Free Temptation Island by C.C. Soltry

teacher’s meager salary it could be a pricey one.  She just loved the way good silk felt against her skin.  It made her feel confident and powerful.
    Carm dropped the towel and slipped into the matching lavender silk set.  The thin material slid smoothly along her skin and settled low across her hip bones.  Carm preferred the new style of panties that rode ultra low. 
    Folding into the low cut bra, Carm adjusted the cups and shook her shoulders to settle them in place.  It was a tip she’d learned after her breasts had fully developed.  If a person wasn’t careful they could end up with a nipple that pointed northwest and another that went south. Big boobs had to be smooshed and jostled into order. 
    With her breasts in their proper resting spots Carm decided to blow dry her hair before she put on her clothes.  It wasn’t humid in the room, but it was warm with soft breezed coming in through the open window.
    Releasing her hair from the towel and combed through it with a pick.  Since she liked her straight hair to pack as much volume as possible, she bent at the waist and set about drying her tresses upside down.  It made her face quite red, but the effort was well worth it.
    When she was finished drying her hair Carm flipped back upright and ran her fingers through it.  She needed to give it a moment to settle so she strode back over to the bed to get dressed.
    The svelte camel colored suit was one of her favorites.  Made of lightweight material it was a year round winner.  Even in the hundred plus degree heat of an Eastern Washington summer.  She loved to punch it up with some funky colored blouses and hip jewelry.
    As Carm pulled on the slim pants her mind refused to obey her orders any more and an image of Marek popped into her head.  Every scrumptious, glistening inch of him.
    Groaning, Carm snatched up her thin fuscia silk shell and slid it over her head.  The material whispered along her bare arms and settled into a deep vee at her chest.  Muttering under her breath about stupid, idiot mistakes, Carm tucked the material into the waist of her pants.
    Doubts and worry had been held at bay too long and now came crashing over her like a tidal wave.  Carm was staggered by the force of it.  She let out a shaky breath and lowered to the edge of the bed.  What am I going to do?
    Her troubles went far deeper than the actual marriage that she couldn’t remember taking place.  No, in went beyond that.  It went deep to the very core of who she was.  This fiasco meant that Carm had to reevaluate her belief in her self, her morals and her commitment to herself.
    What kind of person just tossed their whole belief structure out the window for one night of fun?  Even if her judgment had been impaired by alcohol.  She’d spent her whole life secure in who she was and confident in her decisions. 
    Now she questioned everything.
    Carm ran her hands through her hair and stood up.  She had to finish getting ready because pity party or not, the job wouldn’t wait. 
    As Carm applied makeup she thought back to the numerous conversations she’d had with her sister and friends over the years about sex.  Carm didn’t have anything against sex, not at all.  She’d felt desire and lust same as any girl.  Those were natural feelings.  And she handled those feelings same as most girls did.  Alone.
    It seemed to be popular consensus among her friends that sex could be good, it could even be great.  But it wasn’t magical until love was involved on both sides.  And that’s what she wanted.  She was a greedy woman and didn’t want to settle for second best. 
    She wanted the magic.
    Carm didn’t feel much like passing the time with inferior, ho-hum sex.  I her mind it was a waste of time.  Sex was sex and could be plenty good.  But she didn’t want good , she wanted the best.  And the best didn’t happen unless there was love.  Simple as that.
    That’s why Carm was still a virgin and proud to be