Chapter 14

I awoke the next morning feeling a very soft naked, and very feminine bottom nestled firmly against my lower tummy. Because I sleep naked the feeling of soft skin and womanly delights snuggled against me was obvious. Lying there, I wasn’t too surprised when things began to stir. Between the physical feelings of Sharon’s incredibly soft cheeks against my body, and the erotic images I was having of her lying here naked with me, even a deceased man would have risen. I didn’t want her to feel my rising manhood, however I wasn’t having much luck. I tried to take my mind elsewhere. I tried the houseboat, last night’s shooting, even the last time I’d seen Slim. However, the physical feeling of her naked tush resting against my naked tummy was getting to me, big time. The more I tried not to think about it, the more I became aware I was losing the fight. I was starting to grow firm between the cleavage of her bottom. For some unknown reason, my breath had developed a catch, and each breath was becoming more difficult than the last. Finally, I realized I’d reached my full size, and it was now resting against the outer area of her womanhood, which I discovered was very wet. At that point, before anything happened, I got out of bed. To say forcing myself to get up is an understatement, but I did. I padded off to the bathroom where I had to wait for my chub to go away before I could relieve myself.

On my return from the bathroom, I picked a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my middle. Entering the bedroom, I found Sharon sitting in the center of my bed, glaring at me with the covers gathered around her waist. I glanced at her naked inviting breasts, her nipples firm from the morning coolness and realized this was not helping matters either. I politely asked her to cover up. She ignored me. She continued to glower at me, and then finally asked, “What’s with you? Just what the hell is it with you, Matt?” Sharon paused, waiting for an answer, and when nothing was forthcoming, she continued. “We’re all curled up like spoons, and I’m really happy because I’m here with you. I feel you’re starting to get interested, and trust me, I was getting interested, too. We’re snuggled here together, I hear you start snorting like a bull in heat, I can feel you’re in the mood, and then you suddenly jump up and run away. Now you tell me to cover up. What the hell’s your problem?”

What do I say now? “I ... uh ... well ... I thought we’d given up on the physical thing. I just don’t want to confuse things. I ... well ... I didn’t think it was a wise idea we should start ... and ... well ... uh...” Boy, was I glib this morning.

“Matt!” At first, her voice was hard. Sharon stopped talking for a moment, took a deep breath and then resumed in a softer voice. “Matt, listen. I know at one time we tried the physical thing and ... well, to be blunt about things, it really wasn’t great. I’ll admit I was glad when we quit, and after that I was really starting to enjoy having you as a friend. And you’ve become a very good friend!”

I tried to interrupt, but she shook her head for me to stop. She continued, “Please, let me finish. You told me the last time we made love it scared you. Well, sweetheart it scared me too. I’ve never had making love feel that way before,” She paused and shook her head, “Never! And I really enjoyed being with you our last time. I think, in my head, it’s become more than you just helping me over a nasty experience. I think about it a lot, and I guess I want us to try it again.” Once more, I tried to speak, and again she held up her hand to silence me.

This time she asked me with a bit more of an edge to her voice, “Please let me finish!” I nodded my head. “The last time when things worked so well, I was in need! I thought this time since you were in need ... well ... it just might work again. To be perfectly honest, I want to try to see if it would be like that for us all the time.”