Richard could barely afford it, and he’d taken out a colossal mortgage simply to have a showpiece of a home with which to impress wealthy donors and throw splashy parties that the local press could obsess over. “Can I take your coat?”
He looked down at his coat. “I mean, you may , but I had a gym session today and I’m wearing nothing but a jock strap underneath, so…”
I felt something heat up and then contract in my pelvic region. “Oh. That can be dealt with.”
He took a breath. “If you insist…”
An electric silence filled the room as he locked eyes with me and then began slowly slipping out of the coat. First he revealed strapping, tanned shoulders, then golden pecs and a muscled torso with a fine line of golden-brown fuzz trailing down to his bellybutton and below, and finally his jockstrap…which contained the biggest bulge I’d ever seen. Finally he removed the black mask concealing the upper part of his face, revealing model-worthy cheekbones and those luminous hazel eyes that seemed to spark even in the dark.
The coat fell to the floor and he stood totally still, his leg muscles flexing and unflexing. Honestly, I felt like I was catching a felony just by looking at him – and for some reason, I kind of liked it.
Just imagine Richard coming home and seeing this in his foyer , I thought with a devious little smile. That’d wipe the stupid smirk off his face, big time.
“Oh,” I said, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he said. He motioned at a sofa in the living room, looking nervous all of the sudden. “Would you like to, uh…would you like to get started now?”
The pause that followed was absolutely explosive.
Get started…with that boy…and that body…
I looked away – this was moving way too quickly. I needed time to get my bearings and decide how to handle this.
“No, actually, I’m sorry, but…can you please…put it back on?” I asked in a daze. “You’re beautiful and all, but I won’t be able to focus on anything except…well, you , if you stay like that. I’m sorry. Let’s just take it slow at first.”
“Alright.” Thankfully he slid back into the coat, but I did manage to get one last peek before he buttoned up. I turned for the living room, away from the massive windowpanes in my front door that Cynthia was probably staring into with binoculars at that very moment.
“Please, come sit down. Have some wine.”
I led him into my ridiculously formal living room, with its 18 th century Federal furnishings and swag curtains, all Richard’s doing. I felt Ben’s eyes on me all the while, but what was he thinking? With those looks, he’d clearly been one of the popular boys growing up, and besides Richard, I’d never really been able to catch their attention. I was always the smart, quiet girl sitting in the corner of the library, daydreaming my life away, while the volleyball girls flirted with the linebackers in the hall. Was Ben disappointed? Was I too unattractive for him, and was he still going to call the whole thing off? And did I want him to call it off?
I sat on my sofa and handed him a glass of red wine I’d already poured.
“Thanks.” He peered out of the window. “Should we be expecting anyone any time soon?” he asked, a little more nervously than I would have preferred. Wasn’t he supposed to have all this down to a science? Why was he so freaked out?
“No, it’s…just me,” I said, sounding thoroughly pathetic.
“Sweet.” He held up his glass. “Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,” he said, wincing a little. “I sincerely hope your day has been better than mine.”
“Thanks. Not a wine person?” I asked, and he looked away.
“Um, no…I’m twenty, actually. I do have a fake ID, but I usually just drink beer.”
“Oh,” I said, my eyes expanding, as I added another law I’d broken that night to the list – supplying alcohol to an underaged person. We sit in silence for a moment, and suddenly it
He looked down at his coat. “I mean, you may , but I had a gym session today and I’m wearing nothing but a jock strap underneath, so…”
I felt something heat up and then contract in my pelvic region. “Oh. That can be dealt with.”
He took a breath. “If you insist…”
An electric silence filled the room as he locked eyes with me and then began slowly slipping out of the coat. First he revealed strapping, tanned shoulders, then golden pecs and a muscled torso with a fine line of golden-brown fuzz trailing down to his bellybutton and below, and finally his jockstrap…which contained the biggest bulge I’d ever seen. Finally he removed the black mask concealing the upper part of his face, revealing model-worthy cheekbones and those luminous hazel eyes that seemed to spark even in the dark.
The coat fell to the floor and he stood totally still, his leg muscles flexing and unflexing. Honestly, I felt like I was catching a felony just by looking at him – and for some reason, I kind of liked it.
Just imagine Richard coming home and seeing this in his foyer , I thought with a devious little smile. That’d wipe the stupid smirk off his face, big time.
“Oh,” I said, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he said. He motioned at a sofa in the living room, looking nervous all of the sudden. “Would you like to, uh…would you like to get started now?”
The pause that followed was absolutely explosive.
Get started…with that boy…and that body…
I looked away – this was moving way too quickly. I needed time to get my bearings and decide how to handle this.
“No, actually, I’m sorry, but…can you please…put it back on?” I asked in a daze. “You’re beautiful and all, but I won’t be able to focus on anything except…well, you , if you stay like that. I’m sorry. Let’s just take it slow at first.”
“Alright.” Thankfully he slid back into the coat, but I did manage to get one last peek before he buttoned up. I turned for the living room, away from the massive windowpanes in my front door that Cynthia was probably staring into with binoculars at that very moment.
“Please, come sit down. Have some wine.”
I led him into my ridiculously formal living room, with its 18 th century Federal furnishings and swag curtains, all Richard’s doing. I felt Ben’s eyes on me all the while, but what was he thinking? With those looks, he’d clearly been one of the popular boys growing up, and besides Richard, I’d never really been able to catch their attention. I was always the smart, quiet girl sitting in the corner of the library, daydreaming my life away, while the volleyball girls flirted with the linebackers in the hall. Was Ben disappointed? Was I too unattractive for him, and was he still going to call the whole thing off? And did I want him to call it off?
I sat on my sofa and handed him a glass of red wine I’d already poured.
“Thanks.” He peered out of the window. “Should we be expecting anyone any time soon?” he asked, a little more nervously than I would have preferred. Wasn’t he supposed to have all this down to a science? Why was he so freaked out?
“No, it’s…just me,” I said, sounding thoroughly pathetic.
“Sweet.” He held up his glass. “Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,” he said, wincing a little. “I sincerely hope your day has been better than mine.”
“Thanks. Not a wine person?” I asked, and he looked away.
“Um, no…I’m twenty, actually. I do have a fake ID, but I usually just drink beer.”
“Oh,” I said, my eyes expanding, as I added another law I’d broken that night to the list – supplying alcohol to an underaged person. We sit in silence for a moment, and suddenly it
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