There had been times when she had played up to it – times when she had stood close to him, leaned over his shoulder when he was sitting down so that she brushed against him, times when she had complimented how good he was looking.
She hadn’t even really realized that she was doing it. It had all been more of a game to her than anything serious. Then again, maybe it could be both serious and a game.
They went through and she sat down on the couch. She had expected Simon to sit across from her on the armchair but instead, he sat next to her on the couch. Right next to her. She turned to him. She lifted her legs up beneath her on the couch.
“So,” he said, “What shall we do now?”
It seemed as though he was saying out loud what she had been wondering. It was almost as though he was daring her. Would she say it? Would she say the thing that she had been thinking about? And how did he know that this was the time to ask? Right when she was feeling horny, feeling as though she wanted to find herself a man?
She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. She coughed slightly to clear her throat.
“Anything you want,” she said softly. He was sat right next to her, his legs touching hers. All that he would have to do was to reach out to her, take her in his arms.
A part of her wanted it to happen, another part of her was terrified that it would happen. She did all that she could to maintain an outer facade of calm but inside she was in turmoil. This was wrong. Surely this was wrong. But if it was wrong then why did it feel right? Why did she want it so much?
They both looked at one another. This time she didn’t look away, as much as she wanted to. She wasn’t going to do it.
She felt as though she was daring him to do something next. Would he call her bluff or back down? If he backed down then things hadn’t, as yet, gone too far. If he backed down then they could both shrug it off and pretend that nothing had really happened.
She had no idea just how long that moment lasted. However long it was, but eventually, just as she was about to admit defeat and look away, it happened.
He reached out with one hand again and put it on her cheek. This time there was something firmer in the way he did it, however. Then he pulled her toward him. She didn’t resist. He had made the decision that this was what he wanted, after all, and she had said: “anything you want.”
If this was what he wanted then so be it. She was feeling as though it was what she wanted as well.
As their faces came together she closed her eyes, parted her lips.
And then they came together. She felt the scratch of his stubble on her face, the moistness of his lips pressed firmly against hers, felt his tongue come up against hers and she responded.
She reached out with one of her hands and put it on his waist. For a moment she panicked, worrying that Jenny could walk in at any time. But then she remembered that she was away with her boyfriend.
She would be gone for quite a while now, that much was certain. Robin thought about what Jenny was probably getting up to and that made her think about what she was maybe about to get up and the thought of it only served to make her even more excited.
She pushed herself toward Simon, kissing him even harder. Her other hand took the back of his head as his hand that had been on her face slid down to her shoulder.
His other hand rested on her leg. It was on the part of her leg that was covered by her dress, but the very bottom of his hand – maybe just the tip of his little finger – was on the skin of her legs. She wanted him to push up below the dress and feel her legs.
She knew she had good legs – there was no arrogance in it, she simply knew her strengths and her weaknesses.
All the same, he seemed to be enjoying his grip on her leg even with the dress between his hands and her skin.
She felt the hand on her shoulder toying with the strap on her dress. She suddenly became aware that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She had simply put on her panties and slipped the dress over it.
She hadn’t expected that anything like this would happen. What would happen now if he was to simply unhook the straps of her dress – first one and then the other – and pull her dress down? She imagined what would happen next and any doubts that she might have had were completely dispelled. The thought of his hands on her breasts was enough to drive her wild.
She pushed forward, kissing him harder to try and communicate to him that this is what she wanted, that she wanted his hands on her body, his hands working to get her clothes off. She was so caught up in this moment and worried that it might be taken away from her at any moment leaving her unfulfilled.