Unlike previous chapters, this story is purely fantasy...
It's raining today -- One of those completely overcast days with a steady day-long drizzle in store. Looking back on that spring, I can't help but have a little secret smile inside and hope it's raining where you are too.
It's amazing how certain days or certain smells can take you back -- Back to a summer cottage in the woods and an unforgettable day. Little did I know when I signed on as an adult female staffer at a revolving youth summer camp that I would be utterly beguiled by the end of the season.
I still remember the day we met -- Sitting next to one another in the dining hall with the rest of the staff during the welcome speech. You were struggling very hard not to comment under your breath while the director droned on and on about things that should be common sense to anyone above the age of 11, and I was trying very hard not to encourage you by laughing. I failed miserably, and we became instant comrades. You accused me of having a devilish smile, and I accused you of bringing it out in me.
I remember how sweetly we teased each other too... for weeks on end. Kids rolled in and out on a weekly basis, keeping all the adults busy, but we somehow managed to spend a good bit of time together each day or evening, sharing our secret thoughts and testing the waters a little more with every stolen moment... until finally, opportunity struck.
Staffers were allowed rotating weekends to go offsite once the students had left and before the next batch came in. You and I and Jen were picked to stay behind, with not much more to do than tend the animals and keep the place from burning down. But Jen ended up getting sick, and before we knew it, we had the entire place to ourselves... And weeks of unexplored tension to work with.
I was -- still am -- shy about making the first move. I think you were too. We probably would have gone on teasing indefinitely had it not been for a little help from the skies causing us both to get soaked to the skin. Your cabin was close, and you promised the protection of a warm fluffy robe while our clothes dried. Looking into your eyes, which were filled with intensity, I knew what the invitation meant... I didn't stand a chance of resistance.
You teased and joked with me, handing me a big blue terry robe at the bathroom door, and promised to change into a robe as well to keep me from feeling at a disadvantage -- After all, it wouldn't be fair for you to be in jeans while I had my bare legs and feet exposed. Thinking of your teasing ways still puts a smile on my face...
It felt very intimate, being in your bathroom, surrounded by your things, taking my clothes off, then being surrounded by your lingering scent in the robe. Even as soaked as I was, I can still remember debating whether or not to hang everything up or leave a few items on for the sake of modesty... and how my entire body flushed when I finally slid my panties off and hung them under my jeans and shirt in an attempt to make it a little less obvious that I was completely nude under your robe.
Finally, I came out to find you already changed into another terry robe... this one white and lighter weight than the one you'd given me. That first look... the one you gave me when I walked out in your robe... completely took my breath away. But you teased me again about the naughtiness of exposing my bare feet to your eyes, then excused yourself into the bathroom, telling me I could take the bed if my feet were cold, promising to sit in the chair when you came back, 'like a good boy'.
I sat down on your bed... scooting back into the corner, fighting to cover feet and legs within the robe while not exposing other things and finally gave up, pulling your sheet and covers back to slide my legs under them. Again, I can't tell you how decadent it felt to be making myself at home in your bed, knowing that you've slept here night after night, and perhaps thought of me the same way I've thought of you in my own bed.
For weeks, I don't think either of us had ever been at a loss for words, but when you came out of the bathroom and found me cozied up in your covers, neither of us seemed to have a thing to say. I smiled at you, and you smiled back and pulled the chair over as close as possible to the bed. Sitting there with your legs slightly parted, the slit of the robe following the contour of your thighs as you leaned toward me across the bed, you said, "You know you look very tousled... and very kissable right now. Can I kiss you, Mera?"
My heart was pounding. I couldn't even speak -- My lips and tongue were already tingling in anticipation as I leaned forward, meeting you in the middle for that first kiss... the sweetest, gentlest brushing of lips on lips. My breasts were instantly heavy, my core instantly damp from one of the chastest kisses I think I've ever received. I both wanted more, and for the moment to last forever exactly as it was at the same time...