"Fuck me dress," said Scott, coming to stand behind me.
I was standing in his childhood bedroom in front of the mirror, trying on dresses from the bag he had packed for me for Vermont. Willow and his mom Lisa would be home soon. We landed in Ohio an hour ago, but they didn't know we were here as he wanted to surprise them.
"What are you talking about? Because it's backless? It's stunning and modest. There's like no cleavage," I said, defending my choice.
"Not because it's backless, but that helps," he said, running his hands up my naked back. "There's this," he said, piling my hair onto one of my shoulders and kissing the back of my neck before he pulled the strings secured around my neck and pulled the front of the dress down. "Easy access, so much better than cleavage," he said, laying hands on my strapless bra clad breasts and squeezing them, before whispering huskily, "Fuck me dress."
"Then just don't pull the strings. Problem solved," I said, my breathing quickening.
He slid his hands down my front, pulled the dress back into place and tied the strings behind my neck.
"Even ignoring that, still a fuck me dress," he said, slipping his hand onto my thigh.
"What are you on about now? There's tons of layers and it goes all the way down to my ankles. If anything, it's too long," I said, defending my dress once again.
"All true, but all this fabric hides a very dirty secret," he said, slipping his hand past the slit I had forgotten was there, as it was barely noticeable but went all the way up my thigh.
He remembered that it was there though. Knew exactly where to look for it. He ran his hand up my inner thigh, cupped my pussy and whispered, "Admit it, baby. It's a fuck me dress."
This time I blushed crimson, much to his amusement as our eyes met in the mirror.
"I'm changing," I said, withdrawing from his arms.
"Okay, but they're all like that," he said with an evil grin, watching me overthink every dress I pulled out of the bag until they were all over his bed.
"You're a pervert. No one else thinks—" I began.
"Clearly you do," he said, and I wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off his face.
"I'm going to knock that stupid smile off your face," I said, picking up a pillow and glaring at him.
"Let's think about this. I'm unarmed," he said, backing away towards the door.
As I drew closer, he yanked open his bedroom door.
"Think about the impression you'll make if my family walks in on this," he said, before turning and making a run for it.
"The only impression I care about is the one on your face when I knock it over with this pillow," I said, hot on his heels.
He thundered down the stairs, both of us laughing the whole way down as I pursued him mercilessly.
Once we got to the foot of the stairs though, he turned on me, allowing the shots I got in with my pillow so that he could grab me and pick me up in his arms.
"Control yourself, woman," he said, as I flailed about in his arms. "Be graceful in defeat, Stace."
"Never," I said, still reaching for the pillow I had dropped when his lips descended on mine.
I surrendered myself to his lips and finally stopped struggling.
"He's carrying her like a bride the first time he brought her home to meet his mom. This is a sign, right?" said Lisa's voice.
"That they're doing marital activities? Sure," said Willow, both women standing in the front door, watching us fool around.
I pulled away from Scott's face, beaming at him as he set me down on my feet, his ears reddening. So much for us surprising them.
"Hi mom. Willow. You guys know—"
"Let me get a good look at you. You're gorgeous," said Lisa, taking my hands in hers, her whole face lighting up with excitement. "You know he's never brought a girl home before. That must mean wedding bells are ringing soon."
Willow went into stitches, grabbing onto Scott's shoulder while I sucked in my lips trying not to do the same.
"Stacy," Scott finished, burying his face in his hands. "I did warn you," he said into my ear. "Mom, come on. Let her breathe," he said, but the woman wouldn't let my hands go.
"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Brady. Sorry we just dropped in unannounced," I said, giving her my best smile, allowing her to pull me into a hug while Scott had a meltdown.
"Please, it's Lisa and you're welcome anytime. Even after the wedding, if he gets on your nerves," said Lisa while she patted my back.
"We're not going to have that problem, are we baby?" I said teasingly, my eyes sparkling as I watched him grow more anxious while I returned his mom's embrace.
From the moms who thought no one was good enough for their sons to the sugar sweet ones like Lisa who wanted their sons married yesterday, I had my fair share of experience. Nothing about this fazed me because I knew what this meant to him. He might never see them again because of me. The least I could do was be nice to his family the one time he brought me home. Besides, Lisa really was adorable and Willow was that cool chick you wish you were at eighteen. I was happy to see them. To watch him with them. I don't know when his joy became mine, but here we were.
"Jesus, enough," said Scott, going to separate his mom from me when Willow tackled him.
"Where is it?" she asked, sticking her hands into his pockets. "You're just in time for prom tonight. The earrings I picked out are going to go great with my dress."
"Stop attacking me," said Scott, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away.
With a sigh, he dug into his pocket and produced a little blue box. "This is supposed to be for graduation. Prom isn't graduation."
"Don't care," she said, opening the box, her eyes sparkling, before she shut it again and jumped into his arms.
If she wasn't related to him, I'd be really pissed about the way her limbs were going around him.
"Thank you for following instructions. They're beautiful. Sorry mom. Have to go and get ready for prom. You're helping, right Stacy?" Willow said, peeling herself off Scott before taking my hand and pulling me out of her mother's arms.
"Of course, you two go right ahead," said Lisa, making the decision for me. "Hey baby," she said, finally turning her attention to Scott. "I hope you're leaving some things for marriage. I hope you're being safe."
"Wow, I'm so sorry," said Scott, his mouth agape as Willow dragged me towards the stairs.
"It's okay. Later I guess. Don't freak out. I'm fine," I said with a bright smile, trying to reassure him.
The last thing I heard him say before Willow and I were out of earshot was, "Mom that's too far, even for you. You can't say shit like that, especially in front of her."
But when she moved to hug him and said she missed him, he accepted her into his arms with a smile and let her kiss his cheek. The way he interacted with them warmed my heart.
It took Willow and I a whole three hours to get her ready, but I didn't mind. This is what I always imagined Jenny and I would have been like if we had gotten the chance. I hoped Luca would keep my sister safe.
"You look beautiful, you big dork," said Scott once Willow had descended the stairs, his camera already in hand.
"I know," she said, kissing his cheek. "Thanks to Stacy for picking out the dress of course. Thank you both for showing. I didn't think we'd see you until graduation."
"Time for the pearls," said Lisa, leaving the living room to grab said pearls.
Willow groaned.
"Shut up and wear the fucking pearls," Scott whispered into Willow's ear.
"I don't want to wear the fucking pearls. Stacy is loaning me this diamond necklace," said Willow, showing off the bing around her neck.
"What the fuck? Mom is going to flip. You know how she feels—" Scott ranted and I grimaced, shooting him an apologetic look.
"I got this," said Willow, taking the pearls clean out of Lisa's hands when she walked back into the room with them and laying them around my bare neck. "So much better on her than me," said Willow, clapping her hands together after she tied the clasp behind my neck.
The frustration left Scott's face and he stared at the pearls around my neck, awestruck.
"But it's prom. You have to wear the family pearls. I wore them to my prom and on my wedding day. So did my mom and her mom," said Lisa, looking between Willow and I as though conflicted.
Oh fuck. It was a family heirloom. My fingers moved to take them off as Scott continued to stare at me.
"So I'll wear them on my wedding day, mom. It's fine. Stacy's as much entitled to them as I am and she wants to take them for a test run before the wedding, don't you Stacy?" Willow insisted, waiting for me to back her up.
Scott dragged his eyes away from me and went to set up his tripod for the family photo. Was this freaking him out? It was one thing for his mom to say weird shit about marriage. It was even okay to tease him about it. Somehow though, the next words to come out of my mouth seemed important. Everyone in the room seemed to be waiting with bated breath for my answer. What the fuck was I supposed to say?
"Get ready," said Scott, going to stand behind his camera to set the timer.
"Stacy's not going to prom, Willow," said Lisa, as Willow ushered her towards me to pose for the photo.
"Sure she is. She didn't get to go to her own, so we're crashing. Let Willow do what she wants," said Scott, thrilling Willow to no end as he came to stand behind me and slipped his arms around me.
All of this was news to me. Somehow though, I felt like Willow, Scott and I were all in this now and there was no backing out.
"They look beautiful on you," he said, laying his chin on my shoulder. "Next time I'll put them on you myself," he said, my head turning to look at him, our eyes meeting as the flash went off.
That's when I understood what the staring meant. What that look was. Pure love. In that moment I felt like he was telling me I was indeed entitled to wear his family heirloom. I felt like the family he was choosing.
"One more," he said, slipping in between Willow and I, his arms wrapping around our waists.
I had to force myself to stop watching him so that I could smile for the camera this time. S
uddenly it hit me that he'd put me in another one of his photos, this time with his family, without a second thought and I almost cried.