Simon Says

by T L Osborn

  “Do I get to see my dress before I wear it?” I ask.

  “No, I want it to be a surprise.” He pulls me in for a kiss before I can argue any further. As I snuggle back against him for the evening, I start to wonder what my dress will look like. Will Suzanne finally accept that I’m Simon’s girlfriend, that I’m here to stay and not just some fling?

  I hope in time she does.

  Simon

  Tonight is the Christmas party. I’m standing in the bathroom having a shave, making myself look the part. Aria is having her dress delivered by my sister right now, and Mel is staying to do her hair and makeup. Linda is helping me get Charlotte ready. I wash myself down after my shave, shower, and then dress in my tuxedo. I pick up a large black velvet box, which contains Aria’s necklace and earrings for the event tonight, and another box, which has a small tiara for Charlotte, and a necklace for her to wear.

  “Simon, she’s ready,” Linda says as I exit my room. Linda takes Aria’s jewellery so I can give Charlotte hers.

  Charlotte comes out in a beautiful red dress. The top starts at the nape of her neck and goes down to her waist, covered in sparkling, lacy fabric, and the skirt flows beautifully as she walks. I hadn’t realised that Stephanie was going to design her a dress to match Aria’s until she showed me the plans. A tear escapes my eye as she twirls around and around.

  “Daddy, I look like a real princess,” she squeals.

  “Princess, you’re missing something very important.” I pull her box from behind my back and open it.

  “It’s like Princess Belle’s crown,” she says.

  “How about we go put it on?” Linda suggests.

  She runs away to her bedroom as Linda goes to put the tiara in her hair. One day, I hope Aria might be the one doing that for Charlotte. They come back a few moments later, and she looks beautiful.

  “Shall we go and get Aria now?” I prompt.

  “Yes! Is she staying here tonight too?” my daughter asks.

  “She will be, princess,” I reply.

  I hold Charlotte’s hand out to the limo and help her into her seat as Linda comes dashing out of the house. “I put these on Charlotte’s bed. Sorry, Simon.”

  “No worries,” I say. I take the black box with Aria’s jewellery and climb into the car. I turn on some country music to play and turn it up. We’ll be at Aria’s home shortly, and I’m a nervous wreck. I asked Roger to pick up some red gerberas along the way for her.

  “Daddy, will Aria look like a princess too?” Charlotte asks.

  “I’m sure she will,” I say. She’ll be a queen tonight.

  As Roger pulls the car up the drive and I’m about to get out, Charlotte says, “Me too, Daddy.”

  “All right, you can come too.” I help her out, carrying the jewellery and Charlotte towards the house, careful not to step on the grass in case I slip. I knock on the front door, and it’s opened by Toby. He looks me up and down.

  “Well hello there, handsome.” He chuckles as he lets me in. “You look like you could do with a whiskey.”

  As Toby pours me one, my sister comes flying down the stairs. “She’ll be down in a minute. Her shoes are missing, but, Simon, she looks stunning, absolutely stunning. I’m tempted to steal her from you,” Mel says.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” I grin at her.

  “It’s tempting she’s gorgeous.” She searches the room, and goes back upstairs, muttering, “I’m damn sure they were packed.” As I turn around, both Jacob and Toby are each holding a shoe, and I burst into laughter.

  “We thought you could drink your whiskey and relax, because, buddy, when you see her, you’re going to be a mess,” Jacob says.

  I was a mess when I saw Charlotte. I think I’m going to lose it when I see Aria.

  Aria

  Where the hell are my shoes? I put them on my windowsill earlier while I was having a shower and Mel was downstairs. Mel walks back into the room. “Well, they’re not downstairs.”

  “I swear the last place I saw them was on my window seat, before I showered. And then afterwards, they were…” I pause. Then it dawns on me. I know who snuck in here and stole them. “Jacob!” I yell, as I fling open my bedroom door. I hear a snigger of laughter from downstairs as I approach the top, and Simon turns towards me. I stop, my breath catching in my throat as I look at him all handsome in his tuxedo and matching red tie. He’s as breath-taken with me as his eyes bulge out of his head and he smiles at me. I take the stairs slowly, and as I get to the bottom one, Simon is waiting for me.

  “You look gorgeous,” he says, as he takes my hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss on the back of it. I turn and see Charlotte standing by Toby. I look at her dress, and I realise it’s a replica of my own.

  Stephanie Morrison, you outdid yourself.

  “She looks so cute,” I squeak, turning back to Simon.

  “Steph didn’t even tell me she was designing it until I saw the plans,” he explains.

  “Now, I just have to find my shoes and we can go. Jacob, where are they?” I demand.

  “I didn’t take them,” he says.

  “Nah, he didn’t. I did,” Toby admits with a grin.

  “You went into my room while I was in the shower.”

  “I know. It wasn’t pleasant for me either,” Toby jokes, as he holds out my shoes to me. I take them and go to sit down on the stool next to him.

  “Wait a minute,” Simon tells us. “Toby, hold your sister up, would you?”

  “What are you doing?” I ask, as he takes my shoes and kneels down in front of me.

  “Every beautiful woman deserves a Cinderella moment. I’m going to help put these on for you, my lady,” he replies. I lift the base of my skirt so he can help me into my shoes. Once he’s done, he stands and holds out a velvet box for me.

  “Aww, you guys, that was so romantic,” Mel coos from the top of the stairs.

  I open the box, and inside are a pair of dangly, teardrop earrings, the ruby red stone surrounded by diamonds, and a matching necklace and bracelet.

  “Simon, what is this?”

  “Your jewellery for tonight. I’ve had these for a month, waiting for the right time to give them to you,” he confesses, pulling the necklace out of the box and draping it around my neck. And then he puts the bracelet on me while I put in the earrings.

  “How do I look?” I ask, turning to Toby and Jacob.

  “Stunning,” they say in unison.

  “Let’s go before Mum berates us for being late, Simon,” Mel says.

  “Simon, one last thing,” Toby inserts.

  “What’s that?”

  “Remember, after midnight, she’ll turn back into a pumpkin.” He chuckles, pointing at me.

  “No, that’s the carriage,” Charlotte protests cutely, “not Cindyrella.” We all burst into laughter as poor Charlotte begins to cry.

  “Aww, princess, it’s okay. Ari will not turn back into a pumpkin,” Simon promises, picking her up off the floor. We exit the house and head out to a limo. I feel like a princess headed off to the ball, only I’ve met Prince Charming and he’s coming with me.

  Simon

  We arrive at the venue for the party, and I help all the ladies get out. I link Aria’s arm through mine as we walk, while Charlotte walks with Melissa.

  “Are you okay?” I ask Aria.

  “A little nervous, but I’ll be fine,” she replies. “Isn’t this the Trentham Racecourse?”

  “It is. Our mother likes to show off at these things.”

  We enter the room, and it’s all done up Christmas-themed, tables laid out around the room. Aria tightens her grip on my arm, and I can tell she’s nervous as hell. My mother stands talking to my uncle, and she turns her head with a smile…until she sees Aria next to me.

  “Look, Nana! I look pretty,” Charlotte says.

  “Oh my, honey, you look beautiful. Melissa, nice to see you in something other than black,” my mother retorts, regarding my sister. She turns to Aria and me. “Ari
a, you look beautiful. Help yourself to the wine here tonight and enjoy the party.” Her tone is ice-cold.

  “Thank you, Mrs Billington. This is beautifully decorated,” Aria states.

  “Aria, come grab a drink with me,” Melissa says, and Aria’s eyes dart to mine, unsure what she should do.

  “I’ll be right here, honey,” I assure, and she goes with Melissa as my mother turns to me.

  “Why did you bring your whore tonight? I told you not to bring anybody,” she seethes.

  “Mother, Aria is my girlfriend, and tonight, I’d appreciate it if you don’t slander her in front of everybody. She’s who I’ve chosen to be with. You’re the one who needs to get over it. Excuse me. I see James talking to Uncle Royce. I need to go see him.”

  I grab Charlotte’s hand and lead her across the room. I don’t bother to look back at my mother, as she’s no longer worth my time. I wish she’d just give Aria a chance and see she’s worth it. I cast my gaze across the room at Aria and smile as the women admire her dress. She absolutely perfect, and in this moment, I know I’m completely in love with her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Aria

  “Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is to be served, if you would all take your seats. Thank you.”

  I turn and find Simon, who takes my hand and leads me over to the tables with Charlotte. As we approach, we see there are only two chairs left at the table where Melissa and James are seated.

  “One for you and Charlotte. She really didn’t plan on me being here, did she?” I ask Simon, as my hopes of her accepting me are dashed in this moment, blown to a million pieces.

  James stands up. “Aria, take my seat please. I’d rather you sit with Simon and Charlotte.”

  “That’s very sweet of you, James.”

  He pulls it out and I sit down next to Mel. “Simon, Charlotte, sit down,”

  “Aria, no, you’re not seated here, and neither is Charlotte. There’s a children’s table over there in the corner full of colour activities and other things the children can do,” Suzanne says as she comes over.

  “Mother, you sat my girlfriend at the children’s table along with my daughter?” Simon fumes at her.

  “No, I sat your nanny with the children,” my mother replies.

  “I’m not his nanny,” I retort, and there is a gasp from around the room.

  “How dare you? All Aria wants is for you to accept her, but tonight, I will not be here at this party if I cannot sit next to the woman I love.”

  I stand, blinking at Simon. Did I just hear him right? He loves me?

  “I will not have you slander her this way in public. She is my girlfriend, and either you get over it, or I don’t want to see you again. Come on, Aria, Charlotte. Let’s get out of here,” Simon finishes, as he scoops Charlotte into his arms, and he calls Roger, telling him we’re ready to leave. As we get outside and wait for the car to arrive, Simon turns to me.

  “That was not how I wanted you to find out, but yes, Aria, I’ve fallen in love with you, and I think I was even before you revealed your feelings to me.” He slides his other arm around me, pulling me towards him and planting a kiss on my lips. As we pull back, I see his lips are as red as mine and I burst into laughter. “Why do my lips taste funny?” He laughs.

  “Probably because mine rubbed off on you,” I reply, and the car pulls up.

  As we’re getting in, we hear something behind us. “Wait for us!” Melissa calls, as she and James appear. “We aren’t staying here either. The comments about Aria after you guys left pissed us off. Let’s go have our own party.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “We’ll go home to my place, order some pizza, and get out of these monkey suits,” Simon answers, as we pile into the car.

  “But I like my dress. What if I don’t want to get out of it?” I ask.

  “Then you don’t have to, but I, for one, do not like my tuxedo.” He laughs.

  We head back to Simon’s place, stopping for pizza and wine along the way. As soon as we arrive, Linda is surprised to see us all back so soon, and Mel recounts the night’s events for Linda, who sits drinking a glass or three with us while we all have our own mini Christmas party. As I watch Simon laughing with his brother across the room, I’m struck with an idea. I want to give him something special for Christmas, and I know exactly what I’m getting him.

  “You look deep in thought,” Mel says, coming over to me.

  “I am. I’ve just discovered what I want to get Simon for Christmas, but I know Linda will be away from the 21st of December until mid-January, so do you think you could take Charlotte for a night during that period?”

  “You want to get my brother something kinky for Christmas,” she guesses.

  I blush. “Yeah.”

  “Sure, I’ll have Charlotte. How about the week before? Does that sound good?”

  I nod. “It’s perfect.”

  Now I absolutely can’t wait for Christmas to come to see what Simon thinks of his gift. I only hope he likes it and doesn’t think it’s corny.

  Simon

  I’m sitting in my home office, reading my way through a stack of files that I brought home with me from work. Since Billington is closed until January 5th, I thought I could get some work done while at home. It’s been a rather great day, as Mel came over today to pack Charlotte a bag and take her for the evening. Though, I did get the hint that Aria had something to do with it. I hear movement upstairs above my head and look up to the ceiling.

  What is she up to?

  She banned me from coming anywhere near our room this afternoon, saying she was cleaning it up. I’ll admit, since she’s practically moved in, I’ve gotten used to the sight of her makeup on the counter, shampoo in the shower, and her clothes strewn across my closet when she can’t find something to wear. I hear footsteps on the stairs, and as I glance in the direction, Aria descends. She’s wearing a red silk robe tied together, and as she walks lower down, I see the robe isn’t tied that tightly, since her bra is on show for me. Red and lacy, it makes her tits look huge.

  “What do you think?” she asks.

  “I love it, honey, but what is all this?” I ask, as she walks over to stand in front of me.

  “Well, I have a special Christmas surprise for you upstairs, and I’d like you to come see it.” She takes my hand and tugs me out of my seat. She begins to climb the stairs and removes the robe, letting it drop down. I look up, and just about fall down the steps. Her lingerie is sheer. There’s nothing to the panties at all.

  Good God! What has she got planned?

  As I walk into our room, she’s lit candles and the lights are low. On the bed, I see a couple of items—my tie from the other night, what appears to be a couple’s sex toy, and some strawberry sauce.

  “Is this your way of telling me you want to play with me?” I prompt as I turn to face her.

  She seems jittery with excitement rather than nerves. “Well, my ultimate gift is I really want you to lick me down there and tie me up today. But not to the headboard, just around my wrists.”

  I blink at her for a moment. I can’t believe she’s doing this for me. Of all the things I thought this was, I didn’t realise she actually wants me to lick her.

  “Simon, I’m sorry. If you think this is dumb, then–”

  I lift her into my arms, pressing my lips to hers while I slide my hands up and down her body.

  “This isn’t dumb. This is the most romantic thing you could possibly do for me. I’m just wondering where the hell I begin with you,” I say. “I think I might start with this lingerie. It’s so damn sexy. Where the hell did you buy it?”

  “Online,” she replies with a light giggle. I remove the bra and tug her nipple into my mouth as she groans and arches against me. I suckle until I can’t breathe, and I pull my mouth away to devour her with my eyes. I spin her around to lie her down on the bed, leaning over her as she hikes my shirt up. “That’s better.” She runs her hands down over my ches
t, and I groan as I slide mine down over the flimsy material she calls panties to rub her clit.

  “Fuck me, baby. How long have you been thinking about this? You’re fucking soaked,” I murmur, kissing a trail down her body.

  She moans as I reach her panties, ripping them in two; the material is that light.

  “Babe, I liked those,” she complains.

  “I’ll buy more,” I reply as I kiss lower. She hesitates a little, before relaxing her legs and letting me in.

  I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m not going to make it easy on her, but she will come on my tongue more than once. Her pussy is mine.

  She is mine.

  Aria

  He’s teasing me, not going straight for my pussy, instead licking a trail between my leg and core. He brings his thumb around to stroke my clit, sending a delicious shiver up my body.

  “Si… please,” I beg.

  “Uh-uh, baby. I’m going to pleasure you until you can’t take it anymore,” he warns, his warm breath coating my flesh. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I moan. He devours me with his entire mouth. I can barely breathe with what he’s doing to me. His tongue darts into my entrance then back out, over and over. Holy hell, he’s fucking eating me alive. I let myself be carried away as I rub myself against him, trying to get the friction against my clit that I need. He sucks it into his mouth as my legs begin to shake around his head.

  I’m going to come, and I can’t stop it. My heart suddenly begins to race, and I try to crawl away, suddenly afraid he’s going to be like Lance. Almost as if he senses my fear, he pulls his mouth off me, replacing it with two fingers inside me.

  “Come on, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he says, finding his usual rhythm. My orgasm washes over me, my stomach clenching as I moan loudly while grinding against him. He pulls his fingers out, opting to suck them clean before he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, erotic and romantic.