Free Psyche Moon by Chrissie Buhr Page B

to cool on my back. “Perfect timing.” She said.
    “For me, but not for you.”
    “Another time. Come on, you’re getting cold.”
    Despite my urging and my departure, she remained to finish her shower, saying the cold didn’t bother her. While she remained in the shower, I grabbed a second pillow from my closet and tidied up my bedroom.
    I felt her presence in the doorway before I realized the shower had turned off. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe, gloriously naked, watching me.
    “What’s your favorite part of the body?” I searched hers, but that wasn’t what she meant. “I offered you penance earlier, so what do you want me to do?” Her offer was genuine and playfully sexual, not raised by some imagined guilt, so I felt myself rise to the challenge.
    “How are you at foot massages?”
    “I can manage.” Her delight told me she could more than manage. Without a word she retreated to the bathroom and returned with a bottle. “Lie down.”
    Stretching out on my queen sized bed, propped up a bit by the pillows, she sat at my feet. Cross-legged again – God she knew how to tease me. I had a perfect view of her breasts, and they glowed under her tanned skin. The bottle contained vanilla oil – I could smell it soon after she opened the bottle. Then she took my left foot into her hands.
    I’ve always loved a good foot massage, on the rare occasion when I could get one, but this one was the best. First I had quite a view with her naked body at my feet and my foot in her lap. My feet genuinely hurt after our hike. Under her touch the muscles eased and my whole body began to relax.
    “Is there anything you can’t do?” I wondered as she worked each toe individually.
    “I can’t sew. Never learned, and never wanted to. I can’t draw or paint or sculpt. I can do a few things with a screwdriver, but don’t ask me to work on your car.”
    “You’re enjoying this, too.”
    “It’s the first intimate thing I’ve done for you – intimate, not sexual or romantic. I’m loving it. I usually like to do things the other way around: romance before intimacy, intimacy before sex. It’s usually more fun to discover the person before you discover their body. But you turned my world upside down the moment I saw you, and it all happened backwards.”
    “Our libidos did sort of take control.” I admitted, though with no regrets.
    “I like the way we started. I wanted you the moment I met you, and at the same time I saw someone I wanted to know and discover. I’ve never felt the two together so strongly before. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was leave you at your front door last night. But it was worth it, waiting until we found the clearing and finding each other under the trees. I can’t imagine a more perfect beginning to our relationship.” She switched feet.
    I was getting sleepy, but she had one more question. “Do you need to get up in the morning?” She would be there in the morning, I thought, smiling.
    “No. I don’t work until Monday.”
    “Any other plans?” She wanted to know if she could stay all day.
    “My boyfriend’s supposed to come over at one. I guess that means you’ll have to go by lunch.” I teased her, and her laugh was music.
    Her gentle pressures on my right foot relaxed me until I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep. Good night. That was all the encouragement I needed.
     

Chapter 3
    I woke to the gentle brush of her mind. Awake and stroking my shoulder with her hands, I could feel her presence in front of me.
    “Good morning.”
    I opened my eyes. “Much better than an alarm clock. What time is it?”
    “A quarter after eight. You’re so sweet when you sleep.”
    She’d been watching me, and the thought brought a smile to my lips. “How long have you been awake?”
    “A while.” She was exactly where she wanted to be, as was I. The covers had fallen to the floor, and I suspected that was Billie’s doing. The chilliness of the morning raised