Becky is the twenty year old daughter of Tyler’s neighbors. Tyler moved out of the city a couple of years ago. He bought a few acres of land and built a small house, a cabin if you will. Becky, her three younger sisters, and their older parents live on a large farm adjoining his land. Even though they are each others closest neighbor their houses are almost a half mile apart and they don’t see each other very often. Over the past two years they have talked rarely. Mostly it’s just a wave when they meet on the small country road they share. They help each other when needed. Tyler helped Becky’s father load his hay when the rain came sooner than expected. Her father helped him cut up some trees after a bad wind storm. Becky’s parents are very reserved and old fashioned, about as close to being Amish as you can be without driving a horse and buggy. Tyler thinks her family must feel sorry for the bachelor living down the road since they bring him food all the time. A homemade cobbler, pie, or fresh vegetables from their garden often appear on his porch by the door. Actually the older daughters fight among themselves to see who gets to bring the food and maybe to catch a look at the good looking 'stranger' next door. Since they are neighborly but not very close Tyler was surprised when Rebecca approached him with her request.
“Why me Becky? I’m almost twenty years older than you are. Why don’t you ask one of your friends?”
“I was home schooled so I don’t know many boys except the ones from Church and there is no way I could ask them. I don’t know any boys at the community college well enough to talk to let alone ask to be my pretend husband” she said while staring at her feet like a shy little girl. Which she is not. Shy, yes, but not a little girl. Becky may not know the boys at the college well enough to talk to them but it’s a safe bet they have tried to talk to her. Even with no makeup and wearing plain dresses it’s hard to not notice Becky.
Tyler knew this had to very important to her. This was more than she had said to him in the entire time he lived here. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Her look of surprise and joy quickly clouded when he added “On one condition, you let me buy you a new dress to wear.” It took a while but he finally convinced her his ‘wife’ should have a proper dress. She agreed and had Tyler meet her at the store the morning of the seminar. Her parents didn’t know she was going or that she would be skipping classes to do so. Tyler beat her to the store so he could show the sales woman which dresses he preferred. The choice was delicate. Too revealing, which basically meant revealing at all, and she would not wear it. He had never seen her in a dress shorter than mid-calf. He picked out two dresses, both similar styles with buttons down the front, not too clingy but tight enough to show her lean but farm-toned body. He picked out two, one a little above the knee and one much shorter. He told the sales woman to strongly encourage them. If Becky still refused he would have to insist but he did not want to play that card until he had to. He felt certain the sad story he had told the sales woman Becky’s chance to make an ex-boyfriend jealous combined with the large tip he had given would be enough to motivate her. If Becky chose the shorter dress, great, but he was counting on using the shorter one to make the other more appealing. He also told the sales woman to recommend new lingerie just in case she was wearing something from the Sears and Roebuck Spinster‘s Security Line of lingerie. Something thin and sexy, to make her feel more confident around the ‘ex‘. It took some convincing on the part of the sales lady but Becky chose the longer dress and according to the receipt, new bra and panties. Then she raised a fuss when he insisted on buying shoes. He told her a few pies, cobblers, and a couple jars of her mama’s strawberry jam and they would be even. As planned the woman at the make-up counter applied a ‘sample’ to Becky. Just the bare minimum. A little on the lips, a touch around her eyes. Perfect. “Okay Rebecca, let’s go to the seminar.”
“Rebecca? Why did you call me Rebecca? No one uses my full name unless I’m in trouble.”
He pointed to her reflection in the glass door as they walked out. “I came in here with Becky but I’m leaving with Rebecca.” Becky had to admit she did look different in this dress. It didn't fit like the ones her mama made. Her daddy would die if he saw her in it.
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Becky was nervous and couldn't stop fidgeting on the ride to community center were the seminar was being held. She was either trying to pull the hem of her dress down to make it longer or crossing her arms to cover her breasts. All of which amused Tyler. Pulling her dress just had the effect of making it seem to fit tighter. Her breasts were totally lost in her usual dresses but they were a bit more obvious in this one. She did not have large breasts but they were bigger than Tyler had originally thought. He decided the French saying about the perfect breast being just enough to fill a champagne glass applied to Becky. Either the new dress or new bra or combination of both also had another benefit. Tyler could see her nipples when they got hard. His noticing is what caused her cross her arms. When she crossed her arms he would shift his attention to her legs and she would try to stretch the dress again. It was a vicious cycle the whole trip. After they had parked and gotten out of the car he stopped her. “Just one more thing” he said as he brushed back a stray strand of her hair from her face. He quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress and knelt down to unbutton two on the bottom.
“Whaa..? Stop! Don’t! What are you doing?” she yelled as her hands flew to her dress and nimble fingers quickly refastened the buttons. “Why did you do that?”
“As soon as everyone sees us,“ he said “older man and younger woman, they will think the same thing. The only reason a beautiful young woman like you would be with an older man like me is ‘money’. Old sugar daddy has gone out and got himself a trophy wife. Well, If I have to pretend to be your husband, and everyone it going to think you are my trophy wife, I am going to show you off and make every man in the place wish he were me.”
“Trophy wife? Me?” Becky was stunned. “You are out of you mind. No way could I be a trophy wife.”
“Maybe not Becky, but Rebecca damn sure could be. So here is the deal, if you want me to walk through that door the price is four buttons. It would be shame to get this close and not go in but it‘s up to you.”
She looked at him then at the building where the seminar was being held. He barely heard ‘okay’ as she put her head down, the red of embarrassment creeping into her face, as she fumbled with the buttons.
Once inside Tyler was surprised to see it was not a classroom or lecture hall type setting. Some people were sitting in small informal groups. Others wandered around looking at various displays and booths, all promoting the latest in how to improve couples dynamics. It was more like a trade show. They followed the flow of people around the room. As they stopped to look as the first display Tyler slipped his arm around Becky’s waist. She stiffened and looked up at him. “You are my wife, right? This is what husbands do with their wives. Put their arms around them, touch them, hold their hands.” “Oh, yeah” Becky said and relaxed a little. She had to remember they were supposed to be married. “Just wait until I kiss you” Tyler said. Becky looked to see if he was joking but he pretended to be busy reading a brochure. “Come on darling” he said while taking her hand “let’s mingle.“
It seemed to her Tyler was enjoying being a good ‘husband’. He was friendly with the other people as he led her around the show. He would act interested and ask questions when they stopped a booth. When they talked with other couples he would introduce her as 'my Rebecca'. He made up stories about how they met and about their married life. And he was always touching her. His hand on the small of her back. Rubbing the back of her arm. Holding her hand. Standing very close with his body touching hers. As they stood at one of the bigger displays Tyler's hand drifted down her back and onto her bottom. She jumped a little and turned to face him only to see him grin.
"I think we could make a good couple if you would only learn to relax a little. Be more Rebecca and less Becky" He said.
She did not know what he meant by that and tried to change the subject. "Let's join one of the discussion groups" she said.
"Okay" Replied Tyler "but that will cost extra." Tyler look into her confused eyes. "Two more buttons. One top and one bottom." When she started to complain he simply held up a finger. "This is your first lesson in couple dynamics. You either choose to do what I tell you or you don't. You are either Rebecca or Becky" Becky was still not sure what he meant by being Rebecca or Becky but she did recognize the tone of his voice, one not to be questioned. She dropped her eyes like a scolded child and loosened two more buttons.
They joined one of the little groups where someone named Art was loudly expounding on his theories of how a couples should behave. Whenever someone started to make a comment Art would talk over them. While they sat and listened Tyler put his hand on the inside of Becky’s leg, just above her knee. Becky jumped and gulped loud enough even Art quit talking and everyone looked at her. “Oh, I’m sorry darling” said Tyler as he removed his hand. “Are my hands cold? She hates cold hands” he said to the group. “Now there is something you could add to your list, Art. Make sure your hands are always warm.” This got a laugh from everyone, except Art. Tyler made a show of rubbing his hands together before putting one back on Becky’s leg. “Is that better, Rebecca?” “Um, yes. Yes, much better” Becky replied, thankful Tyler had given her a chance to remember she was 'married'. “Good” Tyler said as he gave leg a squeeze and then slowly rubbed her lower thigh, taking advantage of the extra undone button. As Tyler asked Art a couple of question to get the conversation going again all Becky was aware of was his hand. Not cold. Not at all. Becky had never worn a dress that showed this part of her leg and now Tyler was rubbing it. In front of all these people. She could feel the heat from his hand warming her whole body.
With the appearance of the author was still over an hour away, Tyler and Becky were sampling the hors d’oeuvres, if that is what you can call meager portions of cheese and crackers. Tyler looked over at Art‘s group. “That Art is a real dick isn’t he?” Tyler said. “He thinks he knows everything and he bullies people who try to disagree with him. I think I might just go over there and kick his ass.”
“Tyler! What’s got into you? Would you actually do that?” Becky exclaimed as her eyes grew big.
“No, he’s just another asshole but the more I think about him The madder I get” Tyler said.
"Then don't think about him."
“I can’t stop. I’m bored and there is nothing in here to distract me.” After a pause Tyler turned to Becky and said “But there is something you could do.” Becky gave him a curious look. “Three buttons.”
“What?”
“Three more buttons. That will help me get my mind of Art.”
“No”
“Four”
“I said NO”.
“Five buttons. Final offer.”
“Five? Are you crazy? That would only leave one button. Do you think I am going to walk around here with only one button holding this dress together?" Becky said as she reflexively grabbed at the front of her dress.
“You wouldn’t have to walk around here. We could find a private spot somewhere. A place where no one else could see.” Becky just stared at him. “Alright.” Tyler said with an edge to his voice. "Go to the bathroom. Take off your bra and panties. Put them in this little bag with the brochures and samples of essential oils. I won’t be bored anymore.”
Becky's mouth dropped open and she stared hard at Tyler, not believing what she had heard. She was shocked he would suggest such a thing but at the same time she felt heat running through her. The same heat she felt when his hand was on her leg or when he rubbed her lower back, a little lower than proper.
“Are you Becky, the shy little girl or are you Rebecca, a woman who makes her man happy? Go. Now.”
She grabbed the bag and started toward the bathroom. She couldn’t explain why she was doing this. Being naked underneath her dress. She had never even considered doing something like this. Just the thought was filling her with dread, with shame. She felt the heat increase.
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Tyler looked at her . Taking it all in. The dazed look on her red face. How she kept her eyes down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, afraid they all knew she was naked underneath her dress. Her nipples straining against the fabric.
She had buttoned all the buttons.
“Rebecca.” When she didn’t look at him Tyler gently lifted her chin until she was looking into his eyes. “No one knows you are completely naked underneath your dress. Except for me.” He was surprised she could get any redder. “You don’t look any different. You only feel different. It’s a new sensation for you but you will soon walk with more confidence. More power. And you owe me seven buttons.”
“I. Do. Not. That was the deal. I took off my underwear so I don’t owe you buttons.”
“True, but some of those buttons were already mine. You undo them or I will.”
"It was six. Six buttons were yours. Not seven!"
"True, but you stole my buttons and stealing is bad. When you are bad you have to punished. This time your punishment is an extra button. Now there was fire in her eyes as she undid four buttons at the top and three at the bottom. Good, thought Tyler, I like a little fire. She turned her back to him. Ignoring him when he tried to talk to her. Her mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe she was standing here barely dressed. Over half of her buttons were undone. What did he mean by ‘this time’?
Time to warm up this cold shoulder before it gets too cold thought Tyler. He stepped close behind her, pulled her hair and held it in one hand, pulling her head back . He slipped his other arm around her, his hand on her stomach, his lips hovering at her ear. Becky could feel his warm breath on her ear, smell his cologne. In a quiet whisper he said “Do you know why I am doing this?” She tried to shake her head but he was holding her hair tight. ”No’ she quietly whispered. Her dress was unbuttoned almost to her navel and she was afraid he would slip his hand inside. He pulled her tightly against him. His hand moved a little and she felt the tips of his fingers on her skin inside the dress. A tremor ran through her. He whispered in her ear “Because you want me to.” Then he softly kissed her neck just below her ear, still holding her hair to keep her from moving. And again a little lower. Then he took her arm and led her back into the crowd.
They mingled some more. Talking and sipping punch, occasionally Tyler would wipe his lips with a napkin. Whenever Tyler looked at her Becky felt as if he was seeing through her dress. He would scan her from head to toe and back as if she were standing in front of him naked. Then it hit her. It was a red napkin he was using. She look as Tyler raised it to his lips. He watched her as he not only wiped his lips but held it to his nose and inhaled. Becky’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp. It was not a napkin but her new panties. The saleswoman had talked her into them even though she had never had panties so colorful. Or so small. And he was using them to wipe his lips! She felt heat flush her face and she felt heat where her panties should be. When Tyler saw her reaction he smiled and lead her to one of the display tables. They were on the back side with the table between them and the rest of the room. Becky stood with her back to the table and faced Tyler. “What are you doing with those?” she demanded.
“I bought them, I can play with them. You‘re not using them” He replied with an evil grin. “I look forward to seeing how they look on you.” Before she could reply he thrust his hand between her legs and slid it up until he could feel her pubic hair touch the edge of his finger. “What I really want to know is if you taste as delicious as you smell.” He removed his hand with a wink and said “Come on dear Rebecca, we should get in line to meet this famous author.”
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As they stood in the slow moving line, Becky was in a daze. She couldn’t believe the things that had happened. That she had done. She was not wearing a bra or panties. Half of the buttons on her short dress were undone. Tyler had touched just about every part of her. Her nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds and it was obvious to anyone who looked. And she was very aroused. Wet. So wet she was afraid it would run down her legs. She almost didn’t hear Tyler when he asked about her skirt. “What? My skirt? What about my skirt?”
“Do you think your parents will like your new skirt.”
“NO. Noooo. My parents will not see this skirt. I cannot wear this home. You can have it to keep with my…other things.” she said.
“So you are saying you father wouldn’t approve?” Tyler asked in a concerned voice.
“No. No, he would not like it all.” She replied in a concerned voice of her own. “Not at all.”
“So what are you going to wear?”
“My old dress?” Becky said with some hesitation.
“Your old dress is now mine. I swapped you this new dress for your old one. You have no choice but to wear this one home. Unless you want to go home naked.” Tyler said as they neared the table where the author sat. “Or we can make a deal. If we can find a private place you give me the remaining buttons. If we can’t find one you get your old dress back.”
“ALL the buttons!” she hissed. “No way. Not ALL of them.”
“That’s the deal and it is only good until we get to the front of the line.”
There was one couple in line ahead of them. Tyler’s big hands were on Becky’s hips as he whispered in her ear. “I need an answer before we get to the table. No answer and you wear this dress and nothing else home.”
Becky was feeling light headed. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t wear this dress home but she couldn’t undo all the buttons. She could not let him see her. Could she? Rebecca might but not Becky. Rebecca? Now he had her thinking she was Rebecca, or could be. But could she? Before she could decide the couple in front of them was stepping away from the table. “Okay, okay. It’s a deal” she told Tyler, unable to look at his face.
After a some chit chat with the author and getting an autographed copy of her new romance novel Tyler led Becky out of the large conference room and down a hallway. He opened one of several doors and led her into a small office like space. Inside was a small secretary desk and two chairs. These rooms were provided in case the users of the conference room needed to conduct interviews or other times when privacy was needed. Now was one of those times. Becky stood like a deer in the headlights. Afraid to move, afraid not to.
“I am changing the deal” said Tyler. “What happens is up to you. You can be Becky. Button all the buttons. Take your old dress and go home. Or you can be Rebecca and undo those buttons. Not because I am making you but because you want to. You want to because it is what I want. You want me to be proud of you. Pleased with you. And the way to do that is to do what I ask you. So who are you?”
She looked at him with just a touch of defiance in her eyes as her fingers worked the buttons. At the moment she finished the last one and let the dress fall from her shoulders Rebecca knew she would do whatever he wanted.
He knew it too.
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