My growing attitude of 'what the hell, why not' got me into all this that night when he visited me in Chicago and I agreed to leave and to go with the List.My growing attitude of 'what the hell, why not' got me into all this that night when he visited me in Chicago and I agreed to leave and to go with the List. It led me to take the next steps last night, when I said to myself 'what the hell, what will it hurt to give him what he wants and remove my pubic hair,' and later, 'what the hell, I'll follow through with the whole bargain and live the part, what difference will a month make?' Besides, I really wanted so much to belong to him, and for him to want me to belong to him. So anyway, I said 'Yes.' Okay? At that word, I felt him relax behind me, and I knew he had been relieved to hear the answer. I relaxed too, not because I was re- lieved, but because I liked leaning back into him, letting him enclose me in his arms. Still standing behind me, he ran his hands over my body, up over my breasts, lightly caressing my nipples through the filmy cotton, down my front and between my legs. I moaned and pushed against his hand, trying to send him the message: I am ready. He caressed more firmly: I was getting wet again. He put one hand on my front between my legs and one behind, exploring both halves of me through the flimsy cloth. Again my breath was becoming ragged. I turned in his arms and asked, "Now can we...?" I had been in various states of arousal all through the evening. So had he, but he was in control and he wasn't going to let it end yet. |