She blinks a few times. “It is. Isn’t it?”
“Yes. It is.”
“Are you always…” She blushes, and since she’s got nothing on, I see how far the color spreads. I also see that she was right. She’s got freckles everywhere.
I reach out and touch one particularly cute freckle on her upper arm. “Am I always what?”
“So … bossy?”
“You mean in bed?” Or, in this case, on the sofa?
“Yeah.”
“I tend to be, yes.” I look up into her eyes. “Does that bother you?”
Her head moves left, then right. “No. I liked it. I’m…”
“You’re what?”
“I’m not sure I’d like it all the time, though.”
“Good to know. Next time, I’ll tone it down.” It’ll suck, but I’ll do it.
“No,” she says hurriedly. “I liked it.”
“Good.” I run my palm over the top of her leg. Her skin is so soft. “If it gets to be too much, let me know.” We look each other in the eye. I can’t quite decipher the meaning behind her question. “You want a next time. Right?”
“Yes.” She wiggles a little in my lap. “Um… You didn’t…”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. This was about you.”
“Now what?” she asks, biting one of her fingernails.
I frown at her question. “Now what?”
“Should I leave or…”
“Let’s watch the movie.”
“Shouldn’t I get dressed?”
“If I had a choice, I’d choose no, but whatever makes you feel most comfortable.”
“I’d feel more comfortable with my dress on.”
“Compromise. Leave the bra and panties on the floor.”
“Fine.” She sighs, sliding off my lap like she’s doing it begrudgingly. When she looks over at me, she smirks. “You surprise me.”
“Yeah? How so?”
Colette shrugs as she slips the dress back over her head. I stare as she pulls it down over her beautiful tits, past her waist until it covers her up.
Shame.
“Just … everything.”
“Meaning?” I reach out, grasping her wrist to bring her back to me. “Sit.” I slap my leg. I liked her in my lap. It felt right.
