Chapter 4: Cherry Picking

It took every bit of energy that I had not to go and molest Carrie as she stood there almost naked. Her skin was flawless, and I could see just about all of it. I held back from touching, and tried even harder not to even ogle her. We stared at each other, and she gave me a subtle smile.

Carrie held a pair of scissors in her hand. She had cut off her long hair. Instead of the long flow of hair to below her shoulder blades, she now had hair more the length of a pageboy, the hair barely reaching her shoulders.

I reached into the nearby wastebasket and took out a large lock of hair. “I want to keep this to always remember you. I don’t ever want to forget these days with you.”

Carrie came up to me, and kissed me. This time the kiss absolutely sizzled with electricity and heat, partly because she was nearly naked. I set the lock of hair on the counter and held her bare sides, enjoying the feel of her nakedness.

Carrie said, “You are such a romantic man, and I love it. Don’t ever stop.” After we stood there for a moment, she swung round and said, “Now, let me get on with this. Come back in an hour. Oh, yes, I need the hair dryer from the other loo.”

I produced the dryer from the guest bath, and then reluctantly left her. I put my souvenir lock of hair in a Ziploc bag, and then went shopping to pick up a few more things on her list. The memory of her nearly naked body haunted me the entire time I was gone.

I definitely wanted what I knew that I couldn’t have. I wanted Carrie. Damn, why’d she have to be a princess from another country. She’d eventually get persuaded to return home and take up her royal duties. I’d be left wearing my heart on my sleeve again.

I got back home about noon. As I opened the door with my packages, I found a redhead with a pageboy haircut sitting on my sofa. At least, she was dressed. Carrie hopped up and came and kissed me again.

“I brought you some presents. It’s Christmas in June, ho, ho, ho.” I used my jolly voice.

“What’d you get?” she eagerly asked.

“Two dresses, some shorts, a top, undies, a pair of sneakers, large sunglasses, your own baseball cap, and a lightweight jacket to name a few things.”

That list earned me further kisses – one serious kiss for each item, and then we went through the list again. We were kissing a lot, a point that was not lost on either of us. I think she liked kissing me as much as I liked kissing her. We did have chemistry.

I said, “I also got you something else that we’re going to use once and then throw away.”

“What?”

“It’s called a burner phone. You buy the phone, use the minutes on it, and then toss it.”

“Why do I need that?”

“You need to call someone and tell them that you’re okay. Your parents? Your security people? You decide, but you have a lot of people worried about you. You could even call a newspaper or TV station, but people have to know that you’re unhurt and not imprisoned somewhere against your will.”

“You want me to call now?”

“NO!” I implored as I snatched the phone out of her hands. “They’ll be able to trace the phone right to this building complex and know right away where you are. Keep it turned off until we make the call. We’ll take a drive later, miles away. You call. We ditch the phone, and then come home.”

Carrie nodded.

She said, “I also experimented with changing my looks more than just the hair. Wait a minute and I’ll show you.”

Carried disappeared and came back two minutes later. Her face was puffed out slightly, and when she smiled the dimples were gone.

“What’d you do?”

“I have a wadge of paper napkin in each cheek. They taste horrible, I might add, but they do change my look. I could stand this for an hour or so. Of course, I can’t eat or drink anything while they’re in there.”

“Good. Hold onto that idea. When we go out later, that’s what we’ll do.”

Carrie smiled, “I want to try on one of the dresses. How’d you know my size?”

“I looked at the labels in your slacks, shoes, and blouse.”

The dresses fit well, and Carrie looked cute, sexy, and sassy in them. She wore the second one she tried on, the rest of the day.

I became aware that she was braless in one of her thank-you hugs. She saw my look of shock and explained, “I had to wash it. I’ll get another bra one of these days. You don’t have to do that for me. Besides, don’t you like me to jiggle a little?” She did a little shimmy. The friction of the dress on her breasts made her nipples harden and stand out.

“I do.” I ran my hands up her sides, allowing my thumbs each to follow the rise of her breasts right to her nipples. Carrie closed her eyes at the erotic sensations I induced. I quickly kissed her lips and then retreated. She looked disappointed.