One
I picked up the white lace bra and ran my fingers over the fabric, imagining what it would feel like pressed against my skin, making me feel things that I hadn’t allowed myself before. Warmth spread between my thighs and my nipples stood erect. Thankfully, standing in the department store, no one could tell what was going on under the surface.
“Come look Amber, they have some beautiful things over here.”
I blushed as my mother pulled an ivory corset off the rack and held it in front of me. It wasn’t even particularly sexy.
“Try it on, I’ll wait outside for you.”
She pushed the hard boned lingerie towards me and spun around to sit in a chair, taking the chance to put her feet up, while I slinked into the changing room. All of this was so new and I wasn’t quite sure how to react.
At nineteen and engaged, my mother had first had been against the idea, saying that I was too young and should wait. Eventually she had come around to the wedding and somewhere, in the back of my mind, I wondered if that was because I spent too much time hanging around the house, alone with my stepfather.
Daddy was a writer, spending hours locked away in his office and I happened to have a lot of time on my hands before I went off to college to be there lounging around her space. Mom was often away on business, which meant I had him to myself. She had married him when I was ten, so he’d been a big part of my life for a long time, watching me grow into a woman.
My boyfriend Eric had always been a little wary of him, perhaps he was a threat to his masculinity. Daddy was a Hemingway type – a man’s man who smoked cigars and liked to hunt. He was very protective of me, something that Eric was a little jealous of and sometimes made fun of me, calling me “Daddy’s little girl.” I laughed it off, but secretly I liked it, imagining what those words would sound like coming from the man himself.
It did cross my mind that part of the reason that Eric proposed, was to get me out from under his roof, to get me all to himself. Daddy and college were his biggest threats and he was putting all his chips on the table to claim me as his own. He knew that I was saving myself for marriage; I wanted to remain pure and would only give myself to my husband on our wedding night.
Eric had pestered me, teased me and tempted me, so I had to push down the volcano of desires that lived under my skin. Alone at night, my hand would find its way between my thighs and my head would race with thoughts, impure thoughts – but they weren’t of Eric. More and more lately, I was shocked at myself to find pictures of Daddy creeping in. I tried to shake them, but something in me, didn’t want to and the images would become stronger and more vivid – imagining what he looked like under his clothes. I slid inside my wetness and teased myself, my fingers slipping over my wet clit, until I came hard. Then I would tell myself that it was wrong and I would have to make up for my badness.
“Are you ready in there?” The voice of my mother came through the door, hurrying me up. She would want to get out of there as soon as possible I was sure. She had never spent that much time with me as a kid and even less now that I was older. Instead she passed me off to a series of nannies and then when she married – to Daddy.
“Almost, just a sec”
I pulled my top over my head and unhooked my bra – even that sometimes set me off, sending a twinge running through my puss. Slipping my jeans down over my thighs, I kicked them aside and picked up the heavy boned corset. The satin felt beautiful, but I wasn’t sure I could go all day wearing one of these.
“I might need your help Mom”
I heard her sigh just outside the door before she threw it open and stepped inside with me.
“Turn around, I’ll do up the back,” she said brusquely. “I hope you’ll be more willing on your wedding night, although men fall for that silly little virgin thing, don’t they?”
She snapped the corset and pulled the ribbons tightly, squeezing my ribs so I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t like her – she hadn’t been a virgin on her wedding night, she had told me that much herself. Daddy was her third husband and she didn’t have the beliefs that I did. Maybe I had gone in the opposite direction of everything that she was. When I looked in her face, I didn’t want to see myself reflected back at me.
When she had finished, she spun me towards the mirror, resting her hands on my waist. “So what do you think? Will this do for the damsel in distress?” she smirked.
“It’s… not exactly the most comfortable thing Mom.”
“Comfort? – let me tell you one thing Amber – your wedding night, will not be about comfort. So let’s lose the silly little ideas and get real. I’m sure Eric will love this – he gets to unwrap you like a present – his own little sex toy.”