Page 52 of Do It Yourself
Over the last few weeks, it’s become a sort of game with Jude.
Seeing who can get the other off faster with their mouths before darting away with the promise of reciprocation from the recently mouth-fucked. It’s an unfair game, Jude has taken advantage of the fact that I can still come after one orgasm, while once I swallow my reward with him, he can’t immediately go for round two.
If I was keeping score, I’d be pissed.
Which, I’m not, by the way.
Keeping score, that is.
Nope.
Not me.
Jude is definitely not ahead of me by five orgasms. I’m also, definitely not, planning to edge the fuck out of him the next time I can guarantee we’ll have uninterrupted time together.
Like I can get that easily, though. Yeah fucking right.
I can’t really be thinking about those plans at the moment. Not if I want to see how red my cheeks get when I think of the weight of Jude’s hot cock on my tongue...
No, I can only pass off overheating because of the multiple outfit changes.
Paul would be able to sniff out the dirty thoughts from a mile away.
I will not begrudge Elle for inviting our favorite brother to bridesmaid’s dress shopping. It is time to put what’s happening into a little box, duct tape it closed, and enjoy this time with my siblings.
I smooth my hand down the deep red dress. It’s not the color Elle wants us to wear but the associate helping us out has assured us that if this is ‘the one’ it’s available in the right shade. I’m not so sure about this dress. It’s clinging to my stomach pouch. I’ve never had a problem with my body but this dress sticks and folds into the crease of my stomach, tucking up into my panty line.
Yeah, this isn’t going to be the one for me.
“Hurry up!” Paul’s voice makes me jump, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’m coming! Chill out.” I grumble as I push open the changing room door. Elle and Paul have no poker face. Paul’s jaw drops and Elle’s upper lip pulls into a small sneer, she can’t hide her dislike.
Same.
The straps of the dress dig into my shoulders as I walk over and step up to the platform with mirrors, so I can see all the miserable details. Lola comes out of her changing room as I’m looking over my shoulder at my butt.
“Wow, Mabel.” Lola’s voice is full of awe as she lifts the skirt of her dress and joins me on the platform.
She mirrors my pose; turning her back to the mirror and wiggling her butt until it bumps against mine. “You know, people who say we don’t look anything alike have obviously never seen this side of us.” I say on a chuckle, doing my best tomimic her booty shake but this dress is proving how terrible it actually is.
“Okay. This one is a no, right?” I ask looking over to Elle for confirmation. Elle has been the best kind of bride, telling us that as long as it’s the right color she doesn’t give a ‘flying fuck or a walking one’ what we wore. Though, I’d never pick something without her approval, and neither would Lola. Paul is here to offer color commentary.
As a groomsman, he’s just got to make sure his bowtie is the right color. Not even that, Patrick actually bought Jude and Paul their ties when he asked them to stand next to him on his big day.
It was actually super cute.
With Elle’s confirmation that this is not the one, I shuffle off the platform and make my way back to my dressing room. This dress is harder to get off than to get on, I can’t get the top down past my hips and pulling it up over my head is a lesson in patience.
Once I’m free, I look at the remaining options in front of me. I came to the dress shop today with a plan to make sure I finally picked a dress. Elle’s wedding is barely over three weeks away and I’ve run out of time to attempt online shopping.
No, I’m getting a dress this afternoon come hell or high water.
The next dress falls down my body and it feels like spun gold on my skin. I decide to not look in the mirror this time. I do look down, though, and there’s nothing I don’t like about the way it falls against my body.
“Alright, hold onto your butts! I think this one might be a winner.” Pushing the door open, I strike an over-exaggerated sexy pose. I’m back up on the platform, soaking up the looks of delight on all three of my siblings’ faces.
“That’s definitely the one. If you’re asking me.” Paul announces as I finally turn around and look at myself, fully taking in the dress.
