Sorry for posting late, I've been busy and all, but I'll post tomorrow :)
"How about this?" Louis asked, as he pulled out a yellow sundress, holding it up to frame my figure. I was out shopping for my vacation in Mexico next week, and Louis wanted to tag along. To be honest, even though he was my best friend and told me everything, I had thought he was becoming gay. With his sense of fashion, the clothes he was wearing, and with the way he was strutting, I was starting question his sexuality.
"Um, yeah, sure, whatever." I said, as my thoughts had distracted me from paying attention to what he was holding up, waiting for my reaction.
"Alright, whats up, I can tell something’s been bothering you." Louis admitted, as his crystal blue eyes pierced into mine. I’ve always had a huge crush on Louis, and it wasn’t that I didn’t accept gays, but if he was gay then that would mean that I had no chance with him, leaving me a bit disappointed.
"Are you gay?" I blurted out, clapping my mouth over my hand as I realized what I just said. His orbs suddenly clouded over with anger, as I watched his goofy grin wipe off his face.
"What makes you think that?" spat out Louis, glaring at me, the anger visible on his facial expression.
"Well, straight guys don’t exactly know what color brings out my eyes." I responded, with no emotion, as I studied his facial expressions. His eyebrows were furrowed, and confusion swam through his eyes, with anger occasionally flickering through them.
Suddenly, Louis grabbed the yellow sundress off the rack, and gripped my hand tightly, pulling me by the arm towards the dressing room, causing me to yelp in surprise. A young teenager with obviously dyed black hair stood in front of the rooms, with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"How many items?" she asked, as her eyes trailed over to her nails, as she inspected them carefully, obviously not caring that 1/5th of One Direction was standing right in front of her.
"One." grunted Louis, rolling his eyes, making it obvious he was in a bad mood.
The teenager handed out a plastic card with the number ‘1’ printed on it. Louis dragged me over to the nearest fitting room, and hung the plastic card on the door. He opened the door, and shoved me in, as he threw the dress on the floor. When he entered the room, he closed the door, and narrowed his eyes at me.
"Let me show you how gay I really am."
With these couple of words, I was slammed against the wall, causing the whole fitting room to shake, as he smashed his lips against mine, our lips moving together in sync. His hands roamed my body, making me shiver in delight. His tongue grazed the bottom of my lip, as he begged for entrance, and I gladly let him in, as our tongues battled for dominance.
In the end, he won, and his tongue started exploring my mouth, his fingers rubbing circles on my back. We pulled back a couple seconds later, as we gasped for breath, our breathing patterns short and irregular. His blue eyes were filled with lust and desire, as he eyed me up and down. Before I knew what was happening, Louis had started undressing me, first taking off my shirt, bra, and then waist high shorts. When it came to my panties, he threw me on the bench, before using his teeth to slowly pull down my underwear. I was getting wetter by the second, as Louis had managed to turn me on to the very extreme.
"Who made you this wet?" whispered Louis seductivley, cocking his head to the side.
"You." I stated, looking away from him.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me who." demanded Louis, as cockily grinned.
"You did Lou, you did." I whispered, as our orbs met each others.
He eyed me lustfully, before inserting two fingers, pumping faster and faster by the second. Louis had locked eyes with me the entire time he had his fingers in me, watching my facial expression. I’m sure it was somewhere between pleasurable and startled, I honestly was shocked at where Louis had ‘learned’ these things. I let a few moans slip from my mouth, but not loud enough for others to hear. Louis glared at me, as more moans escaped from my lips.
"Don’t. Say. A. Fucking. Word. We’re going to get caught." Louis hissed, as he inserted another finger and pumped faster, as he pleasured me.