Shiver

They spent a great part of that day lying naked on the bed. Tangled between the sheets, tangled with each other. Curled up, on top of, head on lap, head on chest, in and out, lips locked, and some talking. She was resting her head on his stomach and caressing the inner of his thigh.

"Tell me ... how many people in Goldstone have seen you bare naked with nothing on you?" she was curios.

He rubbed his head, embarrassed, "God ... a lot ... at least half of the city, excluding the tourists.

"She bit her lip while smiling, "That's a lot of people ... did they ever touch you?" His hand was stroking her breast.

"They tried ... it wasn't allowed ... they tried to get me into private sessions, they slipped their phone numbers in my pocket after the show ... they grabbed my crotch, my ass ... it was degrading ... funny how people can be so demeaning when they think they have the right to do that, they would never do that to a stranger on the streets but they did that to a stranger dancing butt naked on a stage."

She looked at the ceiling, tried to picture how it all looked like and let it played out in her head. "And you never once faltered?" she asked. He shook his head with pride. "Not even once?" He kept shaking. "But you wanted to, right?"

He smiled, his stare went dark, "Are you jealous?"

She pressed her lips together and let out a sigh, she lifted her eyebrows and shrugged.

"I would burn if any guy would so much look at you the wrong way ... and here you are just shrug it off when you hear someone was grabbing my crotch," he sounded disappointed.

"I didn't say I wasn't jealous ... it's a job ... it's part of your job, you needed to go through that in order to get where you wanted to go ... I'm being supportive," she sat up and mounted on his lap. "I'd do it too, if I were you." That's when it hit him, what a terrible thing it was if it were the other way around.

She started to move her hips back and forth, the way her hair fell on her breasts were so sexy, he started to react.He put his hands on her waist, "What are you doing to me?"

"You don't' even have to ask," he said as he pulled her cheeks apart gently and let himself in.

"Oh ... Tommy ..." she tilted her head and squirmed. He moved her fast and slow and she begged him not to stop.

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She was reluctant to go home that afternoon. It was almost dinner time and she had promised her mom to be home by then. Her stomach was growling, she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, if anything, Tommy had eaten her up all day and she was more than willing to comply.

He took her home. He lingered holding her hand tightly, not wanting to be parted from her. It was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say it. It was much too soon.

He buried his face in her hair instead. She turned and kissed him. He leaned his head against hers like a boy who wouldn't let go of his favorite blankly. She laughed softly, "I have to get inside," she said.

"I know," he opened his eyes.

Charlie took both of his hands in each of hers. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked.

He nodded lightly, kissed her forehead, "Tomorrow," he said. He finally let her go inside and realized she hadn't given him the answer to his question.

Her mom had prepared a nice hearty dinner for the girls. Her dad was still away for Mayor duty. He hadn't been home that much since he became Mayor. She was exhausted and hungry. She could barely function but managed to be engaged in a decent dinner conversation with her mom and Charlotte.

She knew she had to give Tommy an answer as to what their relationship was going to be like in the future. She hasn't got the answer for him. She thought long and hard about it, but was too tired to think. She fell asleep knowing she had only two more weeks with Tommy, before he leaves for Goldstone and never come back.