Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... than on purpose. She studied her reflection in the mirror and asked herself if she really wanted to go through with this. Her eyes watered with happy tears and her bottom lip trembled with the beginnings of a smile as she nodded to her reflection. “Yes. Absolutely, yes.” She declared to herself before turning and opening the door to go back to her room.

First thing, Deeny stepped into her sandals and then buckled the little straps on the back of each heel. Next, she slipped the dress on over her head and wriggled it down into place, turning this way and that in the mirror on the dresser. Her fidgety hands smoothed down imaginary wrinkles and fingered the ruffle like arms at her shoulders.

Satisfied with the fit and look of the dress, Deeny then set about styling her hair. Her thick dark locks would never hold the prettier hairstyles that her younger sister tended to prefer, or even those that her mother often wore. Like as not, Deeny would usually be found to be wearing a pony tail, though sometimes she actually brushed, coiled and twisted it into an updo bun with a couple of strategically placed loose strands down the sides of her face by her ears.

She wanted to look nice tonight, for Yvonne, and present her with something that she’d not seen Deeny wear before. Tonight, she decided to modify the bun and the ponytail, combining them somewhat. She gathered all of her hair, pulling it back as if to make a ponytail, and secured it with an elastic tie. Then she set ...

... about pulling the sides, teasing them out of the tie to form something akin to wings that swooped from her front scalp along the sided of her face and just over her ears. Of course, she teased out a couple of strands to hang down the sides of her face, one on each side.

Turning her head side to side to get a good look at her handiwork, Deeny smiled. She liked the way it turned out. She didn’t even need any hair spray for this style. It was light and airy, like the summer dress she wore, but refined somewhat. She thought Yvonne would like it. Deeny looked at her watch and her stomach fluttered with a thousand butterflies... it was almost time. Yvonne would be here soon.

Opening the top drawer of the dresser that Deeny shared with her sister for so many years, Deeny picked up the little blue velveteen ring box and held it in her hands... to her breast, her heart. Bringing the box to her face, she pried the lid open to peek once more at the two rings her father had made for her out of the silver coins, she had given him. They shined even in the light of her bedroom, they each had a small bow of blue ribbon. The rings were connected with that ribbon, just as Deeny was connected to Yvonne and she with Deeny.

Deeny smiled again, so much her face had to start hurting before too long she thought as she slipped the ring box into the pocket in her flowery summer dress. She looked up into the mirror again and paused. Perhaps she should put a little makeup on ... a little maybe. ...