Dreaming Out Loud

The Bathroom

All the wine was making Mara light headed.

"What kind of a trade?" she wondered.

"I'll give them back after you let me make you come," Seth responded.

Mara was so mad she could hit him.

He must have thought she was considering it, though, because he stood patiently in the door way, that stupid smirk still on his face. An evil thought occurred to Mara. Her mouth spread into an innocent and eager smile. She looked up at him, eyes wide and lashes wet from her bath.

"Do you really think you can get me to come," she asked him with excitement in her voice.

"Challenge accepted," he grinned back.

“I’m nervous,” she feigned embarrassment. “I’ve never really been naked in front of you. Do you think you could sit in the kitchen there, in the chair, and I’ll come out to you?”

Mara gave him the sweetest pleading look, her bottom lip sticking out further than necessary.

“Sure thang, baby,” Seth agreed with enthusiasm.

When he was in the next room, sitting in a chair expectantly, Mara bravely stood from the bubble bath, suds falling all down her body. She shivered as the cold air hit her. She felt her n*****s harden, and her breasts firm under the coolness.

As she daintily stepped from the tub, she didn’t bother grabbing a towel. Instead she came to stand in the doorway, leaning to one side. Her opposite leg bent at the knee and that foot rested against the doorframe. She made sure to give Seth a full view as she pushed her chest forward and reached her arms up to squeeze her hair, throwing it over one shoulder.

Immediately, she could make out the obvious tent in Seth’s bottoms from the chair. His mouth hung open. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting this. She smiled darkly at him, pinning him to his seat with her stare. Slowly, she stepped toward him from the doorway, not taking her eyes from him.

Right as she came to stand before him, his eyes pointed upward to meet hers, but she quickly averted her gaze. Then she turned her body even more suddenly, without even stopping in front of him, and changed direction out of the kitchen.

Seth sat in place, befuddled, not understanding what was going on.

Walking away from him and toward the hallway, Mara smiled to herself. She darted down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming the door without a backward glance at Seth.

Seth stood in the kitchen doorway, exclaiming her name, to which she did not answer. He tried her door knob, but it was locked. He knocked furiously, then when she stayed silent, he began beating on the door with his fist.

“Mara! Mara open up! What the f**k, man? Mara?”

“Goodnight, Seth!” she hollered pleasantly from her room.