Vivian twirled in a circle, her full skirt billowing around her like flower petals dancing on the wind. She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. The deep royal blue gown hugged her torso and flared at her waist.
“I’m so glad we found that dress at the retro store. Who’d have thought fifties fashion complimented you so well, Viv.” Jane idly tapped on her cell phone as she watched Vivian spinning.
“I know, right?” She squealed with delight. “Where the hell will I wear it though?”
Jane stopped typing, glanced up, and grinned at her. “Why not wear it out tonight?”
“Tonight?” Vivian cocked her head in confusion. “What’s tonight?”
“Geeze Viv, don’t tell me you forgot about your date with James?”
She glared at her best friend. “It’s not a date, and wearing this would be overkill.”
“Where is he taking you anyway?” Jane asked, turning her attention back to her phone.
“Out.” Vivian hedged.
“Way to state the obvious, Sherlock. Well you could always stay in. When he comes to pick you up, invite him in and seduce him. Wearing a vintage pin up dress is guaranteed to get you laid. Wear some sexy underwear too.”
“Will you stop? We’re just friends.” Vivian reached for the zipper.
“Yeah, and I’m the queen of England.”
“Give me a hand with this, your majesty.”
When Jane rose to help her with the dress, the doorbell rang at the same time Jane’s cell phone began blaring Aerosmith. Jane shrugged and mouthed sorry as she answered her phone. The dress forgotten, Vivian trudged down the stairs to answer the door.
“Hey,” she said to James as she pulled open the front door. “You’re early.”
“Sorry, just wanted to beat the rush hour traffic.” James stepped into the house, his gaze never leaving Vivian. When she closed the door and turned to face him, his focus zoned in on her cleavage.
“My eyes are up here, James.” She chuckled as a pretty shade of primrose blossomed on his cheeks.
“I know, sorry. It’s just…that dress. Why are you wearing that?”
“I was trying it on when you rang the doorbell. Jane’s upstairs on the phone. Why don’t you hang out for a few? I’ll go change.” Vivian turned to head back up the stairs when she tripped over the bunched up throw rug and landed with a thud on the floor, her skirt twisted around her waist.
James offered his hand and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to remove her hand from his, he tugged her closer. “I love the dress,” he murmured as his eyes darkened to a stormy gray. “But your panties…they’re my favorite color.”
The color of her panties? Vivian’s face heated, and she pushed against him, trying to break from his grasp. He let her go and she raced up the stairs, past Jane, and into the bathroom. Pulling the dress from her body, she glanced down at her underwear. Sheer pink lace.
James had an affinity for pink…that was good because from now on, she’d never be able to face him without blushing.
Today’s was more fun and flirty than sexy. But I like the idea of it. What do you think?