Chapter 18

Thursday 19

I had some weird erotic dreams last night. I can't really remember them, but I know yesterday influenced them. When I woke up, I was hot and aroused. I wanted to touch myself. Ok, I did, a little. Not to that point, though, or even in an effort to reach it. I think it was mostly out of amazement. I can't remember the last time I'd felt like that, or the last time I'd even wanted to feel that way. In a way, I was surprised I still could.

I'm not sure how long I lay there, my hands wandering over my body, on my breasts, up to my neck, back down over my breasts to my tummy, then down my thighs, and back up between them. I was still marveling at the sensations my touch was causing when the alarm went off. I might have gone further if it hadn't been for that. As it was, I was glad when it went off, as I had barely enough time to get ready. I still blushed when I opened the door, and Faith wished me a good morning. I can't imagine how embarrassed I'd have been if she'd arrived while I'd still been doing that!

During our workout Faith asked if I was going to pose for the drawing with May. I blushed, and said I was still thinking about it. Faith told me, "That's ok. Take your time. Modeling isn't for everyone. Just remember you don't have to pose nude. Not that Mark would complain if you did, of course!" She added, with a grin that made me blush. Then she said, "Mark is hoping you'll do it, though. He's got an idea for two pictures, each the reverse of the other. If you do it, we'll need to find you a costume, but that shouldn't be too hard."