She tries to snatch the pack again, but my arm is much too long.
“Are you going to be good?” I tease.
She giggles, and the sound brings me to my knees. “Let me seeeeeee.” She rises onto her knees. She’s so fucking cute in her nightie with her messy hair and dimples.
I like this banter, so I keep the package out of her reach, though I do hold out my other hand to make sure she doesn’t fall off the couch. I certainly wouldn’t want her to fall and make her broken arm worse.
Finally, I relent and hand her the package.
She looks at me suspiciously before ripping it open and pulling out the three bras. Her eyes roll. “They’re so thin. Have you never heard of padding? These are like what girls get in sixth grade when they don’t really need a bra yet.”
I grin. “Welcome to age play, Little one. Now, do you want to put that dress on or not?”
She surprises me by tossing everything to the side, monkey-climbing onto my lap, and straddling me. She sets her forearms on my shoulders—one bulky in its brace and one tiny. “What if I’m not ready to wear something like that yet?”
I hold her waist. “Then you don’t wear it, honey. Simple as that.”
“What if I put it on and then change my mind?”
“Then I’ll help you change into something that makes you more comfortable, June. I might ask you to try different things to see how you feel about them, but I’ll never force you into anything. And I’ll never ever interfere with your job. I wouldn’t demand that you do anything that makes you uncomfortable when you’re working.”
She toys with the neckline of my T-shirt before scooting closer, kissing me, and hugging me around the neck with her good arm. Her pussy presses against my cock. There’s no way she’s not aware of my shaft against her panties.
When she leans back, her cheeks are pink, and she looks chagrined. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
She points down between us. “For…that.”
I chuckle. “Never be sorry for making me hard, Little one. It’s unavoidable anyway.”
“I didn’t mean to, uh…”
I cup her cheeks and kiss her. “I know you didn’t, honey. Stop fretting. It’s fine. Now, what will it be? Dress or no dress?”
“Dress,” she declares.
I lift her onto her feet, gather everything we just opened, and nod toward the bedroom. “Let’s go get you ready. How many hours do you have to work tonight?”
“Four. I have two classes.”
“What time do you start?”
“Four. I’ll have a half-hour break in the middle.”
“Okay. I’ll set you up in the kitchen again. While you’re working, I’ll build some of the furniture in your office. Tomorrow, you can work in there.”
She must be feeling better because she skips alongside me. Skips. I love it.
I sit on the edge of the bed, strip my girl naked, and help her into lavender panties and a bra that matches before adding the dress. I guide her into the bathroom and settle her on the bench seat in front of the vanity so I can brush out her hair.
“Can you pin it up or pull it into a ponytail?” she asks.
“I can certainly try.”
“Thanks. I don’t usually leave it down like this, but there’s no way I can style it with one working hand.”
I open the drawer on the vanity where we put several of her hair and hygiene things.
