“Okay, so no talking.” I replied, the warmth of her hand on my arm starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
“Maybe a little bit.” she replied, her other hand moving over to grasp my hand. “But keep it short, a few gasps, maybe a Yes here or there, but give it lots of mental embellishment. Talk about what they’re feeling.”
“Are you alright?” she asked, her fingers reaching up to brush my cheek.
It was like electricity shooting through me, and I jumped at her touch. I looked up at her, trying not to let my emotions show in my face.
“Now, you think you got this?” she said softly, her fingers still lingering on my cheek.
I just nodded as she slid the pages in front of me and stood up.
“Okay, let’s hear it. Tell me how you are going to do the sex scene. It’s easier to say it, and then rewrite it. Saying it out loud lets you see the stumbling points.”
I stared at her as she leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts. I tried to imagine what those perfect globes of womanhood must look like.
“David, you still with me?”
“Uhm, yeah. I just …”
“Okay, here goes. Uhm… Her whole body shivered as he touched her, the contact was electric. She wanted to stop him, to stop the madness. He was just a kid, her kid! The feeling wasn’t real for him, just a youthful fascination. For her it would be more, so much more. She stared into his eyes, afraid, afraid if she looked away, if she did anything to interrupt, he might flee.”
I paused to look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. I was pleased to see her smile. Encouraged, I continued.
“His fingers struggled with her bra, fumbling with the clasp. She wanted to help, to flip the bra open, to release herself to him. His frustration was clear on his face. She started to move her hand up, to assist him and suddenly he got it. The clasp sprung open, and the cups fell away. The look on his face was priceless, reminding her of the first time he rode his bike.”
“I love that.” Shelly said, “You are painting a vivid picture.”
Shelly’s encouragement gave me courage and the words began tumbling out, faster than I could have written them.
“She watched him as his head turned downward, taking in her nakedness. She was shaking all over, out of sheer excitement or nervousness she wasn’t sure. She wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to not be disappointed. She tried to read the expression on his face as he eyed her naked breasts. His hand reached out, trembling, as if what lay before him might disappear at any moment, flee like a rabbit frightened by sudden movement. In truth she felt that way, her own body trembling. She fought back the panic rising inside her, the burning desire that threatened to consume her.”
“That’s enough!” Shelly said, her own face turning crimson. “I think you have the idea.”
“You sure?” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts, which seemed to have grown as I spoke.
“No, uh, you got it.” she said, standing up.
She let out a soft sigh, as she stepped back.
“I want to read it again when you’re done.” she said before turning and walking away.