Chapter 3

They stopped talking to eat. Jennifer hadn't realized how famished she was until she took her first bite. Then she felt like she was being a slob as she stuffed her mouth full. The champagne was gone within minutes. She held out the glass and said, her mouth full of food: "We should haff bwought mow to dwink!"

He jumped up, practically exploding into motion.

To her astonishment, he pulled his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest. He kicked his tennis shoes off and pushed his pants down. He had on bright red briefs, which he also pushed down. She almost choked as, within the space of twenty seconds he was stark naked. Before she could react to that, he grabbed a strawberry, crushed it between his thumb and first two fingers, and smeared it on his lips, chest, and abdomen. He popped the crushed fruit into his mouth and grinned.

"Be right back!" He said and dashed to the door. Unlocking it, he opened it and took off down the hall.

He was gone for a long time, long enough for Jennifer to sate her sudden hunger, and reflect on what she'd seen. She decided he was very clever. He had shown her his body, while achieving a look that would be expected, or at least unremarkable as he ran around the house. People would see him and know he was with her, and draw the obvious conclusions. That he was used to being naked in front of people was obvious. It had been a long time ... a very long time ... since she'd seen a body like that, in that condition. She was still looking at that fleeting image in her mind when, suddenly, he was back. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other.

While her eyes registered those facts, she found herself looking at his manhood, instead of his face, as he spoke.

"I didn't know which you'd want, so I brought both. They have soda too, but it was cold, and I'd have had to cradle it against my chest. If you really want some, I'll go get it."

"No!" she said, entirely more vociferously than she had planned. In a much more moderate voice she said, "The wine is fine." Then she giggled.

"What?" he asked. He looked down at his naked body, as if he expected to see something hanging off of him that had made her laugh.

"I was just imagining you ... running."

He started prancing in place. "Like this?" he asked.

His penis flopped all over the place. It smacked his belly and then his testicles. She winced as it hit his balls, but it didn't seem to hurt him, because he kept capering. The ridiculousness of it all finally let her expel the tension she'd been under ever since arriving.

She expelled it as laughter.

It wasn't a giggle, or even an outburst. It was a series of deep belly laughs, the kind that use up all the oxygen in one's lungs, and barely allow for a quick inrush of breath. He grinned, watching her eyes watch his flopping cock, and changed to stiff legged hops, with his feet close together, so that his cock just went up and down.

She rolled off the bed, unable to stop laughing, pointing at his groin with one hand while covering her eyes with the other. Except she kept peeking, and every time she did, she laughed harder.

He switched to standing more or less at attention, and then whipping his upper body to the right, and then back to the left. It made his penis fly straight out away from his body and slap his hip when he reversed direction. Jennifer managed a honking "Stop!" and then gasped for air as she continued to laugh. Finally he stopped, and squatted. Reaching through his legs from behind him, he grasped the foreskin of his penis and pulled it back into the crack of his ass. Then he stood, while closing his legs tightly, making it look as if his genitals had disappeared by magic.

"If you're going to laugh at him, he'll just go hide," simpered Josh.

Jennifer rolled around on the floor, and was afraid she might actually lose consciousness. She waved her hands at him, and managed a gasping "Please stop!" before landing on her back and covering both eyes with her hands. It was fully two or three minutes before she was able to get control over her laughter, her eyes still covered, and another minute before she took stock of her situation and realized that, in falling to the floor and rolling around, her skirt had come up, exposing her panties, which matched the bra.

She let her hands fall out to her sides, and looked up at a blurry figure. Wiping her eyes, she was able to focus on him finally. He was no longer capering, or acting the fool. Now he was just standing, naked, his eyes devouring her exposed legs, hips, and panties. She saw those eyes dart to her still-heaving breasts, and then back to her panties.

That brought his penis back into view again. It was no longer missing. She would have giggled at the thought ... except for the fact that the state of his erection was no longer in any doubt whatsoever.

She stared at it, the first erect male she'd seen in what seemed like forever. Roger had never postured or posed for her. He almost seemed embarrassed by his male equipment. Not so Josh. It wasn't that he seemed to be displaying himself to her. It was more like this was just part of him ... his nakedness was a part of his life, and he sometimes had erections, and all of that was perfectly normal ... perfectly fine.

He bent and offered her his hand. She took it, and let herself be pulled up to stand in front of him. She could feel his body heat. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. She realized that, for the first time in her adult life, something was happening that was very adult. These were no teenagers, ducking and bobbing, or dancing around the ring. These were two fully functioning adults, able to do whatever they wished.

She felt that ball of heat explode in her gut, and closed her eyes.

"It's all right," he whispered. "You want me to get dressed?"

She opened her eyes again. Her mind seemed to meander around the question. Part of it yelled at her. She knew the proper answer. But the proper answer seemed so stupid. This was who this man was, at least at this moment. It seemed normal ... right... fitting. He was beautiful, and that beauty should be exposed to the world.

"No," she said.

He didn't make her confirm it. He simply turned away and decanted the wine. When he returned to hand her the glass, his cock was sagging. She didn't know whether to feel relieved, or insulted. There was a long period of silence, which was very uncomfortable for her. It seemed like they had been on the verge of something, and that it had suddenly been lost.

"Are you sorry you got stuck with me?" she asked.

"In no way, shape or form," he answered. "I haven't had this much fun in years."

"Really?"

"Yup." He held out his glass. "To us."

She raised her hand, but then stopped before clinking them together.

"There isn't any us, Josh," she said, though with no heat in her voice.

"Of course there is," he said. "We're here together. We're sharing some time. I like you. You like me. It's nothing to write home about, but there's definitely an us."

She hit his glass with hers. "Then here's to us."

She drank and then watched as his penis stiffened again.

"I didn't think a toast would do that," she giggled.

"Then you've never been in a room full of naked men who were toasting you."

She laughed.

She was amazed to see it get even harder.

"I was wrong earlier," he said.

"What about?" She took a sip.

"You don't know how beautiful you are."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you keep being surprised that I could want you as much as I want you."

That ball of heat was back in her stomach now. It almost felt like when she sneaked a swallow of Roger's prize Scotch, the stuff he only shared with men he thought would make him even richer. But Josh's sudden seriousness made her nervous. She didn't want to examine her feelings for him, because she was pretty sure they would not pass muster for being ladylike if she did. Instead, her mind went off on a tangent as his words reminded her of the lyrics to the song she used to sing in front of her mirror.

"I want you to want me ... I neeeed you to need me." She closed her mouth suddenly, realizing she had sung it out loud. The wine was getting to her, even with the way she had gorged on the food. Her eyes darted to his, but he allowed her to turn that into a joke.

"Don't you feel weird, sitting here with a woman you hardly know ... naked?

"No."

"But you're not dancing."

"I'd offer to dance for you, but I don't think we're quite there, yet," he said.

"Where are we?"

"I'm still trying to get another freakin' kiss!" he said in mock frustration. "That's where I am. Meanwhile, you're trying out for American Idol."

She laughed.

"If I give you another kiss, you'll just want another one after that."

"No I won't. I promise."

She looked at him askance.

"Promise!" he said, dragging a finger across his left chest, vertically and horizontally.