“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Still giggling, she leaned forward to kiss him. “Oh, the poor thing,” she said, reaching down and stroking the front of his pants. “Is it all right? I’d better check.”
She started to unfasten his pants, but he removed her hand and pulled her to him and kissed her.
“All right, you, settle down for a minute.” He reached around her and grabbed the gift-box from the table and handed it to her. And now, actually putting them on, feeling them against her skin again, brought back the memories of that night in a rush, and even though she knew there wasn’t time, she ran to her parents’ bedroom, stood before the full-length mirror and raised her arms to place her hands behind her head.
Looking at herself, she knew that standing in that position would always make her feel sexy and desirable; it was submissive and yet in some way it also made her feel powerful as well. She wished Peter were here now, standing behind her and looking at her in the mirror as he had the day they’d made love. She felt a shiver of pleasure and anticipation, knowing that he would be there soon.
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