His right arm was draped across my hip, but other than that we weren't touching.His right arm was draped across my hip, but other than that we weren't touching. But, the movement I had felt was a snuggling as Rod insinuated his body against mine. I could feel him pressing against my rear. I was frightened. What if he woke and thought I had arranged myself this way? I tried to roll out from under his arm but it got heavier and his muscles tensed. "You don't have to move unless you want to, Jo," he murmured. "Umh," I grunted back, trying to sound as sleepy as possible. Now what.if I didn't move? I'd be telling him something about me that I wasn't certain of myself. If I did move I'd not have a chance to, well, to find out what I could about my private thoughts and feelings. It felt like it was up to me. I stirred but made no clear effort to get free. "Do you want to move away," he asked in the same low voice. "I don't know, I guess, ...I guess I don't know," I stammered. "I guess it doesn't matter as long as you're comfortable," I said, trying to put it back on him. "Do you think it's wrong to get cozy like this," he asked directly. "Jeez, no, I mean we're both adults and..." I jitterbugged. "If I'm unattractive to you I can understand why you'd...." "No, it's not that, you're a good looking guy, it's not that at all," I hastened to assure my guest. "Have you ever relaxed and just felt good about being comfortable and cozy with someone," he asked putting it in direct terms again. "A man, that is." "Well, you see I...." "Have you ever spent quiet time with a man," he persisted "It isn't something I, uh, ..." "But you think it's o.k. to give it a try?" "Well, you have to understand that. |