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I took the lotion from her dresser and went back to bed. She put her legs over mine.
I did my job quietly, fighting with myself between enjoying the smoothness of her legs and remembering that this was probably very wrong.
I didn’t really know who would think it was wrong. I was an adult who wanted to put lotion on another adult’s soft legs, and they were okay with it.
But I was also an adult who wanted to have s*x with this other consenting adult over the back of my couch.
I was a mess.
Amaya whispered, “You always put the lotion on better. It’s because your hands are so big.”
There’s something else big that will do a better job of putting on lotion.
What?
Stop talking, Carter.
I smiled gently at her and kept working on her.
“Cartie, can you brush my hair too?”She asked, right after I was done with her legs.
“I think someone wants me to spoil them.” I felt a little silly, so I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.
She screamed and then started laughing uncontrollably, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I took us to the living room and dropped her on the couch without any ceremony.
You think I held Amaya down and tickled her, but she couldn’t stop laughing. You don’t want to see what happens when I tickle her.
I sat on her body, making sure not to put too much weight on her. Her hair was like a fiery mane of reddish brown, and she looked up at me with that familiar happy glint in her eye.
“Say this to me. What do I get in return if I comb this mess of a head?”I wasn’t sure where I was going with this, but then again, I’m not sure where I’m going with my life either.”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
I loved that Amaya wasn’t naive. She was innocent and clever, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what she was doing.
Amaya looked like a fairy on the outside. She was pure, otherworldly, and innocent. But on the inside, she was a face.
She was always up to something, always looking for a hidden agenda. She was mischievous, coy, and crafty.
She was so interesting. Not knowing what was going on in that pretty little head of hers drove me crazy. It made me want to f**k answers out of her.
I ended up brushing her hair, but I think we both knew I would do it anyway.
I am a firefighter with a lot of experience, and I do some pretty hard and tiring work every day. I always thought I was a tough guy until the day I first combed Amaya’s hair.
This was not a joke. There were so many knots, and there was so much separating and moisturising.
I really think I could do anything on this planet because I know how to do hair, and not just any hair, but Amaya’s hair.
After about forty-five minutes, I had Amaya’s hair in a couple of waist-length braids. She tied them up in a messy knot on top of her head and then snuggled up next to me on the couch.
But we were doing more than just cuddling, of course.
As my hands stroked the side of her face, her fingers moved up and down my clothed chest. She played with the ends of my t-shirt, and I could feel the goosebumps forming when she touched my bare skin.
After a few minutes of sexy silence, she whispered, “Carter, take off your shirt.”
I felt sick to my stomach.
I really don’t know how much longer I can take this. The girl of my dreams is next to me, telling me to take off my shirt, and my morals are fighting me tooth and nail.
I joked weakly, “You know, if I ask you to do the same thing, it’ll be considered inappropriate.” I hoped she couldn’t see how much I was sweating.
“Please just take it off.””Please,” she begged, lightly dragging her nails up my chest under my jersey. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
F**k
It’s times like these when I make really bad choices. My brain can’t handle it when she goes from being my sweet little baby to a sexy little vixen in just a few sentences.
I sat up and slowly took off the shirt. She was looking up at me and biting her soft lip. She knew what she was doing to me. She had to.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her because she was so beautiful. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, slyly switching places with me.
“Please lie on your stomach,” she said.
She was so beautiful that I felt like I was really under her spell. I couldn’t think of anything smarter to say than “Why?””
She laughed and put her hand on my chest, then pulled it down to my sweatpants’ waistband and back up again.
“I want to give you a silly massage.”
Shitttttt
What should I do? What should I do?
“You work so hard all the time.” I bet your muscles are really sore.
Amaya was making fun of me. I was smart enough to know that. She knew she had me right where she wanted me, so I bet neither of us was that surprised when the next smart thing I said was, “Uh huh.”
She slyly slipped her fingers right under the waistband of my trousers and left them there, not even going an inch below the elastic lining.
“Why don’t you let me make it all better? You will get it as a reward for doing such a good job of brushing my hair.
Crap
When the hottest woman in the world offered to give me a massage that I knew wouldn’t end well, I started to doubt all of my life choices. I would have a painful erection and no way to relieve it except for my hand.
There’s a really dumb part of me that only wants to have s*x. It keeps asking me, “Why don’t you just make love to this beautiful woman? You’re probably going to ask her to marry you anyway.
My answer has always been and will probably always be, “I don’t know, but it feels wrong.”
I’m even thinking about going back to Karen for a session, even though it hurts me to see her stupid face.
I don’t think there was any doubt that I was going to lie on my stomach. I had already done it, and Amaya had straddled my body and settled on my a*s right after.