It must be Gidget.”
He took her wine glass from her hand and placed it on the table next to his. “It’s not Gidget. It’s you. You win.”
"I win what?" The innocent, teasing smile was fading, fast becoming replaced with a sultry desire burning in her eyes.
Tommy slowly approached her like a predator cornering its prey. "You win. I can't hold back any longer. You absolutely win, Livvy. I hope you like your prize."
His body slid over her silky skin, engulfing her, until he was completely on top of her. His mouth dipped to meet her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her slowly, romantically, but that all flew out the window the moment he got a taste of her.
Their tongues tangled wildly, as he explored, demanding everything. His lips left her mouth and sucked gently at the curve of her neck. He tried to slow his ragged breathing, but all he could think about was the feel of her thigh pressed between his legs, rubbing against his rock hard cock.
The only thing that mattered was easing the ache in his loins, the ache that had been building all night long and was now nearly unbearable. All night he had imagined plunging into her softness over and over, so that he could barely contain himself now. His fingers pushed her panties aside and slid through her juicy folds quickly finding her opening.
If he couldn't tell how turned on she was by her soft moans when he quickly circled her clit, he could definitely tell by how wet she was. Her back arched toward his fingers, seeking more. He thrust a finger deep inside her, barely hearing her gasp of pleasure, through the thick haze of his desire.
Fuck, he was going way too fast but he just couldn't wait any longer.
He pulled back his hand. "C'mon Livvy. Let's go into the bedroom. This couch is too small for me."
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