Dreams Come TrueBy: KB Winters & Evie Monroe
She lifted her perfectly shaped brow. “Curious?”
“Don’t play coy, you’ve rejected me in the past because of your relationship status, so I’m assuming that’s changed?” I’d asked her for a hookup after our last show a month ago, and she had claimed to be in a committed relationship. I didn’t know if this change of heart from a relationship failed or because Paris was a long way from home and she was braver.
“Well, yes and no. We’re fighting. Bruno cheated on me the other day with the woman downstairs of our apartment. So, I figured why not have a little fun myself. I told him I was going to and he’s been pissed off since.”
“Did you tell him with who?” I didn’t need her beefcake boyfriend coming to pound my head in.
“No, but he knows to expect it. We’ll make up after, and he’ll have to mark his territory, but I won’t tell him who. It’s not our first fight, and it won’t be our last, but I thought you and I should have some fun.”
“I totally agree. We can have lots of fun, and the no strings part, makes it even better.” I usually kept that to myself, but since we were being honest.
She wasted no time leaning over and kissing me. Her soft pouty lips pressed firmly against mine, and it was so sensual that I couldn’t help but wonder what other talents she’d have with that mouth.
I put my arms around her and pulled her closer, angling in the car seat and getting a hell of a cramp in my leg, but then she looked out the window. “How far out are we from the hotel?” Her hand rubbed against my pants, stroking my cock beneath them which was already fully erect and raring to go.
“Far enough in this traffic.” I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to my mouth for a hard kiss, and as she pulled away, she sucked my bottom lip in as if to show me what she was about to give me.
Then she slipped down between my legs and undid my pants, reaching inside for a grip on my hot, throbbing cock.
“Impressive,” she said as she pulled it out and held it up against her wrist. It was the same thickness, and her eyes widened. “We are going to have fun, aren’t we?” She didn’t wait for me to agree, and wrapped her lips around my cock rim and gave my head a long, hard suck. I pushed my hips forward and sank in a bit deeper, she looked up at me, smiling with her eyes, her lips stretched around my cock.
I gathered her long, dark hair and guided her down on me deeper, her mouth opening to suck in a long breath before she slipped down on me and worked me good. Her mouth was wonderful, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her.
The car came to a stop, and she didn’t let up until the driver came around and waited by the door, his body clearly visible through the tinted glass. I had locked the door, so he couldn’t open it on her, but somehow, I didn’t think that an audience was going to slow her down. She loved attention on her, just like in the show.
I tapped her shoulder, and she eased off. “We’ll finish upstairs.” I put my cock away as she wiped her mouth, and then I unlocked the door. The driver heard the locks pop and opened the door. We stepped out onto the sidewalk, me with a raging hard on and she still wiping her mouth, the taste of my cock on her lips as I gave her a brief kiss.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” I kept the words close to her ear, and she blushed as we headed into the hotel elevator. Once upstairs, we went to my room, and I locked the door behind us as she undressed.
“I want to make him so jealous. I want to tell him all the dirty things you’re going to do with me, and I hope it makes him crazy.” Who was I to not give the girl something to talk about?
I pulled her closer and kissed her as I worked my zipper down again one-handed. She shot to her knees and sucked me with intent and purpose, and then I pulled her to her feet and layed her back on the bed. I was going to give her something to talk about for sure.
She let her legs fall wide apart, and her pussy was glistening and ready for me as I centered my cock and pushed into her. I worked her steady until she screamed out, soaking my cock.
“You’re ten times better than my boyfriend.” We shared a chuckle, and I turned us over, her legs falling astride me as she worked me through my release.
We lay together in each other’s arms both content of what the sex meant to the other and fell asleep with the peace of mind that no matter what, it wouldn’t impact either of us too much.
I had always hated sleeping alone.
As I packed the last of my colorful threads, I couldn’t believe after all the years of working in the small room my father had made me at the back of the garage; I was finally getting my store front. I’d worked for years on my designs while going to college and had been working on prom dresses and wedding gowns every moment in between. My designs had really taken off, and I was a local success.
Girls had been ordering their dresses from me in advance for a while, and I’d finally caught up enough to find time to move into a storefront that I’d secured through the bank.
“Do you want those shelves to go too?” My father patted the shelves, and as I nodded, he lifted them up.
“Yes! That’s for my fabric. I have to have those. I’ll need to also have that table and the smaller one for the embroidery machine.”
Dad let out a long breath as he walked to the door with the unit in his arms. “I’ll be glad to have the garage back. Maybe now I can make it into the man cave I’ve always wanted.”
I shook my head as he went out to the truck. I needed everything, and I hadn’t planned on leaving anything behind except for one of my spare machines. That way, if I were at home and something needed mending, I’d be able to do it.
My father walked back in and grabbed another handful as I moved a few more color collections of my threads to a box and taped it shut.
“I’ll grab the dress form, Daddy.” I pushed the taped box aside and went across the room to lift up my pride and joy dress form. It had taken me a while when I was younger to buy that particular form, and once I had, I felt like a real designer. I’d named the thing Matilda, and though she was headless, I even talked to her at times, which for some reason, creeped my father out.
“It’s a bit heavy. Let me help with that thing.” He made a face and put his hands on her to steady.
“She’s not that bad.” I walked out and put her into the car, laying her in the backseat. The thing was filled to the gills
I turned around, and my dad was standing there watching in case I needed help. He’d always been the one to lend a hand, and he’d always tried to give me everything I wanted.
My mom had passed away when I was six, and at age ten, I’d discovered her sewing machine in the hall closet and pulled it out to play with it. What started out as sewing bandanas together to make a quilt for my room, had turned into me making all of my own clothes. It’d certainly helped my father out, and when I was twelve, it turned into a full-blown passion. I’d known then that I was going to go to school for design and had started making things to sell and save money.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. I remember the day I moved you into the garage. We put up your sewing machine at ten thirty that morning, and by noon you had a dress made. You were so focused on it that you burned the pizza you had in the oven.”
“I know. It seems like forever ago. Look how many dresses I’ve made since; how many I’ve sold. I can’t wait to start working today. I have a dress that was ordered yesterday. It’ll be a testament to how different working there will be. I hope the new space doesn’t slow me down.” I had a good system down in my work space, and I knew it had lent to my efficiency. It might take me a while to get used to the new place, but I knew it would be worth it in the long run.
“I’m sure it will make things so much more efficient, you’ll be able to make this business into anything you want.” Dad had always had the most optimism for me and my dreams. He’s always been my biggest cheerleader; even when mom was alive.
“I hope so. I’ve got a few more things, and we’ll run this stuff over to the new place and get you set up. The front looked so good. I think once we get your sign and you can lose that banner out front, the better. Let me go check and see if we ever heard back from the sign shop.” Dad disappeared into the house, and I gathered up the last few little things left.
An hour later we were sitting in the new place, unpacking my machines. I’d bought four sewing machines over the course of time I’d made dresses and found that certain things were easier if you didn’t have to readjust your machines. One was set up to make button holes, and one was set to freehand. The other two were both set to do regular sewing, and I found that if I had issues with one machine, knowing the other was ready to go, saved a lot of time. While I’d finish my dresses, my dad would change needles or service the machine as needed and I’d never miss a beat.
Then there were my two other machines, one for embroidery and the other was a serger. Between them all, I had a lot of sewing stations set up, and as I pulled out the machines, my dad helped me figure out where they were going.
“I’d like the embroidery machine over here. It’s for special projects, and I want to keep the attachments all along this wall. I’ll set the computer up here.” I needed the computer to get my designs uploaded to the machine, and then I still used my personal laptop for all my business transactions.