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?”

I shook my head while I felt my face glow bright red. She was up from my bed in a flash and closed her arms around my middle.

“I’ll go with you. You’re buying?”

“I hate used stuff!”

“But you buy new stuff that looks like used stuff. Terry, come Monday afternoon, we’ll get you something that won’t make you look like a dork. I know you’re not a dork, and I don’t want you dressed like one. Okay?”

“That would be ... nice, I guess? Umh, Lupe, with you so close, I’m ... uh...”

“Sprouting wood?” she giggled. “I can feel it.”

“S-sorry!” I fairly squeaked.

“Terry?”

“Yes?”

“Look down!” I did. She had pokies denting out the sweat shirt. “It’s nothing bad. We’re both crushing on each other, aren’t we?”

“I know I am,” I went with honesty.

“Good answer! Me too. Umh, I’m not using birth control right now, and knowing you, you didn’t bring rubbers either, right?”

I nodded, feeling dumbfounded.

“That means, no real sex, okay?”

“Oh-kay?”

“I would really like to cuddle with you tonight, maybe kissing a bit, too. Are you game?”

“I’ve never been with a real girl,” I admitted with my eyes down and my cheeks finally going into terminal meltdown.

“What, you have a blow-up doll?” she giggled.

“No, of course not!” I squeaked.

“Okay, but would you mind sharing the bed with me?”

“Yes, I mean, no! No, I wouldn’t mind!”

“We have a deal then. You and I will keep our pants on. Deal?”

I could only nod.

“The rest has to go. Take off your Tee!” she whispered, already pulling her sweat shirt over her head and exposing those amazing breasts to me. I could only stare.

“Relax, Terry. They’re just milk glands and some fat tissue. Every girl has a pair like this.”

I shook my head. “Nobody has a pair like yours,” I whispered in awe, making her blush again.

“You owe me your T-shirt, Terry,” she reminded me, and when I had taken it off, “Switch off the ceiling lights!”

Mere seconds later, we lay on ‘my’ bed, face to face, and looking into each other’s eyes. I was drinking in her face and her exquisite torso.

“I think I’m ruined for other women now.”

“So go and ruin me for other men, and we’ll be good!”