Terry and Lupe's Roman Holiday
Copyright© 2025 by Argon
Chapter 7: Sharing
Terry
I felt much better after a quick shower, and I quickly toweled dry and put on gym shorts and a long sleeve T-shirt, my usual night attire. I took a deep breath. Time to play it cool. Lupe would only be an arm length away from me all night. At least, she had put on sweats, but damn! Those breasts of hers had moved under her sweat shirt like a burglar behind a curtain. With her hair open, she was breathtaking and...
Get a grip, Terry! Don’t gawk, and look at her face when you talk to her! And for God’s sake, no boner, or she’ll freak! How I could look at her her face and not get wood I didn’t know. Best switch off the lights right away, and get under the cover. What if I raised a tent when I was asleep? She’d see that in the morning.
Easy, Terry. She has to know how she affects guys. Just be cool and say something like, ‘Oops, sorry!’ Play it down. Shit, she had to know that I was done in the bathroom, what with the paper walls. Time to face the music!
Taking another deep breath, I opened the door to our room — and wanted to sink into the floor! I’d only put the tablet to sleep, and she found the picture I’d taken of her, without asking! She looked up and blushed, closing the cover of the tablet.
“Sorry!” we chorused in perfect harmony. And, for an encore, “Why are you sorry?”
I’m sure, my face was redder than hers, but it could not be by much.
“I ... I just wanted to see what you’re reading. I thought you were reading. This ... it’s a great picture of me. May I have it, too? I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. Why are you sorry?”
“Taking that pic without asking and then perving over it.”
“I think I would’ve noticed a woody if you’d been perving.” she giggled. “Send me the pic, and we’re good. Hell, take more pics of me if you want. I don’t mind if they turn out like this one.”
“I would like that,” I admitted, but my mouth just kept going. “You’re so damned pretty!”
I was horrified over my blunder, but Lupe blushed and gave me a beautiful smile.
“Thank you, Terry. You’re no slouch either when you’re out of your usual Walmart Street Wear. I can’t wait to see you in a suit at the prom.”
“About that, I’ll need some help with that. If I go shopping by myself, I’ll screw up.”
“You have nobody, really nobody?”
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