If Bill’s fears about Paul’s intentions on prom night were assuaged by talk of the dress Paul was planning to buy Cindy, that was simply because Bill wasn’t listening. His assumption that Paul’s interest in the dress signaled that he was in some way less than masculine couldn’t have been further from the truth. Paul’s interest in the dress was purely sexual; he meant to set a mood, to put Cindy in a mindset that would have sex at the forefront of her thoughts.

This was lost on Bill, who heard “dress” and immediately tuned out the conversation. It was not lost on Cindy. Unlike Bill, she listened to every word of the detailed description that Paul gave. And in doing so, she found herself nearly overcome by competing and contradictory emotions. Though she only nodded her head as Paul described it, her thoughts were in a whirl. The dress Paul described was scandalous, and oh, so sexy. It would be completely inappropriate, but so was a twenty four year old married woman being a date for a high school dance. What had Bill said, that having Cindy as his date would make Paul an object of envy? She knew that wearing that dress would certainly make that a reality. Every eye would be upon her, she knew, at their arrival, and throughout the night. The thought gave her a thrill, until another thought crowded it out, Yes, Cindy, every eye will be upon you, because you’ll be dressed like a slut.

With that thought, the thought that people would view her as a slut, Cindy had made up her mind. She was just about to demure, to tell Paul she couldn’t possibly wear that dress, when Bill interrupted, “I’m sure whatever you get for Cindy will be beautiful, Paul, and she’ll be thrilled to wear it.”

Cindy was horrified. Had Bill just promised Paul she would wear the dress? She now tuned out of the conversation between Paul and Bill, thinking only of the dress. Was Bill completely incapable of picturing the dress Paul described? Or had he not listened at all to the description? She realized that the latter was more likely, and knew she’d have to show Bill just what Paul had proposed she wear. Paul had given her the web address of the site he’d been shopping. Cindy, excused herself and left to check it out.

Still livid with Bill, Cindy made her way to the computer and typed in the website Paul had given her. As she did so, she thought, I don’t care what Bill promised, if this thing is half as scandalous as Paul made it sound I am not wearing it and that’s final.

The page that opened was not an order page, with a thumbnail as Cindy was expecting. Instead it was a full page image of the dress with an arrow that allowed the image to be rotated three hundred sixty degrees. As the page opened, Cindy’s breath caught in her throat. The fabric was stunning; sapphire blue silk that would go fabulously with her eyes and hair. There was also gorgeous bead work all along the edges. Cindy had a perfect sapphire teardrop pendant necklace with a set of matching earrings that Bill had given her to wear with her wedding dress. She hadn’t worn them since, and they would go perfectly with the dress.

Except, there was no way she could wear the dress. The colors of the fabric and beading were stunning. The cut was equally stunning, but not in a good way. No, the cut was so far beyond scandalous, Cindy had no words for it. It was a halter-style gown with a deep, plunging neckline that extended beyond her bellybutton. There was a thin strap holding the dress together just below her breasts. But she’d never be able to wear a bra of any kind. Not just cleavage, but almost all of her inner torso would be on display. In fact, she was almost sure that she’d need to buy new, lower cut panties, the so called neckline plunged so low.

The skirt portion of the dress was also scandalous, though not nearly so much so as the bodice. It’s one saving grace was that it nearly reached the floor. But in doing so, it hugged the hips tightly. So, in order to allow for movement, there was a long central slit. In fact, the distance between the bottom of the neckline and the top of the slit couldn’t have been more than eight or ten inches.

No way. There is absolutely no way I am wearing that dress. Cindy thought, then unbidden, a thought she would have said she was incapable of, I mean, I could rock it, I could have every eye at the prom on me all night. But she quickly added, But that’s not me. That’s not what a married woman does. I simply could not wear that dress.

Having made up her mind, Cindy was about to close the site and tell Bill of her decision, when she became curious about the back of the dress. So, she hit the rotate arrow, and her breath was arrested once again. The dress was a true halter, with nothing but the strap at the neck, the strap that started just below the breasts in the front, and a deep scoop wear the skirt began. It was that scoop that took Cindy’s breath away. And though she wouldn’t admit it to herself, her panties became wet

Oh my goodness, she thought, there’s 2 or 3 inches of upper cheeks and butt cleavage showing. Never mind low cut panties, I couldn’t wear panties at all with that dress. No panties, no bra, what is that boy thinking? It’s just, just….well I don’t know what it is…

She shut down the computer and went marching outside to where Paul and Bill were still talking. She had every intention to tell him off. To tell him that that kind of behavior, picking out a dress like that. Put the entire prom date in jeopardy. But, before she could say anything, Paul gave her a look so proprietary; it stopped her in her tracks and gave her goose bumps. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Didn’t you just love it?”

The denial, the admonition, the lecture she had planned to deliver, all somehow fled, as Cindy stunned herself by saying, “It’s perfect. I love it.

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