It was exactly a year after I lost Michael, my boyfriend, to a accidental fire in the warehouse where he worked part-time after college. I still had a hard time getting through the days, but this being the anniversary of his death, it was extra hard getting up in the morning.
I forced myself to get up and get in the shower...passing the foot of my bed I felt a cold chill. Stopping in my tracks as goosebumps appeared on my white flesh...I looked around..the window was closed. Weird..that's the third time in the past two days I've felt that. Shrugging, I took my short sleepshirt and white silky undies off and threw them in the general direction of the clothes basket in the corner. I missed totally. Laughing I left them where they landed on the floor and went into the private bathroom adjoining my bedroom. Turning on the shower to semi-hot water...I stepped in and let the heat cover me. Hoping it will erase some of the pain I was feeling. As I stood there under the spray of hot water..I wondered how I was going to get through the day at school. Deciding I was just going to have to let the day proceed as it may, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a peach towel around my slim figure, I'de lost almost seventy pounds in the past year, bringing me down to under a hundred. Making me look anorexic. It just made my breasts stand out even more, as I had inherited the wonderful Tamaran breast gene...meaning all the Tamaran women had ample breasts.
Micheal had loved playing with my breasts, saying they were made for his mouth...and I had always agreed and had let him suck on them for hours and hours.
Walking out into my bedroom again, I headed for the closet. Once at the closet I chose my usual attire as of lately..jeans and a sweatshirt. Truning around and bending over to pick up the clothes I had missed the backet with I found they were IN the basket. My eyes widened as I saw them in the basket...when I knew dam sure I had missed!!
Oh well...maybe mom had been in to check up on me..shes been doing that lately. I told her it was getting irritating, but she ignored me.
Pulling on some clean panties and a silky bra, I felt a chill again. Standing up and looking around I saw there was no where the flashes of cold air could come from. Shrugging I pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt. My nipples being sensitive from reliving the memory of Michael sucking on them..my hands instinctively went to them and massaged them through the sweatshirt. Closing my eyes and moaning a lil I felt the peaks and pinched them hard.
Opening my eyes..I decided this wasnt getting me anywhere! Grabbing a brush and running ti through my short hair a couple times and tugginh socks and shoes on at the same time.
As I walked down the stairs, my nipples ached...felt like they were being sucked on. Weird I thought and went into the kitchen where the whole family looked at me...my mom and dad and my 2 brothers. I looked back and told them to calm down that I was ok.
Driving to school was almost painful...I had to pass the old warehouse. Once I got close enough to it I saw a couple people had laid flowers and other things at the gate entrance. I wasnt the only one hurting.
My nipples still ached. Deciding I really couldn't handle school that day, I pulled over to a pay phone and called my mom and told her I was going to cut the day and just drive some that I would be home later in the day. She said ok and told me to be careful.
