Chapter 6
Chapter Six
I’m nervous and excited at the same time as I wait for Eli to show up. Though I worked today, I also spent a lot of time cleaning my apartment. It’s tidier than it’s ever been. He’s already seen that I’m a bit of a slob, but today I want to impress him.
It’s not hard for me to shift into Little space after work.
It’s what I do every day. I change into one of my favorite dresses.
It’s not one I ordered from a special site for Little apparel.
It’s one I got from a regular store. It’s the sort of thing women my age would wear out with friends.
It’s pale blue, tight across the top, and hangs loose down to my thighs.
The dress is barely long enough to cover my bottom.
That’s how women wear them. The only difference is that I’m not wearing a bra.
I never do when I’m in Little space. Ordinarily I don’t think of myself as sexy when I practice age play.
I just change into whatever makes me feel more authentic and spend the evening watching movies, eating horrible foods, and coloring.
Tonight is new. Tonight my nipples are hard. They have been ever since I changed. My panties are damp, too, because I can’t stop thinking about Eli seeing me in this dress.
In any other universe, the thought of opening the door to find him standing in the hallway and seeing me like this would mortify me to unimaginable levels. But Eli made it clear he wanted me to be myself. I’m as authentically me as I can be tonight.
By five-thirty I have colored a picture for him.
By six, I’m pacing my apartment, moving pillows around, trying to control my nerves.
By six-fifteen, I think I’m surely out of my head.
There’s no way the sexy man from across the hall is actually going to come to my apartment tonight.
Either he was never here to begin with and I made the entire thing up in my head, or he’s probably spent the day second-guessing himself. What could he possibly see in me?
At six-twenty, I wander into my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Are the pigtails too much? What about the bows that match the dress? Lord…my nipples. They’re so obvious. Should I put on a bra? Change my entire outfit?
I nearly jump out of my skin when a knock sounds at my door. It’s too late to do anything except answer it. Though I suppose there still exists the option of ignoring him and pretending I’m not home to spare myself the possible humiliation of being turned down.
I’m not a coward. I take a deep breath and hurry over to the door. When I look through the peephole, my breath hitches. He’s here. He’s really here. And he looks amazing.
He’s wearing jeans like he was last night.
This is not what he wears to work. I know because I’ve sort of stalked him through this peephole many times.
He wears pants and a shirt and tie to work.
Now that I know what he does, it makes sense.
I bet he also wears a lab coat, and the thought of seeing him in a lab coat makes me squeeze my legs together.
I flinch when it occurs to me that I’ve been inside my head for a bit too long while he’s been waiting for me to open the door. Finally I yank it open almost too hard.
Eli gives me a grin. “I wondered if you’d changed your mind and had decided you didn’t want to see me tonight.”
I shake my head, my pigtails flying, reminding me that I’m in Little space. “Do you have a lab coat?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
He chuckles as he steps closer to me. “I do.” His hands come to my waist, and ohmygod, his lips come to my mouth. He gives me a sweet kiss that’s not nearly as satisfying as the one from last night before his lips trail to my neck and over to my ear. “Can I come in?”
I shudder as goosebumps rise all over my skin. “Yes,” I breathe out. My feet won’t move, though, and Eli has to help me shuffle backward so he can shut the door.
As soon as it’s closed, he cups my face and kisses me again. This kiss is better, longer, sexier. I’m moaning by the time he releases my lips. He strokes my neck. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that. And you look so pretty tonight, sweet girl. I love this dress.”
My heart is racing. This moment is so intense. It’s not at all what I imagined would happen when he arrived. I hook my fingers in his beltloops to avoid swaying so far that I end up falling on my bottom.
Eli holds my gaze as his hands slowly slide upward from my waist. I rise onto my toes and whimper when his thumbs graze the sides of my breasts.
“Sexy as fuck. If I’d known the Little girl who lives across the hall from me dressed like this, I would have pushed all my mail under her door six months ago just to get her to open it. ”
I giggle, but a shiver races down my spine a second later when he moves his thumbs.
“This dress is appropriate for only three locations, though, sexy girl. Your apartment. My apartment. The Dungeon. Nowhere else. I’m not sharing you with Mrs. Thompson or anyone else who lives on this hall.” His voice is teasing but serious at the same time.
“This is a normal dress. I bought it from a department store. Women wear this out in public, silly.”
“Not without a bra they don’t.” He lifts a brow, but he’s still smiling.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I could put one on if it bothers you,” I say. I don’t even recognize myself.
“Are you flirting with me, Grace?”
My smile grows. “Maybe.”
Now he chuckles. “Sweet girl, if you’re going to greet me at your door every night wearing cute-as-fuck dresses, pigtails, and bows in your hair, I’ll start driving faster to get home.”
My face heats. I’m still shocked that he’s interested in me.
He leans me back several inches and looks down at my chest. And then he groans. “Thank goodness for errant pizza coupons,” he mutters. “Best piece of fluttering mail ever. I should contact Stephanos and thank them.”
I giggle again. He has a way of putting me at ease, while also making me feel both Little and fully adult at the same time.
My nipples are harder than they’ve ever been, and the thin material of the front of my loose dress keeps swaying across them, making me wish he would slide his thumbs a few inches closer and touch them.
“Would you like to come across the hall to my apartment tonight, Little one?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. I’m dying to see his apartment. He’s seen every inch of mine. It’s my turn to see his. I bet I’ll know him better after I’ve been in his space.
Keeping one hand on my waist, he turns, grabs my keys from the hook by the door, and opens it.
I cover my mouth to control my laughter as he leans out and looks both ways before slipping his hand down my arm to grab mine. He darts across the hallway and pulls me into his apartment so fast I can barely keep up.
Granted, he’s right. I wouldn’t want anyone to see me dressed like this.
No one has ever seen me in my Little space.
He’s the first. I certainly wouldn’t want Mrs. Thompson to see.
Her brows would shoot through the roof. She’d probably have a heart attack.
But it’s still funny how stealthy he is about sneaking me across the hall.
As soon as we’re inside, he deadbolts the door as if he needs extra security to ensure no one sees me.
I roll my eyes. “Eli… I don’t think I’m quite that indecent.”
Still holding my hand, he drags me through his apartment.
It’s a mirror image of mine, so I know exactly where we’re going.
I only have seconds to take in the décor of his living room and kitchen.
Same cabinets and appliances as mine. His furniture is dark wood.
His sectional is large and a deep chocolate brown. It’s plush and looks so comfortable.
Moments later, I’m jogging to keep up with him as we pass through his bedroom and into the master bath. I don’t even have time to wonder why we’re here before he shuts the bathroom door and turns me around to face it.
Eli stands behind me. His hands land on my shoulders. I meet his gaze in the full-length mirror before he lowers his down my body. I can’t help but follow his lead.
My breath hitches. I dress similar to this every day. I don’t usually stare at myself in the mirror. I dress like this because it makes me feel like my authentic self. I never think about what I might look like to someone else.
My dress is nearly see-through, which would be fine if I were wearing a bra, but he’s right. It’s not safe for public without one. The pigtails and bows make a particular statement, as do the white flats and frilly socks.
Eli slides his hands down my arms, threads his fingers with mine, and lifts our combined hands up to his shoulders. When he does, my dress rises several inches, revealing my matching blue panties.
Suddenly he releases my hands, bends his knees, wraps an arm around my waist under my breasts, and lifts me off the floor as though I weigh nothing. He hauls me up so that my head is next to his at the same level.
I’m panting, unable to take my gaze off of us. My dress has risen up so high that my belly is revealed. My legs are dangling way off the floor.
Eli stares at us for long seconds before he turns his head and sets his lips on my ear. “Sexy. As. Fuck.” He kisses my neck, growls, and adds, “Mine.”