I sat on my bed and let him lower the
nightgown below my breasts. He fell to his knees and
for a long moment just drank me in. I didn't move.
The excitement exploding inside me seemed to make
me more and more helpless. He brought his lips to my
breasts, to each nipple, kissing and licking, and then
he slowly guided me back until I was lying there
looking up at him with wonder in my eyes. It felt so
much like one of my dreams that for a moment or
two, I really did believe I would blink and he would
be gone. The window would be closed, and all that
had occurred would prove to be fantasy.
The sound of his belt being unbuckled brought
me back to reality.
"Trevor," I whispered, more as a weak plea for
him to stop than an invitation.
But that was how he took it. He smiled and
lowered himself beside me, kissing me, holding and
petting rue as he completed the removal of my
nightgown. How could Ames words and warnings be
so ineffective? Why wasn't I heeding any of it? Was it
because I saw her as hypocritical since she had
revealed her deepest secrets? Or was I using that to
rationalize my own promiscuous behavior?
As Trevor continued to kiss and touch me
around those erogenous zones Ami had described, I
continued to think and debate with myself. It was
truly as though I had lifted myself out of my body and
was sitting on the bed watching all this take place.
Perhaps I had replaced my precious Noble.