“Huh?” Julian mused.
Petula quickly clarified. “Statler painted all those watercolors.”
“Seriously?” Julian was blown away. “I never would have figured that.”
“The man has many talents,” she agreed. “But Julian,” she laid a hand on his chest, “let’s not talk about Statler right now. I want to find out if the man in front of me has any hidden talents to show me.”
“Happy to oblige,” Julian responded, relieved things were finally getting underway.
He’d been having a difficult time keeping his libido in check, but with those words of encouragement, his cock hardened from soft pine to solid oak…which meant he had to surreptitiously reach down and rearrange things in order not to get himself into painful circumstances that might compromise his upcoming performance.
Once Julian was certain he wasn’t in jeopardy of choking his cock, he walked across the room to place Petula gently on the mattress. Briefly, he kissed her softly parted lips, then stood and turned, rubbing his hands together as he plotted.
“First, the curtains and the lights,” he assured her, walking over to pull the drapes closed.
“Umm…” Petula called his attention back to her, and he paused with his hand on the light switch, giving her his attention.
“I know this is going to sound pretty selfish of me, but…” She wrinkled her nose, clearly hesitant to finish her sentence.
“What?” Julian asked, then reminded her. “Don’t be afraid to say what you want. Remember. Anything goes.”
“Okay,” she blew out a gust of air. “Even thoughIneed lights out, could you possibly…? Will you…?” She finally spit it out. “Before you turn off the lights will you take off your clothes so I can see you?” The last sentence came out so fast it almost sounded like a single word.
Julian grinned. “You mean, you want me to strip for you?” he asked with a smirk.
She nodded, her eyes holding both uncertainty and heat.
Wow. Julian would be pleased to do what he could, but…therewasthat skinny, awkward, geeky kid inside him that wondered if she’d like what she’d see.
He’d had plenty of women tell him he was handsome and built over the years, but their praise had never mattered much. With Petula, hereallywanted her approval.
Maybe telling her abouthisdoubts would help Petula shed some of hers.
“I, uh, mentioned that when I was young, I was slow to mature,” he reminded her. “So, part of me,” he cleared his throat, “when I look in the mirror, still sees that scrawny kid.Which means… Right now, with you, I’m not exactly oozing confidence, because your opinion matters to me so much.”
Petula sat, bolt upright. “Oh, Julian. I’m an idiot. It’s all good. Really, it is. Please ignore what I said. I don’t want you to feel bad. We’ll turn out the lights, get under the covers, and neither one of us will?—.”
“No.”
Julian had already made up his mind. He’d not only get naked for her, he’d make sure she got a good show. “I’m going to do this,” he told her. “I just wanted you to know you’re not the only one with reservations.”
She lay back down, slowly, nodding, but still appearing a little uncertain. “Okay. But if at any point you get weirded out, you stop. Understand?” she said, throwing his get-out-of-jail-free card, back at him.
Julian chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. But right now…”
Julian did a quick two-step to get himself in the mood, then put on his best bump and grind.
The immediate smile on Petula’s face egged him on.
Channeling the guy in the movie that a few of his female teammates had teased him into seeing, Julian tried to recall some of the dance moves he’d witnessed, and emulate them. Wouldn’t that bunch of soldiers be laughing their asses off right now to know that his reluctant viewing was paying off.
Julian placed his hands behind his head and did a few pelvic thrusts, rocking his ass side to side, then turned his back to Petula to give her a couple good tush-pushes.
When she giggled, he knew he had her.
He toed off his sneakers, pitching them deftly, one by one, across the room toward the walk-in closet.
For that, he got a round of applause.
