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"Umh?"
And in that moment he knew. Her
mouth closed, and her round blue eyes narrowed---and
began to twinkle. She had him, could do exactly as she
pleased. She knew it. He knew it. And she knew he knew
it. The full impact of his error hit him like a blow
when the smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and
she said: "I think you'd best explain to yourself, don't
you?"
"What's there to say?" he mumbled.
"How?" she replied sharply. Then,
following a suitable pause, she snapped: "Well, I'm
waiting. Explain yourself."
He averted his gaze, toed the
carpet. "My parents were itinerants. Day-workers for the
hydroponics operators. My mother gave birth at home. She
didn't believe in Doctors." He shrugged. "And she didn't
believe in the procedure."
"Really?!" She cocked an eyebrow.
"How extraordinary. How extraordinary all round. So to
speak. I trust you don't mind if I..?"
The rest remained unsaid. Did not
need to be said. He was in no position to object.
So she had, coming directly for
him. Although her first touch had been fleeting, her
ingrained revulsion apparently kicking in at that
instant, tearing her hand away of its own accord. But it
had been amusing, odd, a completely different tactile
experience from any she had had to date. He could tell
from the flush to her cheeks and the excited gleam in
her eyes.
She had chuckled, that deep throaty
chuckle he enjoyed so much, her fingertips brushing
lightly. "But how?" she had asked. "All these years?"
"With the greatest of care." He had
chuckled then himself.
And she cupped him then, still
tentatively, pressing him slowly back on to the settee.
Where she knelt beside him and tossed her hair, pushing
his arms up until his hands were interlaced behind his
head. Then she prised apart his thighs, with his
assistance, and the blonde hair caressed his chest. The
scent of her filled his nostrils.
"They're so weird," she murmured,
her expression rapt. "Such a funny shape." Her fingertips were probing freely now, tracing each of
them in turn, lifting them ever so gently---tickling him
in the hypersensitive region underneath. And he put his
head back in response to her ministrations, resting it
on the padded back of the settee with a sigh. He was
dreadfully aroused. Until she squeezed a little too
hard, causing him to stiffen abruptly. |
