“What’s an LBD?” Lula asked.
Zeb stopped in his tracks, a look of astonishment across his features as he gaped at Lula. “Little black dress,” he explained, his expression full of sympathy and compassion. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had one. Every girl needs at least one LBD in her closet.”
“Don’t get all starry-eyed, Zeb. This isn’t going to be a shopping spree. And Lula doesn’t need a little black dress,” Dake spat. “She’s only going to be here for as long as it takes her to find…” Dake just couldn’t bring himself to say Cupid. It just sounded too damned insane. “To find her teacher,” he said instead.
“All she needs is some plain, simple, conservative clothes that fit decent. Stuff that’ll cover up all her…” Dake gestured toward Lula’s luscious curves and she looked up at him with those big baby blues and that kissable mouth and damn if his cock didn’t jerk in response.
“Just some inconspicuous stuff she can wear while she’s out searching around,” he added, struggling to drag his gaze from the pert set of nipples poking against Lula’s T-shirt. “So she doesn’t attract any more attention than she already does.”
“Whatever you say, Dakin,” Zeb agreed, far too quickly for Dake’s comfort.
“I mean it, Zeb.”
“Absolutely,” Zeb said, flashing a broad smile. “A few drab pieces of utilitarian garb and we’ll be on our way.”
Chapter Six
“Oh, this feels just like the Feast of Lupercalia!” Lula announced, giddy as she knelt at the center of Zebulon’s bed, whipping one article of clothing after another from the multitude of bags strewn on the bedspread. The shopping trip at the mall was an extraordinary experience and more fun than she’d had in the last century.
“The what?” Dake asked, propping on the edge of the mattress.
“My favorite holiday,” Lula replied, holding a lacy baby-pink bra up to her breasts and molding it to her curves. “Ooh, isn’t this striking, Dake?” She glanced up to see her reflection in the mirrored ceiling, smiling when she caught a look of longing in Dake’s eyes. Her pussy trickled warm juices in anticipation of their next sexual joining. She could barely wait to feel his wonderful cock driving into her again.
With a lick of her lips, she explained, “The Feast of Lupercalia is the precursor to what you know here on Earth as Valentine’s Day, only much more fun and far more erotic.”
Dake lifted en eyebrow. “I like it already,” he said, the tone of his voice growing husky. “So what kind of stuff goes on at this erotic feast? Is it like a Roman orgy?” His fingers walked from her knee to the notch between her thighs where he cupped her, rubbing gently. By gods, his hand felt so good nestled there. So right.
Feeling a bit dizzy, almost as if she’d overindulged in the fruit of the vine, Lula drew in a deep breath, expelling it on a contented sigh. “No, there’s certainly plenty of sex but it’s not lewd. There’s no debauchery.” Reaching in to another bag, Lula gathered the sheer black confection that Zebulon had called a nightie and smoothed her cheek across the soft-as-a-wing material.
“It’s customary for young men to draw the name of a prospective lover from an urn,” she told Dake, holding the garment up to admire it, then swinging it back and forth to watch the fringe at the nightie’s bottom sway. “The matches last a year, until the next Lupercalia feast. Sometimes marriages result from the game.”
“Have, uh…have you ever been matched up with a guy at one of these feasts?” Dake asked, and Lula noticed the muscle in his jaw twitch as his hand tightened almost imperceptibly at her crotch.
She shook her head. “No. I’ve never found anyone I wished to be united with for that long a period.” And as the words spilled from her lips, Lula realized she wouldn’t mind one little bit being Dake’s lover for an entire year. In fact, a year probably wouldn’t be nearly enough time to explore all the lovely, carnal possibilities with this beautiful man. Alas, it could never be, of course. In another two days, she’d be back on Olympus.
On a wistful sigh, Lula told him, “We begin the celebration on February fourteen, according to your Gregorian calendar system, to honor Juno, the goddess of fertility.”
She examined a pair of pink crotchless panties, marveling at the construction. “What an interesting idea,” she mused, spreading her hands through the opening and wiggling her fingers.
“Then the Feast of Lupercalia commences the following day, celebrating spring and Faunus, the god of nature and agriculture. So these are meant to be worn when we are fucking?” Lula asked, holding the panties aloft.
“That’s the general idea,” Dake said, giving her a strange ravenous look.
“But why not simply dispense with panties altogether?” she asked. “Wouldn’t it be easier to access my pussy if it was unencumbered by clothing of any sort?”
Dake’s lips lifted into a slow grin. “There are numerous ways to find enjoyment while we’re fucking, Lula. And one of those includes looking at those pretty blonde curls between your thighs all framed in pink lace, ready and waiting—just for me.”
“I see.” Dake’s desirous gaze and appealing smile shot tremors of anticipation to Lula’s clit and she squirmed. “There are also fertility rituals at the feast,” she continued her explanation, feeling the warmth spreading through her core. “But I like to attend mainly for the vast array of delicious foods, the games and to partake liberally in the fruit of the vine. It’s such great fun.”
“So you’re a wine drinker, huh?”
Lula wrinkled her nose. “Only on rare occasions. I have learned that I must monitor my intake of the fermented grape drink because it greatly loosens my inhibitions. I also enjoy drinking brew made from fermented grains, but when I imbibe too much of any of these treats, I feel like a wild, wanton nymph.” She giggled and Dake’s eyes grew wide.
Leaping from the bed, he pointed at her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Lula could hear cupboards opening and slamming closed and Dake mumbling curious oaths to himself in the other room. Lula spent the time studying the rest of the clothing items in the bags.
This wondrous thing called clothes shopping was most pleasurable. At first, as she, Dake and Zebulon wandered through the vast, cavernous structure filled with vendors of all sorts of goods, Dake seemed grumpy and groused a lot. Zebulon, on the other hand, was full of energy and seemed to be caught in a most euphoric humor as he flitted about, selecting item after item for Lula to try on.
After she’d modeled some of the garments for the brothers, Lula witnessed Dake’s disposition change from gloomy to enthusiastic. Why, Dake actually became so spirited and animated that he even began picking out items of clothing for Lula himself. Before their shopping mission was over, he even insisted they find her a little black dress, as Zebulon had originally suggested.
And then Dake made her promise to give him a private garment showing once they arrived back in Zebulon’s apartment. No…that wasn’t what he’d called it. Fashion show. Yes, that was it! Dake told her he wanted to see her strut her stuff, whatever that meant.
“We’ve got vino, baby!” Dake said, returning to the bedroom with two bottles and a pair of drinking glasses. “I knew Zeb wouldn’t let me down. He’s got this place stocked so he can throw a bash at the drop of a hat.”
Lula shook her head. Such odd speech. She wished she had longer than three days to become familiar with all of Dake’s peculiar sayings. How wonderful it would be just to be able to spend more time getting to know him…to have more time to enjoy the wonders of his cock and how it made her feel.
“Why don’t you try on some of those sexy undies for me while I pour us some wine, Lula?” He set the bottles on one of the nightstands, uncorking one and filling the stemmed glasses with the dark red liquid.
“Ah…the fashion show,” she said. Dake gave her a wink and nodded.
Patting the pink bra resting in her lap atop its matching crotchless panties, garter belt and sheer stockings, Lula suggested,
“I am happy to oblige, but are you certain you would rather see my body clothed than naked? I thought that perhaps we would divest ourselves of clothing and engage in another sequence of orgasmic pleasure.” She smoothed the pale blue satin bedspread next to her knee.
Dake growled out a low chuckle as he passed one of the glasses to her. “What I want, sweetheart, is to see that gorgeous body of yours all gift wrapped in those fancy pink things you’re holding. Then I want to watch you peel them off, nice and slow.”
“Oh, I believe I understand. Titillation,” Lula said with a bright smile, pleased when she saw Dake flash a devilish grin in response. “Yes, that will be fun. I can tease and tempt and titillate you until your beautiful cock grows bigger and bigger. Until it is ready to explode all over me.”
Blissfully imagining the heady scenario, she hugged herself. “And once you break down my inhibitions with the…vino, I’ll seduce you to keep you awake so you can fuck me all night, over and over again until it is time for me to go in search of Cupid in the morning.”
She took a big sip of wine, murmuring her satisfaction as the liquid traveled in a warm stream down her insides, settling quite near the place where she felt the powerful stirrings of her sexual craving.
“Damn, Lula.” Dake’s hand covered his crotch and he closed his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the night with you.”
Lula drew a pair of stiletto heels from a box, marveling at the construction of the unusual footwear. “We will probably both be sore, but it will be a most pleasurable aftershock for your cock and my pussy, I am certain. Shall I commence with your private fashion show now?” She took another sip of wine, regarding Dake over the rim of her glass.
“I’d like that very much,” Dake said after taking a sip from his own glass and setting it down on the nightstand. “Right after I do this.” Clasping her arms just below her shoulders, Dake dragged the still-kneeling Lula across the satin spread to the edge of the bed, yanked her close and kissed her.
By gods, this mortal knew how to kiss! Never had she felt such passion, such powerful erotic sensations with any other man before. Just one glance at his strong body sent spikes of desire flying through her body faster than the most rapid team of horses coursing across the sky. The briefest touch of Dake’s skin against hers sparked lively, spirited sensations between her thighs.
As their tongues danced to the timeless rhythm of lovers, every nerve ending in Lula’s body hummed as if…as if Dake was the one. Her perfect love match. Gods, she could imagine herself remaining in his arms like this for all eternity.
“Leave the sexy pink stuff for last,” Dake said, fingering the lingerie in Lula’s lap once their kiss ended.
“Turn around,” Lula ordered, twirling her finger at him. “No peeking until I’m ready.” Dake obliged, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back facing her.
Rifling through the bags of clothing, Lula tried to remember what items were meant to be worn together. Most of the garments were quite unlike the short tunics and flowing gowns worn on Olympus. She did her best to select an alluring outfit by coordinating the colors and fabrics. After putting the items on, she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror on Zeb’s bedroom door, fussing and adjusting until she was satisfied with her appearance.
“You’re taking an awfully long time,” Dake complained.
“I’m almost ready.” Lula wobbled to the front of the room and struck a pose. She couldn’t imagine why the women of Earth would want to wear foot gear with such high heels and pointy toes. Not only was it difficult to walk, but her toes felt pinched and her feet prickled as she were walking on a thousand tiny nails. Aside from all of that, she could barely maneuver on the oddly constructed contraptions.
“I’m ready. You can turn around now, Dake.” The pleasant look of anticipation she first spotted on his face as he turned to look at her soon turned to an expression of shock. She couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.
“Holy shit!” he said, not at all helping her quandary.
Dropping her pose to face him, hands fisted on hips, Lula frowned. “You say this shit word a great deal, Dake. From your usage, I cannot tell if the term is meant to be positive or negative. Are you displeased with my appearance?”
“Oh no, no…on the contrary, you look sensational. Beautiful.” And then a smile quirked at Dake’s lips. “Kind of like a…a gothic punk goddess.” His smile grew wider. “Very sexy.”
“I wish you would stop comparing me to a goddess, Dake,” Lula said on a sigh. “I don’t want to incur the wrath of the gods. What is this gothic punk you speak of?”
“Well, it’s,” scratching his head, Dake gestured to Lula’s outfit, “it’s all that black you’re wearing. And,” he started to chuckle, “the way you’re wearing it. Maybe I should call you Mistress Nymph.”
With a wobbly gait, Lula marched back to the mirror, taking in her appearance. She couldn’t imagine what Dake apparently found so funny. After all, she’d selected the all-black ensemble because it went together so nicely.
First there were the tight black jeans. Over them she’d pulled on a pair of black satin panties. High heeled shiny black knee-high boots completed the lower portion of her outfit. For the top, she’d put on a black satin bra that barely contained her ample breasts and over that she wore the fringe-bottomed sheer black nightie that was slit open in front from the neckline on down.
Lula completed the look by releasing her hair from its clasps, fluffing it and allowing her voluminous just-below-the-shoulder curls to flow free.
“I believe I look quite nice,” she said, studying her reflection.
“Deliciously fuckable,” Dake said.
“Yes, that’s what I thought too.”
Dake laughed. “Oh Lula, if you only knew how incredibly refreshing you are.” He got off the bed, bringing Lula’s wineglass from the nightstand and handing it to her. She drained the rest of the liquid in the glass and Dake set it on Zeb’s dresser.
“If that’s so, then why do you laugh at me?”
“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart. It’s just that I find the outfit you put together somewhat…amusing.” Moving the hair at her neck aside, he brushed a soft kiss just beneath her ear and then trailed more kisses down to her shoulder.
“And yet thoroughly hot at the same time. Before you start your search for Cupid tomorrow morning, I’ll have to give you a hand getting dressed. We’ll make sure the panties,” he snapped the elastic waistband, “go inside your jeans and that something that isn’t see-through” he fingered the sheer nightie, “goes over your bra. As for the high-heeled boots…they’re amazingly sexy, but I have a feeling you won’t be able to walk more than a block or two with those on.”
“I’m certain of that.” Lula nodded. “Oh Dake, all of these clothes make dressing far too confusing. It’s so much simpler on Olympus for both males and females.” She let out a tuneful sigh. “I may as well not continue with the rest of the fashion show. My ineptness with the Earth clothing will only make you laugh even harder, I’m sure.”
Dake hugged Lula against his chest, smoothing his hand across her back in slow circles. “As much as I want to rip what you’re wearing right off and plunge myself inside you right now,” he whispered against her ear, “I think it’s more important that you finish your fashion show. And I promise not to laugh.”
Dake made good on his vow, not laughing even once as Lula paraded across the bedroom in outfit after outfit, with Dake instructing her as to how the items were to properly be worn. By the time she got to the last two outfits, she felt she had a much better idea of how to put together an acceptable Earth outfit.
The only item left besides the pink lingerie was the LBD. Remembering Dake’s instructions, Lula putt on the black bra, panties and garter belt along with sheer stockings.
She slipped the little black dress over her head, tugging it into place. The long sleeves hugged her arms while the deep vee-
neck wraparound style of the dress showed her breasts to their full advantage. The knee-length skirt portion flowed from the cinched waist in soft, smooth folds.
Lula stepped into the pair of black pumps, again with the towering heels, and appraised herself in the mirror. She did, indeed, like the way she looked in this outfit.
“I’ve got to hand it to Zeb,” Dake said, nodding and smiling as he walked around Lula slowly. “The man knows what he’s talking about when it comes to fashion. I’m glad we got you this LBD, as my brother calls it, because you look incredibly beautiful, Lula. Stunning.”
He yanked her hard into his arms, breathing hard and husky at her ear. Clutching her ass, he tugged her close, grinding himself against her. “I swear to God, my cock is so hard just from looking at you model all your pretty little outfits that it feels like I’ve got an iron rod pumping in my jeans.”
“Then I had better hurry and put on my last outfit, Dake,” Lula said, wrapping her arms around his neck and brushing her lips across his. “I wouldn’t want to leave that big hunk of iron without someplace deep, warm and wet to pump.” She loved the hungry growl rumbling up into Dake’s throat as she pushed against his chest with outstretched fingers, releasing herself from their embrace.
“Don’t make me wait too long, honey,” Dake warned as Lula twirled her finger, signifying that Dake should turn around again. “I’m like a ticking time bomb here,” he finished, facing away from her.
“And I can’t wait for you to explode,” Lula said, pulling the dress up over her head and tossing it on the overstuffed armchair along with the rest of the clothes. The black garter belt and panties were replaced with the pink crotchless panties and pink garter belt, while the lacy pink bra completed the outfit.
The final item in the last bag was a pink chiffon scarf, which Lula used as a headband, tying the ends at the top so they perched like a wispy little bow at her temple. She was going to slip the black heels on but decided at the last moment to hike on the knee-high boots instead.
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