Pretty soon, he was so worked up he couldn't function any longer.Pretty soon, he was so worked up he couldn't function any longer. He just sat there, his wide eyes drowning in the depths of her bosom. She cleared her throat, causing her breast flesh to jiggle, but also shaking Larry from his reverie. He looked up into Dorothy's eyes, and saw immediately that she knew he'd been staring at her breasts. "Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried, quickly turning white, then red, as he dropped his head in shame. "I'm stupid! stupid! stupid!" he thought to himself. "I shouldn't start at her like a maniac! She'll throw me out, or have me arrested!" "What's wrong, Larry," she solicited, reaching down and taking his sweaty hand between hers. "I'm sorry, Miss Glamis," he said, the tears starting to flow. "I was staring at your titties ... I mean ... Oh, Jeeze! I'm sorry! I ..." "Calm down, sweetheart!" she cooed, smoothing his hair. "It's all right, I understand!" Between sobs, he managed to look up, again. Her friendly smile reassured him. "You mean, you're not mad at me?" "Just because you think I'm pretty? You can't help looking at me when I wear something this nice. I wore this just for you, Larry. It makes me feel very feminine when a young man admires my appearance. Do you think I'm pretty, Larry?" "Oh, God, Miss Glamis! You're the prettiest woman in the world!" She smiled disbelievingly, coaxing another complement from him. "No, really! You're the prettiest woman I ever knew. Ever! You're even prettier than Mrs. Hampton, that used to teach seventh grade math, and all the guys said she musta been a movie star, once!" "I'm sorry if it disturbs you when my arm touches yours, but that always happens when we play duets." "No, that's OK!" he protested. "I think it feels neat." "Really?" "Really!" he enthused. "It so soft, and slidey, and ... you know!" "I certainly do! It's wonderful to be a girl and feel pretty clothes against your skin all day. |