She said: “I couldn’t sleep. I guess I have gotten used to sleeping after midnight and now I am feeling a little edgy about sleeping earlier than that.”
I pondered her use of the word “edgy”. It conveyed more meanings than simply not being able to sleep early. What was it that was making her feel edgy, that’s what I wanted to know?
I threw my two bits worth at her: “Yeah. Me too. I am having trouble sleeping as well.” In a way, I tried to tell her that I was feeling “edgy” as well, hoping that she would read into it and realize that something was up on my side as well.
By coming back to my room, she had made the first move to end the awkwardness that had crept up between us. Only it was an indirect move and there was no clear-cut way for me to respond to it. I just sat there quietly, thinking of what to say next, as did she while standing next to me.
She was the first to come up with something after a long pause. “You haven’t seen the farm yet. How about tomorrow I take you around?”
I smiled with relief. “Yeah, that would be nice. I’ll look forward to it.”
She smiled as well, as the tension faded from her body.
“Good. So, it’s a date.”
“Yeah, it’s a date.” I felt quite at ease.
She folded her hands behind her back, bent a little forward, and swayed her torso as she said: “Shall we try our goodnight thing again?”
There was a glint of playfulness in her eyes and a touch of naughtiness on her lips. She looked cute and I was moved by her subtle way of bringing up a subject that I had no idea about how to bring it up. There was acknowledgement of the fact that we had overreacted and of the fact that there was something to overreact to; only we shouldn’t have and she was now trying to undo whatever that needed to be undone. In other words, she wanted to start over and get past the earlier incident. I felt relieved, especially for not being the only one who had felt awkward.
“We can, only that I am not as decent now as I was earlier.”
She laughed a good, hearty laugh. “Well, in that case, I will only look above your bellybutton.”
“No, really.” I said with seriousness. “I am not decent. I am only in my briefs. First turn around and let me get decent.”
Once she realized my seriousness, she quickly turned around. I was reluctant in getting out from under the blanket, but I eventually did. I went to the closet and put my pants on quickly and then retrieved my undershirt from the dresser. Once I was “decent”, I said: “Okay. I am now ready.” As a joke, I wrapped the bed sheet around my waist pretending to do it for the sake of modesty. She had another laugh as I stood in front of her.
She put her arms around my neck and I placed my arms around her waist. As she pressed into me, I realized that her T-shirt was even more effective than her one piece dress in enhancing the contours of her back. At the same time, there was a lot less material between her and me, so the softness was even more penetrating than before. Her breasts felt good on my chest even though her bra was taking away some of the heavenly feelings oozing out of her T-shirt.