“Just don’t tell anyone I gave you that,” she said conspiratorially handing me the bottle. “Since we’re not actually working tonight, and in celebration of your achievement, I bought a six-pack in anticipation of your getting a good grade, and as a way to surprise you,” she said with a wink and a smile.
I wasn’t sure how to take that initially. But as she sat down across from me at the table, we soon fell into an easy comfortable conversation culminating in our polishing off another beer.
“Can I use your restroom?” I asked.
I realized that in all the time I’d been coming here, I had never once needed to use it. Though in the back of my mind, I am sure I had purposely refrained from needing to do so out of some unnecessary need to honor or respect her privacy. Not that I would have snooped through her medicine cabinet or anything like that, but I didn’t want her wondering if I ever had either.
Karen smiled pointing down the hallway. “It’s kitty corner to my bedroom, next to the spare bedroom,” she stated.
I quickly headed down the hall, her bedroom door open. As I approached, I glanced in seeing the neatly made bed in her room. Though her closet doors were now shut, I saw a flashback to the time they had been open with her standing just inside them. Just before reaching the turn in the hallway, I heard her footsteps a short distance behind me. As I turned in search of the bathroom, I saw her a few steps behind.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m dying to get out of these work clothes,” she informed me.
I grinned, reaching the bathroom door. “I know what you mean,” I said trying to sound as casual about it as she had. But the excitement of knowing she’d be taking off her clothes hit me full in the face. Stepping inside the bathroom, closing the door, I waited momentarily expecting to hear the sound of her bedroom door closing. It didn’t. Inching the bathroom door open quietly and carefully, I saw that she had in fact closed it, but that a good inch or more remained open. With my heart beating wildly, and a catch in my throat making me dizzy as I stood there contemplating my next act, I tiptoed back out into the hallway towards her bedroom door.
Upon reaching it, I was careful to ensure that I didn’t accidentally bump against it while leaning closer towards the small opening to peer inside her room. At the angle where I stood, it was impossible to see her directly. But once again her vanity mirror provided me with the means to see her as she stood off to one side of the bed changing.
I watched as she quickly slipped the tight fitting sweater she’d been wearing over her head. Reaching around behind her back, she quickly managed the clasp on her bra, letting it fall almost lazily down her arms as it fell away from her breasts. Closer than I had ever been, I nearly gasped with outright appreciation for how beautiful they really were. Letting the bra fall away from her arms down onto the edge of the bed, Karen casually reached up, cupping both breasts in her hands, massaging them.
I am sure she wasn’t doing so in an effort to stimulate herself. It was more like taking a pleasurable scratch after having something so confined, being suddenly set free and needing a good rub. But when she finished doing that which took no more than a few brief moments, I then watched as she actually placed her fingers about each one of her semi-erect nipples, actually pinching them.
“Holy shit!” I thought silently to myself. That had been no subconscious movement, but a deliberate one as she actually fondled her nipples until they stood hard and inviting to my gaze.
I nearly backed away from the door, time was slipping away far too quickly for me to remain inside the bathroom much longer. But as her hand traveled down her tummy to part the waistband of her skirt before slipping down between her legs, she froze me in place as the expression on her face changed to one that I had never seen on any woman’s face before.
I’d like to have seen and observed a lot more. A hell of a lot more! But fearful that she would soon wonder what was taking me so long, I crept back as quietly as I had arrived. I quickly flushed the toilet without peeing though the urge to do so was still upon me, and made some flourish of exiting the bathroom on my way back down the hallway towards the kitchen area. A few minutes later Karen rejoined me, now dressed in her comfortable but bulky sweatpants and shirt that I had grown accustomed to seeing her in whenever she was home.
Normally we’d be hard at work sitting at her kitchen table. As it became obvious to us both that conversation had reached a lag, Karen retrieved the last two bottles of beer, then motioned for me to join her in her small but cozy living room. I accepted the beer sipping it cautiously as much more of it would again have me racing to the bathroom, which presently might be difficult for me to justify.
“Want to watch a little TV or something?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said simply taking a solitary chair adjacent to the couch she was herself sitting on.
As Karen began to flip through channels searching for something for us to watch, I noticed that periodically the remote seemed to malfunction pausing momentarily on one channel or another.
“The batteries are failing,” she explained as though reading my mind. “I knew I should have picked up some,” she added.
She continued however, where seconds later as we both sat gazing at the TV, a scene appeared of a man and woman lying in bed, naked, in a very steamy embrace. Karen fumbled with the remote, even pointing it more directly towards the TV, but there the scene remained as the couple continued their erotic coupling while we both sat there watching them. Frustrated, Karen finally stood shamefaced by her look, her expression one of embarrassment as she finally reached the TV, shutting it off.
“So much for that!” she replied trying to ease us both through what had been a very awkward moment.
Once again my nervousness and naiveté made an appearance.
“Are you seeing anyone?” I asked too close on the heels of what we’d been sitting there watching together.
As though the TV had magically turned itself back on, she glanced down towards the blank screen as though some image of the couple together had popped back on once again, causing me to ask her that particular question.
“Why do you ask?” she said wondering, only then tearing her eyes away from the screen in order to face me.
“Well for one, you’ve never mentioned having a boy friend. And two, you’re too pretty not to be.” My question had taken her by surprise. But to be honest, my asking it had taken me by surprise too. I’d certainly wondered, been curious about it. And now seeing her vulnerability, I’d caught her off guard. I hadn’t meant to purposely make her uncomfortable, that hadn’t been my intent. But in all the time we had spent together, I had never seen anything that even remotely hinted at her having any kind of relationship, nor had we ever discussed anything quite as intimate as that since the first night we had gotten together.
Bolder than I had ever been, and perhaps more so than I should be, I sat there looking at her expectantly.
She was blushing, “You really think I’m pretty?” she asked bewilderment clearly etched within her tone of voice.
“Very,” I quipped back. “Especially when you wear your hair down,” I added feeling light-headed, almost giddy.
Still obviously taken aback, embarrassed, she smiled as her hands automatically reached up behind her head undoing the ponytail she had been wearing. Seconds later she shook her head out, her hair falling in a near perfect frame around her face.
She laughed.
“It’s been a long time since anyone’s said I looked pretty,” she said demurely. “And I’ll confess to you Chad, it does feel good hearing it!”
I don’t remember having picked up my beer. But I had, realizing it and taking a long pull from the bottle as I continued to lock my eyes with hers. Sitting the bottle back down on the small corner table next to me, I was immediately reminded of my almost painful need to pee.
“I gotta go again,” I said lamely, standing up.
When I did, I saw her eyes travel down towards my crotch, drawing my own down as I followed her gaze. I was hard, painfully stiff, the bulge more than noticeably pressing against my pants. Without so much as another word by either of us, I hurriedly made my way back down the hallway towards the bathroom. Needless to say, it took several moments for me to finally be able to urinate, my mind ablaze with thoughts, feelings and sensations. By the time I had flushed the toilet, washed and dried my hands, I was confident that the almost surrealistic moment we had shared together would have passed.
She was waiting for me in the hallway outside the door to her room.
“Chad,” she said catching me by surprise. “I have a confession to make. I know you were watching me earlier from the doorway. I happened to glance up and catch movement in the hallway through my bedroom mirror.”
I hadn’t even considered the possibility that if I could see her through the mirror, that she could have also seen me. But she had. Speechless, I merely stood there open-mouthed staring at her.
She continued however without pause.
“Knowing you were standing there, watching me. It excited me Chad. I know I shouldn’t be admitting this to you, but it did. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve even been as excited as I was. And I can’t believe that I then did what I did…”
“You mean when you…”
“Yes,” she admitted, her face flushed, her breath heavy as though she was having trouble breathing.
“I didn’t know how you’d react. One part of me was wishing, willing you to come through the door. The other…well the other was wishing you would leave, which you soon did.”
She was about to say more, but I never gave her the chance. In the next instant I had crossed the short distance separating us and gathered her into my arms. A millisecond later, my lips had found hers and we stood, kissing passionately, all thought of what we were doing, and who either of us were having melted in that puddle of lust we stood making together.
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