Masked – The Rendezvous, continued (13)

The story begins with Masked – The Fortress (1).  To access installments in narrative sequence, click on an entry title, then click on “Next” at the end of that installment.

 

Hiding unsteadiness, he stood, reached out, and ran two fingertips through her chin-length hair caught in the light from the window behind the bed. He had absolutely no idea how Sean went about this sort of thing and had begun to care less about pretending. Amica seemed curious about his hesitation, but placed one hand on the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. The last thing she had eaten must have been yogurt.

He had an idea. He pulled away from her mouth to say, “Why don’t you pretend I’m him?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Pretend you’re who?”

He felt himself get more nervous. “John. You know, the clerk. Just pretend. Just this once.”

“What?”

“You said you have a crush on him. Why don’t you pretend I’m him? It’ll be fun.” He resisted the urge to cross his fingers behind his back.

She responded immediately. “Well it’s certainly not the strangest thing you’ve asked me to do in bed, Mr. Squeal-like-a-Dolphin!” She kissed him more forcefully, raked her fingernails down his spine, and went for the fly of his jeans.

He’d always prided himself on paying close attention to cues in bed, and the fact that she took the lead made it easier. She had energy and enthusiasm but less grace than he had imagined. She tasted good. They started out hurriedly, but hit a stride with him on his back. She felt even better than she tasted. Afterward, he wished she’d gotten more vocal about it, but knew he’d done well.

She leaned down to rest her head on the pillow, breathing hard against his neck. “You were right, that was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

He took up the teasing tone she’d had earlier. “I don’t know, Mickey, it wasn’t too memorable for me. I might not even remember it at all if you ask me about it later.” Ha ha, only serious.

She lifted up and moved to lie beside him, resting her head on her palm. “You are just full of surprises tonight!”

He felt himself grow drowsy, and wondered if the beetle would let him wake up next to her.

 

Thank you for reading!  In the next installment, John feels remorse.

Previous Aum stories include Globe Without Goodbye.

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