Seduced 1 by P. A. Jones Page A

his bathroom. I liked it; I could see myself completely naked in it. I held my breasts and shook them to see if any fluffiness was there, but none. They were as firm as two years ago. I looked at my naked body with pride. Everything looked as it should. About a year ago, I was little fat here and there, but with a ton of exercise and dieting, I’d reduced every inch of fat from my body. The fat remaining was only on my breasts and hips, where it mattered. I smiled  and pulled his boxing shorts on, but before I could get in his t-shirt a big spider came out of nowhere.
    “Oh, my God. Tristan help me, please,” I shouted in panic. Spiders scared me to death and I couldn't be around them. When I was little, maybe five years old, a spider bit me and it put me in the hospital for a few days. From that day onwards, I feared them more than anything in the world. I couldn't even watch Spiderman.
    “What happened?” Tristan banged the door and slapped it away to get in.
    “It's...” I pointed towards the mirror and hugged him tightly.
    “What? Who?”he asked me.
    “A spider, damn it. Can’t you see that big spider?” I screamed and hugged him tightly, still panting in fear.
    “A spider?”He started laughing.” You’re afraid of a spider?”
    “Yes.” I hugged him more tightly, my eyes squeezed shut, trembling.
    “Okay, I'll deal with him. Let's get out first.” He lifted me a little and walked out; I was still in his embrace.
    Suddenly, I realized what condition I was in. I was half naked, hugging him, and the irony was he was bare-chested, too. Damn. I was holding him so tightly that his muscular diaphragm was crushing my breasts like someone squeezing a tomato and that wasn’t helping me at all. A warm heat was covering my body so rapidly that I was afraid he would notice it any minute. I could feel his hard skin on the tip of my nipples; my heartbeat quickened and I liked it. I liked being crushed by him like that.
    What the hell was happening to me? I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would fall into such a cheesy situation. I looked up; he was looking at me with his brooding eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He slowly tightened his grip on my back. He pulled me closer until my breasts were squeezed and crushed by his chest. My breath choked in my throat as he lowered his mouth to me. I closed my eyes, anticipating his lips meeting mine. I was dying to feel his lips and check how he tasted; the smell of his body was filling me from inside and arousing my sensual feelings. Hell, I’m giving up to him.
    But nothing happened. In a few seconds, he loosened his grip on my back. He withdrew himself completely in a flash and a towel covered my bare body. I kept my eyes closed, but my heart was burning in disappointment. I wanted to taste his lips, I wanted to brush my body against his. But nothing happened.
    “I'll wait for you outside.”I heard him heading back to the workout room, my heart sinking lower with every step.
    I sat there on his bed thinking about what just happened. Was it just me? Was I the only one who felt that or did I do something for him a few seconds ago? I hadn’t felt that hunger, that arousal in ages. Really, what was it?

Chapter 9
    T ristan
    For half the night, I kept staring at the fish tank and I spent the other half dreaming about Nikki. I was sleeping on the couch. I don’t know why, but I liked it there. Whenever I closed my eyes, I felt her hot breath touching my neck, her soft, but firm breasts pressed against my skin. Damn, it felt so hot and right.
    The naked encounter from last night was too much for my body; after all, I hadn’t had any action in the last six months. In one of the fuzzy dreams from last night, Nikki was naked, lying down on my bed, and when I tried to kiss her, she just disappeared and I fell hard on my bed. In reality, I fell off from the couch and it hurt.
    I was in a half-dreamy state when my phone rang.”Who the fuck was