Free Indelible by Jove Belle

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    “We live in Portland. There are only two or three places where jeans and a blouse wouldn’t be good enough.” Portland was the land of Tevas and dreadlocks. Even in the dead of winter, shorts—combined with thermals on top—were commonplace. Wearing long jeans in the summer was considered dressing up. “Besides, she said to dress casual.”
    “Don’t you want to impress her?” Tori bordered on whiny.
    “What do you think I should wear?”
    Tori bounced to the closet and pulled out a light summer dress. “This,” she said victoriously.
    “You realize Luna will probably wear leather pants. Is a dress really the right complement?” Angie let herself dwell on that thought for a moment. Luna in her born-to-be-bad leather outfit and her in her girl-next-door skirt. It was a nice visual. “Okay, dress it is.”
    “Yes!” Tori tugged at Angie’s shirt with such fervor Angie almost forgot why her best friend was trying to get her naked.
    “I can do it.” She wrenched the fabric away from Tori in fear that she’d pop the buttons off completely.
    “You have to put your hair up.” Tori moved on to her next point of attack before Angie could finish changing.
    “I’ll make you leave if you don’t settle down.” Angie dropped her pants and stepped out of them.
    “No, you can not wear that underwear.” Tori looked horrified.
    Angie regarded herself in the mirror. It’d been so long since she’d gone on a date she’d completely overlooked her lingerie. Last year’s boy-cut briefs and industrial bra really weren’t sexy. Tori dug through her underwear drawer and re-emerged a moment later waving a matching dark blue set like a victory banner.
    “Put these on.”
    “Bossy much?” For all her grumbling, Angie was grateful for Tori’s presence. Tori dated. She thought about things like shaving her legs and wearing the right panties.
    Underwear changed, Angie squirmed as the string part of the G-string settled in her ass crack. No wonder this had been lost at the back of the drawer. The bra wasn’t any better. The underwire, while doing a fabulous job keeping her breasts pointed the right direction, was also digging into her left boob like a small animal furrowing out a place to sleep for the night. She wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position—but no. The underwire was determined.
    “You look good.” Tori’s eyes were glazed and her voice breathier than normal.
    Angie knew Tori didn’t want her. Tits and ass turned her on no matter who they were attached to. Once she pointed out a nun with a wink and a nudge. All Angie saw was habit and piousness. “Knock it off. I don’t have time for your lust-filled thoughts. Tell me how to keep this from poking me.”
    Tori blinked. “You don’t.”
    Angie gave it one last tug and resigned herself to a night of wanting out of her clothes. “At least it distracts me from the permanent wedgie my panties are giving me.”
    Angie slipped the dress over her head and stepped into the shoes Tori handed her. Tori then spent twenty minutes worrying Angie’s hair into a loose pile on the back of her head. Angie could have achieved the same look in thirty seconds, but she didn’t tell Tori that.
    “Looks nice.” Tori fingered the loose strands hanging at the side of her face. “Now, makeup.”
    The reflective moment over, Tori brusquely applied it to Angie’s face with the careful efficiency of a professional.
    Angie felt like a French whore and wanted to scrub her face. Her skin couldn’t breathe. “Are you sure I need all this?”
    “Stop complaining.” Tori spun her around to face the mirror. “Look.”
    “Wow.” It’d been too long since Angie had taken this much time. She’d forgotten about the wonders of Maybelline. “I look beautiful.”
    “Sweetie, you always look beautiful.” Tori squeezed Angie’s shoulders. “Tonight you look like a movie star.”
    They stared for a few moments too long and Angie had a flash of panic. She’d