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  Little red dress 
 by phineyj  

 When I get home, Wilson is already passed out on my couch, snoring like a
truck downshifting on the highway. I ponder briefly whether there's a
simpler reason why his wives always leave him, than his problems with
commitment. I sure as hell can't put up with his snoring for many more
nights. 

I go into my bedroom and shut the door, which muffles the sound somewhat.
I pull my tux off and lie down on the bed but closing my eyes doesn't
help. All I can see behind my eyelids is a memory movie of her in that
damn red dress, playing on a loop. I turn round, I see her, I wait for her
to drop her gaze, and she stares straight back, like she can tell all my
secrets, read everything I really think about her. I am an open book to
her; I feel her cataloguing my expressions, my reactions. 

I mentally add the picture to my Cameron show reel, which includes...how
she looked in her dark suit, the day I interviewed her...her ass in the
jeans she wore when we went to the monster trucks...the pink shirt she
wore when I was drinking with Death Row Guy...and a few other choice
selections from the last year. 

It's become a ritual before I go to sleep. I lie on the bed, take a
Vicodin, call up one of those pictures...and, well you can guess. I'm hard
already, thinking about how her tits looked spilling out of her strapless
top. Don't think she had a bra on. Underwear...I'm thinking a thong. A
black, lacy thong. One that just skims her hips. 

I imagine the door creaks open and she walks in. When did she get so bold?
I remember how easy it was to make her blush when I first met her. If she
only knew the hours I spend, at the piano, on the bike, messing about on
the PlayStation, thinking up lines to use on her. Anything to get a
reaction. It's getting harder lately; she's playing me at my own game.
It's my own fault; she's had just enough Greg House exposure now to become
resistant. 

Over to the bed she comes, kicking off her high heels on the way. My, what
big eyes you have Dr Cameron. Gonna kiss the big bad wolf? She hitches her
dress up slowly, and crawls up the bed, giving me a view straight down her
cleavage. I palm my cock, imagining it is her small hand doing it. She
starts to work me with a firm, smooth stroke and takes my balls in her
other hand, squeezing gently. 

I wish she would go down on me, and because this is my fantasy, she does.
She burns like the morning sun as she swipes the head of my cock with
smooth, wet passes of her tongue. I can smell her perfume - she doesn't
normally wear any; her scent is normally a mixture of lavender shower gel
and the mousse she uses on her hair - but tonight she has used something
new; I don't know the name of it.

I can feel the familiar tightening in my balls, and I thrust upwards into
her welcoming mouth, imagining the silky fabric of the dress pooling
around me as I come hard in waves into her warm wetness. 

When I finally open my eyes, she is gone, of course. The room smells of
nothing more than alcohol and fresh spunk and the familiar pain in my
thigh returns with a vengeance. I disentangle myself from the bed sheets,
and look down at the floor, where my abandoned tux jacket is a pool of
inky blackness. I imagine how it would look tangled up with the red fabric
of the dress. In your dreams, Greg, I think, and drift off to sleep.  
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