“Can you do that here? Would you feel comfortable?”
Did she just ask me to sleep naked...in her bed...with her? And then ask me if I would feel comfortable?I must be silent too long because she attempts to explain herself.
“It’s just that I don’t have anything that will fit you, but I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either, though, so it’s okay to say no.”
“I’ll never tell you no.” No thought goes into my response. No thought is needed. I knew when I got onto the back of her bike the first night we met that I would never deny this girl anything she asked of me.
Rainbow smile! It’s a rainbow smile.This one has a tinge of venom in it, and I don’t quite understand that, but I’ll take this smile anyway I can get it. I especially love it when I’m the cause.
“Never. You’ll never tell me no?”
Ah. Yes. The cause for the venom. She’s a vicious little thing, and she sees an opportunity to break me.
“Little devil.”
Her smile widens. “Bedtime.”
My smile vanishes.Oh shit. Why am I scared?
Vaughn holds out her hand for me and leads me into her bedroom. Once inside, she drops my hand and goes into her closet. When she comes back out, she’s holding a baby blue satin pajama short set.She hangs her pajamas? Who hangs their pajamas? Girls who wear scraps of silk to sleep in, that’s who.
She’s walking toward the bathroom door with pajamas in hand when she suddenly stops and turns to look at me. A fiendish look on her beautiful face.She’s about to wreck me.....but, how?
She lays her pajamas on the bed, and it quickly becomes evident how she plans to undo me when she lifts her shirt over her head and begins unzipping her skirt. The skirt falls to the floor, and she is again wearing nothing, but that black bra and panty set.Was she born like this? I’ve been here every day for a month. She doesn’t work out. It’s not even a workout body. It’s a perfectly proportioned temple of temptation. I’m pretty sure that every inch of her is homegrown which means she just looks like this. She was someone really good in the life before this one, or her parents made a deal with some very powerful people.
Wait...wait, wait, wait. What is she doing?She’s reaching behind her back.Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.She did it. I’m no tit sizeist. I like all tits. I don’t discriminate, butsweet Jesus. These are size impeccable. To be fair, she did warn me about the wits and tits, but damn....these tits.I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes.”
I open my eyes.Did I say she gets to boss me? I remember saying that she sets the pace, and that’s been my plan all along, but does that mean she gets to boss me? Maybe tits like that mean she gets to boss me.
“We’re still just sleeping....right?”
“Right.”
“So this is just a little pre-sleep torture. Got it.”
“It’s torture watching me get ready for bed? I fear for our country if you ever get captured. You WILL NOT hold up well under actual torture.”
Lucky for the US of A, I don’t get caught.
“You look like that, and I can’t touch you. What would you call it?”
“A test of your commitment to allowing me to set the pace in this relationship.”
She’s testing me. Her mistrust of herself and others runs so deep that she’s willing to get naked in front of me to prove that she can’t trust me to keep my word. This is warfare. I know warfare. I never lose.
The panties come off next, and this is one of the greatest struggles of my life. I clasp my hands behind my back so they can’t see what’s happening. She’s impeccably groomed.Of course, she is.
“You’re testing me. So this isn’t your normal behavior with men?”
She has the pajama bottoms on now, and she’s slipping the thin top over her head when she starts laughing so hard she almost loses her balance.
“Behavior with men?” She continues laughing. “First of all, you’re only the second man who’s ever been inside this room. Second of all, I’ve never stood naked in front of anyone in my life, women not included. Third of all, no. This is not at all normal relationship behavior for me.”
Women not included? We’re definitely circling back to that one later.She’s fully dressed now, and thank God for that. The pressure was about to buckle my knees and crumble my resolve.
“My previous behavior led me to where I am now. Mistrustful and unsure of myself. You were right before. I don’t trust myself and, until I do, I can’t truly trust you. I want to trust you. I want to trust me more. I know I’m being very bold, and it probably seems like I do things like this all the time, but I don’t. I feel safe enough to do it with you. That’s at least a step in the right direction, and I felt like you may have been saying earlier that you’re going to give me the space to feel this out.”
