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smooth expanse of it, and the way it
glided beneath his fingertips. She wanted him to touch her
everywhere, to put his mouth all over her. Disconnecting himself
from his common sense, he let it all go, and for the first time in
his life, did something just for the hell of it.
     
    Charlotte lay in her bed, the overhead fan
twirling above her doing nothing to alleviate the stickiness from
her body. The air was oppressive, it needed to rain, but for days
now there had been nothing but heavy humidity, with clouds that
threatened but did not follow through. She ran her fingers over her
breasts lightly, teasing herself with her own fingers, thinking
about Toby's mouth, about how he had consumed her in the same place
where her fingers were now trailing. He was lying in the room right
next to her, just beyond the wall.
    Her parent's bedroom was upstairs at the
opposite side of the house, the only room on the second floor, a
sort of suite they had set up for themselves with their own
bathroom and a small sitting room with a couch and TV that
Charlotte imagined they watched their porn on. She'd had plenty of
opportunities to go through their room when they weren't home and
over the years she had found all manner of items that had at first
confused her, but more recently, had started to excite her. In any
event, it was two in the morning and they were shuttered far away,
so Charlotte slipped out of bed, removing her underpants as she did
so, softly padding to her door, quietly cracking it open and
stepping out into the hallway.
    Their pool interlude this afternoon had
ended rather abruptly, and Charlotte was still confused as to what
had exactly gone wrong. One minute he was all over her, and the
next, he was out of the pool and striding away without even a
backward glance. He had kept himself hidden away until dinner time,
where he had steadfastly ignored her gaze and eaten without saying
very much at all, retreating back into his room in silence at the
conclusion of the meal.
    She turned the handle of his bedroom door
gently, easing herself into the room, sliding the lock into place
as she shut it quietly behind her. His fan was blowing overhead and
he had the windows open with the curtains pulled back. His room was
illuminated by the moon, the shadows soft within. Her eyes landed
on the bed where he was sprawled asleep, no covers on top of him,
only a pair of pyjama shorts on. Charlotte stopped by the side of
the bed, her eyes surveying him. He was beautiful, in the way that
young men can be, as they hold on to the remnants of boyhood while
beginning to look like the man they will soon become. Toby had a
vulnerability about him that slipped out when he wasn't trying so
hard to cover everything up. She had intended on coming in here to
wake him, entice him into making out with her some more, to tease
him into wanting sex. Looking at him though, his face so soft in
sleep, she wanted nothing more than to curl up beside him and sleep
against him herself. It was the most curious of feelings, a
sensation within that was entirely foreign to her, and not
necessarily wanted. She did not develop feelings for boys. She made
out with them. Teased them. Mocked them. Made them lust after her.
She did not curl up beside them so she could sleep against their
bodies. Frowning, she backed away from the bed, not at all
comfortable with this odd instinctive reaction to him. Instead of
going back to her own room, she decided she would instead go out
into the moonlight for a swim in the pool. She could do with a
cooling off, for more reasons than one, and if she was quiet
enough, no one would know she was even out there.
     
    Despite her best efforts at getting him to
break, Toby resisted Charlotte over the next few days, to the point
where he began to impress even himself with his level of will
power. Of course, he was becoming intimately acquainted with his
own hand a bit more than he would have liked, but it was the lesser
of two evils, given the