EroticReverie

“Pick you up at 8 ?” Jackson texts me about 15 minutes later after I pull into my driveway. 

I leave the car on as I respond to his text.

“8 is good. Where are we going, what should I wear?” I reply.

“Wear whatever you’d like” he replies.

I groan and roll my eyes. 

“I mean, how should I dress for the date? Or where are we going?” I type back.

“It’s a surprise.” he replies. 

“Jackson.” is all I type back and I know he’s reading it in the annoyed tone that I mean it to be read in.

“Yes Miss Audrey?” he types back.

“Fine, I’ll wear pajamas” I punch my thumbs against my screen replying back annoyed.

“You can wear pajamas if you’d like.” he types.

“Jackson!” I reply. “Give me something to work with.”

“I’m serious, you can wear whatever you want. The date does not require you to dress any certain way. Whatever you’re comfortable in.” he types.

I groan and see him start to type again.

“All I ask” he types, and I watch the text bubble move as he continues to type again.

“Is that you wear red lipstick.” He replies with a winking emoji.

I grin at my phone and shut off my car and then reply.

“What if I wear only red lipstick?” I type giggling to myself.

“Please wear clothes as well. Otherwise I wont be able to get through the date without devouring you.” he types.

I smirk at the phone and bite my lip thinking of him between my thighs. I squirm in my seat feeling the excitement between my legs. 

“Wonderful. Now i’ll be thinking of you devouring me the rest of the day” I type. 

He sends a winking face.

I throw my phone into my purse and get out of my car and walk inside the house. I can’t help but wear a giant smile on my face and my dad notices it when I walk into the house.

“Good day?” he asks shuffling the trash out of the bin, and drawing it shut. 

I nod and smile wider

“Uh huh” I say taking the trash from him and carrying it out into the garage and placing it in the bin and walking back inside. 

“Something happen, or are you just in a good mood?” he asks.

“Jackson must not have been working today” my mom says rounding the corner wiping a dish dry with a towel. 

I bite my lip. They know how much I “despise” Jackson. 

“Actually…he was there today.” I say.

“Oh..” my mother says. “Whenever he works the first thing you usually do is walk in groaning about how much he annoyed you” my mom laughs. 

“Welllll…” I say giving them a look. 

“Uh oh…” my mom says giving me a look. 

I laugh a little. 

“I knew it.” she says with a shrug and a shake of her head. 

“Knew what?” my dad looks back and forth between us. 

My mom gives an exasperated sigh. “What did I tell you would happen with the Jackson boy when Audrey started coming home complaining about him?” 

My father thinks a moment and then looks at me and I see his face go stern and protective.

“What?” He says gruffly. “The boy asked you out?” 

I giggle. My mom laughs and I nod.

My father groans. “The kid sounds like an ass.” he says.

I nod. “Oh he is…well…he can be…” I say. 

My father rolls his eyes. “I dont know if I agree with this.” 

My mother gives a him a look. “Oh hush. She’s 18. The boy isn’t an actual ass. You’ve met him.” 

My father grumbles. 

“He’s picking me up at 8.” I say. 

“Where are you two going?” My mother asks.

I shrug, picking a leaf of lettuce and cheese out of the salad bowl that she’s prepared for dinner. 

“He said it’s a surprise” I say chewing the lettuce. “He won’t even tell me what to wear.” 

“Oh how exciting” my mom says.

“Wear jeans, and a sweater” my dad says, and I laugh knowing he’s only HALF kidding. 

“Phil…” my mom shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

“It’s summer dad” I say with a laugh. 

He shrugs. “You’ll manage. Wear that nice sweater nana sent you for christmas” 

Me and my mom burst into laughter, and even my dad does too. 

“I’m not trying to repel him Dad.” I say still laughing, plucking a piece of lettuce from the bowl. 

“Don’t worry, your father will do that” my mom teases my dad. 

“Just cause we know his dad, doesn’t mean he gets to take her out…what is he now, eighty, he’s robbing the cradle” he remarks. 

I laugh and flick a piece of lettuce at him. “He’s not eighty!” I say and my dad laughs a little as does my mom.

“Plus you cradle robbed mom!” I say.

He raises a finger and shakes it at me then pauses before speaking.

“He sure did” my mother says to cut him off. She gives him a wink. 

He clears his throat. 

“Just be careful….” my dad says and now he’s using his serious face and serious voice.  “I know what guys his age want” 

“Dad” I say wincing at the thought of the conversation that’s about to take place. I hold up my hand.  “I’m well aware of the things that guys want. I’ve had this talk many times with mom, AND you. I don’t need it everytime I go on a date.”

“He’s older…” my dad adds. “Don’t let him pressure you to do things, don’t let him try to control you.” he says. I nod. But can only think about how much i want Jackson to do things to me. How much I want him to control me…to pin me down…I let the thought trail off before I start to blush in front of them. 

“Yes Dad.” I say. “Jackson will be a perfect gentleman, I’ll make sure of it” I say and kiss his cheek and give him a nudge to ease his worries. But I know…Jackson will be ravaging my entire body tonight. But, that’s my secret. 

———-

After dinner I go upstairs to shower, I make sure to use a brand new razor when shaving my legs and the place where Jacksons mouth was most likely going to be again at some point tonight. 

After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my room. It was 5:45, and I had plenty of time to get ready. So I laid on my bed.

———-

I lifted my head hearing my mother yelling for me from downstairs. I blinked, just waking up and looked at the clock. It was 7:51pm.

“Shit!” I said scrambling out of bed to my window. Jackson’s car was out front.

“SHIT!” I said louder. 

“Audreyyyyy, Jackson is here!” My mom sang up the stairs. 

“fuck” I whispered and ran to my door. “I’m not ready!” I yelled down, I could hear Jackson laughing at the panic in my voice.

I turn to my bed and pick up my phone, Jackson texted me a bunch of times. 

“Shit.” I say and reply.  “I fucking fell asleep after my shower. I’m a fucking idiot. Give me 10 minutes. I’m so sorry! I just have to do my makeup and throw something on” 

“Just throw on something and get down here. No makeup. You don’t need it…but bring the lipstick “ he said with a winky face.

I ran through my room and looked at my dresses in my closet.  I grabbed one I knew he hadn’t seen me in yet. And quickly threw it on. 

It was a strapless yellow vintage style dress with white polka dots. I zipped it up without a bra on. The top fit tight enough that it kept my breasts lifted and together, creating an ample amount of cleavage. I was breathing heavily in a rush while putting it on, and could see the heave of my chest in my mirror at my vanity as I quickly brushed out my still damp hair.  I couldn’t wear it down, I didn’t have time to blow dry it. I put it up into a bun, and shuffled a pair of yellow heels on in my closet. 

“Shit…panties” I said to myself running to my dresser and throwing open my underwear drawer. I put on a black lace thong. My dresses were innocent enough, I didn’t need my lingerie to be too. 

I smoothed out my dress looking in the mirror, how it fit nicely along my chest and torso and started to flow out at the waist and came right above my knees. I grabbed a white cardigan off the hanger and put it around me and buttoned it, knowing my father would worry all night if I were to walk down with my tits overflowing out of the top of my dress. 

I gave myself a nod in the mirror and headed to my bedroom door, shoving my phone into my purse as I walked into the hall.

I snapped back, went back to my room, and snatched the tube of red lipstick from my vanity and bent over in the mirror, carefully applying it. A true red, bright and perfectly applied. I smiled at myself in mirror checking my teeth and raised an eyebrow to myself, thinking about how much Jackson liked it. I shoved the tube in my purse and walked downstairs. 

“About time…Jackson is eighty five now” my dad said as I walked down the stairs.  The whole of the joke was lost on Jackson, but he laughed still and so did my mother, and I looked up at him and saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at me. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, and a short sleeve black tshirt, that fit him perfectly, it wasn’t tight , but just loose enough to keep me from being able to make out the curves of his pecs. I wanted to bite my lip at the way his arms looked, strangling the sleeves of his shirt. I inhaled and smiled. I could smell his cologne from where I stood.

“You look beautiful” he said.

“aw” my mother said and place a hand over her heart. 

I smiled and blushed. “thank you, you look nice too”

“Eh…he looks ok” my dad said. Jackson laughed and I slapped my Dad’s arm.

“dad!” I said and he laughed as I shook my head.

“Okay…see you guys later…” I said walking to Jackson and grabbing his hand and opening the door to pull him away from whatever awkward embarrassment on my behalf might come next. 

“Dont stay out too late!” My mom called. “If you don’t come home, call!” she yelled out.

“why wouldnt she come home?” I heard my dad ask as I shut the door , but not before Jackson could yell back “nice to see you again!” 

I could hear my dad continue to ask why I wouldnt come home, I giggled and Jackson laughed as I pulled him down the steps, my heels clicking on the cement. 

“your dad is pretty funny” he said. 

“you say that…until I dont come home tonight…then he’ll be at your front door in the morning with a shot gun” I joke and Jackson laughs.

Then Jackson stops and I’m pulled back my the force of me continuing to still walk holding his hand. I turn. 

“what?” I ask

He grins. “So …I’m not bringing you home tonight?” he licks his lips. 

I smile. “We’ll see….depends on how sick of you I am by the end of the date” I tease and he smiles and steps closer, pulling me further into him.

He exhales and I see his eyes on my lips. 

“you wore the lipstick” he says lifting a hand to my face.

“I did.” I say, his eyes are watching my lips move as I talk. 

He groans. 

“Christ Jackson” I say as he pulls me to him and I feel him already semi hard against me. I push back slightly. “At least wait till we’re out of my driveway” I laugh and turn and walk towards his car. He opens my door , and I slide in. 

“I can’t help it” he says and gives me a kiss on my cheek before grinning and closing my door and walking over to his side and getting in. 

His eyes skin over me as he starts his car. “I’ve never seen that dress before…” he grins. “I like it.” 

I smile and unbutton my cardigan slowly, but not too slow, and watch him inhale and eye my fingers. I pull it open and watch his eyes widen and then I slide the cardigan off my shoulders, pulling it from behind me and tossing it into his backseat.

“I really, really, like it” he says giving a look at my front door, and my house, and so do I. No shadows lingering in the light, he leans over and kisses my shoulder. 

“This might beat the red dress” he says kissing over my shoulder and my collar bone. I giggle.

“Jackson!” I whisper as his soft mouth lays kisses down over the top of my cleavage. I push him gently back into his seat.

His eyes are burning into me and I shiver at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Audrey, fuck” he says , his eyes shooting from my eyes, to my mouth, to my eyes to my chest, to the hem of my dress and to my eyes. 

“I want to mess up that fucking lipstick so bad right now” he groaned.

My heart thumped in my chest. I tried my best to pretend I didn’t want that just as much as he did. 

“Well you can’t yet” I say lifting my nose in the air. “I just put it on” I say lolling my head side to side and looked ahead away from him.  I could feel him grinning and he laughed slightly. 

“Yes ma’am” he said and pulled out of my driveway. 

———————

“Why are we at the shop?” I said when he pulled up along side of it. The shades were drawn and the shop was already closed.

“Did your dad close early?” I ask. 

“Yea….was super slow. So…I just have to run in and get my wallet.” he said.

I nodded. “Okay” and I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through my texts.

“Well…uh..” Jackson seems confused or something. “I put it in the back somewhere…I was kinda hoping…you’d uh…help me find it?” he asked.

I peeked up from my phone. “huh? oh…okay…yeah..sure” I say shoving my phone back into my purse and stepping out of the car when he opened my door for me. 

Jackson fumbled the keys in his pockets. 

“the lights look weird” I said seeing a warm glow coming from behind the  blinds. “Did your dad replace the night time lights?” I ask.

But as Jackson turns the key and opens the door. I lose my breath.

I can’t help it, but I know I have the dumbest awestruck look on my face as I take in what he’s done. 

The entire store is decorated in fairy lights. they’re hanging from the ceiling, long strands hanging down like icicles, draped over the shelves, the counter, and little mason jars with fairy lights inside lining the aisles on the floor. And right in the middle of the front of the store, he’s laid out a large white blanket, with a basket of food, and there’s wine.

“I was going to set up a table…but…I see on your instagram, you’re always posting picnics at the park and stuff…but if you don’t wanna sit on the floor…I can still go to the back and get the table and br..”he rambles

“shhh” I say raising my hand not looking at him and my eyes flit around the room, admiring the lights, how perfect it is. How only he would know how perfect a date at a book store would be for me. I turn and press my finger to his lips and look at him.  I could cry at how beautiful the store looks, at how much effort and thought he put into it. But I don’t. I’m not about to cry like an idiot. I will the tears building to get lost. 

Jackson is silent, and all I want to do is throw myself at him. To say fuck the date, all I want is for you to lay me down on this blanket and take me. 

“It’s absolutely perfect.” I say, then lowering my finger. He smiles,and I can tell he’s happy with the look on my face. It’s grateful, it’s me, with my eyes giving it away that he’s making me fall for him.

I step inside further, Jackson closes the door locking it, setting his keys on the counter, and I can feel his eyes on me as I walk around the blanket, staring up at the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, and I walk down the main aisle that leads to the back, running my fingers over the strands of lights hanging , draped along the shelves like curtains. My fingers also grazing the spines of the books. I turn half way down the aisle and I look at him standing at the end of it watching me with a smile on his face.

“How did you do all of this? Where did you get all of these lights?” I say and look up again as I walk slowly back towards him.

“I’ve been planning this date a lot longer than since 5pm today.” he admits. 

I look at him. “you have?” 

He nods. “I know you love being here, you’re comfortable here….you love the fairy tale books… so I tried to make it look like a little fairy tale..” he shrugs, as if he’s embarrassed by the thought and effort he put into it. “I’ve thought about doing this for you….for months” 

I smile and walk the rest of the aisle back to him and stand in front of him, my heels bring me high enough to where I don’t really need to wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to my mouth, but I do it anyways and push my mouth to his sweetly and feel him exhale as my lips leave his, his mouth nudges forward for more but I pull back, knowing if I kiss him again, or for any longer, I wont be able to stop.

“I can’t believe you did this..for me” I say.

He looks at me. “I’d do pretty much anything for you Audrey..” he says. 

My heart flutters. “Are you just trying to be romantic?” I tease, my own self sabotage of the moment.

He smiles and brings his hands to my cheek. “Yes.” he said. “I am…but it’s also the truth….i’d do anything for the sassy mouthed girl who works in this book shop…” he teases back.

“Feed me, before I throw myself at you please” I say and he grins and laughs slightly.

“Yes Miss Audrey.” he says.