Her Best Friend's Brother(7)

The arm that Tony had innocently rested around her waist the moment before was now heavy and warm as he drew Libby closely into his chest. Tony dipped his face down to hers and whispered “Merry Christmas Lib” against her lips. Gently, he brushed his mouth against hers and then slowly and tenderly he was moving his lips with hers. As kisses went it was relatively innocent. Not that Libby had a lot of experience, but there was no insistence, and no tongue. Al the same Libby felt her stomach flip over and al her bones seemed to want to melt away. Long before she was ready for it to end someone let out a loud wolf whistle, and Tony puled away. “We better hurry.” Tony shoved his hands into his pockets and walked quickly half a step ahead of Libby al the way back to the church. Libby was left wondering if something had gone wrong. Personaly she thought that was just about as perfect as a kiss could get, but again—she hadn’t had a whole lot of experience.

He was being rude he knew. But he walked faster He was being rude he knew. But he walked faster anyway. The sooner they were surrounded by relatives the easier keeping his hands to himself would be. And until then he made fists in his pockets—just in case. This was trouble. Libby was his baby sister’s best friend, and he could probably be arrested for the thoughts he was having right now. But the way she looked tonight he was having a very difficult time convincing his body that she was only 16.

Sure lately he had been thinking that they might be good together, but not for a few more years. Four years wouldn’t seem like such a big difference when they were a little older. She was stil a kid for crying out loud. Of course he had been younger than she was doing a hel of a lot more than some mistletoe kissing, but that was realy not the point. Did she have any idea how she looked in that dress.

She was basicaly walking sin. It covered much more than any of the swim suits he had seen her wear year after year, and for that matter it covered more than those skimpy pajama shorts he had been tortured with last summer. And yet somehow it was much more… shal we say effective.

When they reached the steps to the church Tony slowed down and fel back into step beside Libby. “Looks like we made it in time”.

“With plenty of time to spare too.” Libby seemed a little miffed with him. Although he had been very rude most of the walk back here, so he probably deserved it. Libby lifted the hem of her dress slightly as she climbed the steps.

And that scandalous skirt fel open revealing one long perfect leg clear up to her slim, toned thigh. Tony stifled a groan.

They should have had to ask for ID before seling her that dress. It was a wonder she had time to buy a dress at al let alone find one so…. A horrible thought took root in his brain. Her invite to the wedding had been terribly last minute. Maybe she hadn’t had time buy a new dress.

Homecoming couldn’t have been more than 8 or so weeks ago. Maybe that was what the dress from. Mel had been annoyingly vocal about how cute Libby and Sam looked together at the dance. It was possible Libby had bought this siren’s dress for Sam Tucker. That particular thought came with a punch to his gut. Sam Tucker with his sleek black truck and tinted windows. There was only one good reason for a teenage boy to have tinted windows. The very thought of Sam Tucker seeing Libby, his Libby, in this dress made Tony so angry he couldn’t think.

“Have I told you how much I like your dress?” Tony leaned over to whisper in Libby’s ear when they were settled in a pew waiting for the ceremony to start.

“You whistled at me before we left.” Libby couldn’t help her teasing smile. “I’d say that translates to like. I haven’t ever been whistled at before.” Tony decided not to mention that 15 minutes ago a stranger had whistled at her when she was in his arms under the mistletoe. He took a deep breath and tried again. It was suddenly very important that he know if Libby had worn this beautiful dress for Sam Tucker. “I guess Mel was lucky you could get a dress on such short notice. Or maybe you already had it—from homecoming or something?”

“Homecoming? This would have been way overboard for a homecoming dance. Mel picked it out yesterday actualy, and she lent me her store discount.”

“That’s good.” Sounding genuinely pleased Tony relaxed into his seat and draped one are across the back of the pew.

The wedding was very beautiful. And if anyone had asked her the details of the ceremony later Libby would have had nothing to say. You see it was basicaly impossible to concentrate on anything other than Tony’s warm arm on the back of her seat, and how the tips of his fingers would occasionaly brush against her bare shoulder sending bolts of electricity through her nervous system.