My eyes never left his.My eyes never left his. I could feel my breasts hanging down between my arms as I pulled the pants down to my ankles and then off. Funny the everyday things you can suddenly become acutely aware of. The tile floor was freezing on my bare feet. When I stood upright I was chilled despite the fire. I began shivering; I think it was mostly (but not totally) the cold. I held the clothes to the front of my lower body with one hand, trying to cover and warm myself. I hugged my breasts with my other arm. My nipples were erect again, and I was shivering with cold and, once again, embarrassment. He was still fully dressed, remember. "Drop the clothes," he said. This time, voluntarily, I put my arms at my sides, leaving myself uncovered. Suddenly the cold was real. I was shivering violently, but forced myself to stand erect and face him squarely, keeping my eyes on his. I had lost the sense of benign detachment. There is nothing like physical discomfort to do that for you. I was no longer a third party in the room, floating and watching two strangers act out a scene in a play. I was totally focused on keeping control of my shivering body. It was stupid. I should have given in and told him I was too cold, but I could see that he knew. I could have asked; he was probably waiting for me to, but I wanted to prove something to him--I don't know what, but something, and it meant standing there as long as I could. Silly. Silly and stubborn. He smiled a little; his eyes left mine and trav- elled slowly down my twitching body. My jaw was clenched to stop my teeth from chattering, because they would have. My hands were fists at my sides, arms and legs stiff, stomach muscles tense with effort. His eyes lingered on my hairless sex, which by now was covered in goose bumps: I'm sure I looked like a plucked chicken. His gaze travelled back up my body to my face. I was on the edge of losing control. Suddenly he stood, stepped over to me, and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. He carried me down a hall and into his bedroom. Blessed warmth! The room was such a relief! It seemed almost hot after the living room. He put me on the bed and told me to get under the covers. I got up on my knees on the bed and crouched to pull back the comforter; I was shivering so violently it took me two tries to grasp the covers and pull them back. |