not our anniversary.”
“Sure it is. We’ve been together four years, five months and thirteen days.”
“I love you.” Tess gave the new toy one last fond look. “I’ll just go get dressed.”
Brandy fiddled with the harness and finally got Lucky 7—as good a name as any—into the O-ring. It was a bit of a pushing, pulling, rolling challenge, but it all sorted out and she set about getting into the harness. She still felt silly in the thing at such times. Never silly when she was actually going to get into bed with Tess, but wiggling around, dancing in circles trying to pull her pants up and the toy catching on everything, well it wasn’t debonair.
After a one-legged Watusi, she finally had the pants belted around her waist. It really felt weird. She adjusted the pants on her hips, wriggled until the toy hung down one leg. Then she realized why it felt weirder than she’d expected.
She’d forgotten to put on the boxers. She didn’t intend to go out of the room without some kind of underwear on—
Tess came out of the bathroom.
Breathe, Brandy told herself. Tess was a vision in a very short aquamarine dress studded with copper beading. The halter neck made Tess look even taller.
“I take it from the look on your face that you like this dress?”
Brandy nodded. She had just about found her voice when Tess turned around. Her bare back put Brandy back into the Land of No Breath. The high neck clasped with a twist of beads that dangled along Tess’s spine. Undo the beads, Brandy thought, and she’d be naked in seconds.
All for you, you incredibly lucky dog.
She watched Tess put on her favorite sandals. They weren’t made for walking, and had, in fact, never been out of their apartment.
Tess looked up when she’d fastened the last buckle. “Ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t you think you should put a shirt on?”
“Oh! Crap.” Brandy blushed furiously. “That dress is a walking crime.”
“I just got it this morning. There was a guy selling dresses out of the back of his van. I only noticed because he had quite a crowd. Twenty bucks. I figured out later he was there to sell stuff to the escort service workers.” She gave Brandy a worried look. “I don’t look like I’m for sale, do I?”
“I will make it plain you’ve already been spoken for.”
Tess gave her one of those serious looks that said they would talk about the subject again.
“You don’t look cheap or available for the asking, darling.” Brandy tucked in her shirt. “You look like the gorgeous, classy creature you are. Not to mention young and attractive.”
“You found that gray hair the other day, remember?”
Was that still bothering her? Dunce, Brandy scolded herself. Next time don’t point it out. “That was sun streaking.”
“If you say so.”
“How about this?” Brandy balled her fists on her hips and walked toward Tess like Yul Brynner’s King of Siam. “Go out with me, and everyone will know you’re mine.”
“You look magnificent.”
Brandy dropped the attitude. “No, really. Can you see it? Does it show?”
Tess hesitated. “Maybe a little.”
“Well, what does it matter? Nobody is going to be looking at me.”
Brandy repeated that to herself all the way to the restaurant. Of course it felt like the entire world was staring at her crotch. They were quickly seated and decided to share what turned out to be a wonderful apple and pecan salad, and a perfect steak with parmesan chips. Brandy enjoyed every moment of watching Tess sparkle in the candlelight. Her best friend, her lover—all the beauty in their relationship was on Tess’s side of the table, as were most of the brains.
They shared dessert as well, and Brandy found herself a little disappointed. “Your brownies are better than this one.”
“It looks like chocolate,” Tess said. “But I don’t taste it.”
“Kind of like cruise ship chocolate. Remember, I told you about the food on the boat?”
“And you told me
“Sure it is. We’ve been together four years, five months and thirteen days.”
“I love you.” Tess gave the new toy one last fond look. “I’ll just go get dressed.”
Brandy fiddled with the harness and finally got Lucky 7—as good a name as any—into the O-ring. It was a bit of a pushing, pulling, rolling challenge, but it all sorted out and she set about getting into the harness. She still felt silly in the thing at such times. Never silly when she was actually going to get into bed with Tess, but wiggling around, dancing in circles trying to pull her pants up and the toy catching on everything, well it wasn’t debonair.
After a one-legged Watusi, she finally had the pants belted around her waist. It really felt weird. She adjusted the pants on her hips, wriggled until the toy hung down one leg. Then she realized why it felt weirder than she’d expected.
She’d forgotten to put on the boxers. She didn’t intend to go out of the room without some kind of underwear on—
Tess came out of the bathroom.
Breathe, Brandy told herself. Tess was a vision in a very short aquamarine dress studded with copper beading. The halter neck made Tess look even taller.
“I take it from the look on your face that you like this dress?”
Brandy nodded. She had just about found her voice when Tess turned around. Her bare back put Brandy back into the Land of No Breath. The high neck clasped with a twist of beads that dangled along Tess’s spine. Undo the beads, Brandy thought, and she’d be naked in seconds.
All for you, you incredibly lucky dog.
She watched Tess put on her favorite sandals. They weren’t made for walking, and had, in fact, never been out of their apartment.
Tess looked up when she’d fastened the last buckle. “Ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t you think you should put a shirt on?”
“Oh! Crap.” Brandy blushed furiously. “That dress is a walking crime.”
“I just got it this morning. There was a guy selling dresses out of the back of his van. I only noticed because he had quite a crowd. Twenty bucks. I figured out later he was there to sell stuff to the escort service workers.” She gave Brandy a worried look. “I don’t look like I’m for sale, do I?”
“I will make it plain you’ve already been spoken for.”
Tess gave her one of those serious looks that said they would talk about the subject again.
“You don’t look cheap or available for the asking, darling.” Brandy tucked in her shirt. “You look like the gorgeous, classy creature you are. Not to mention young and attractive.”
“You found that gray hair the other day, remember?”
Was that still bothering her? Dunce, Brandy scolded herself. Next time don’t point it out. “That was sun streaking.”
“If you say so.”
“How about this?” Brandy balled her fists on her hips and walked toward Tess like Yul Brynner’s King of Siam. “Go out with me, and everyone will know you’re mine.”
“You look magnificent.”
Brandy dropped the attitude. “No, really. Can you see it? Does it show?”
Tess hesitated. “Maybe a little.”
“Well, what does it matter? Nobody is going to be looking at me.”
Brandy repeated that to herself all the way to the restaurant. Of course it felt like the entire world was staring at her crotch. They were quickly seated and decided to share what turned out to be a wonderful apple and pecan salad, and a perfect steak with parmesan chips. Brandy enjoyed every moment of watching Tess sparkle in the candlelight. Her best friend, her lover—all the beauty in their relationship was on Tess’s side of the table, as were most of the brains.
They shared dessert as well, and Brandy found herself a little disappointed. “Your brownies are better than this one.”
“It looks like chocolate,” Tess said. “But I don’t taste it.”
“Kind of like cruise ship chocolate. Remember, I told you about the food on the boat?”
“And you told me
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