Feeling sorry for her, you walk over from the couch to the doorway. You put your hands on her shoulders. She looks like she's about to shrink away, but she doesn't move. Slowly, you help her into the room before closing the door behind you. "It's okay, ." You say to her. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
She nods numbly, her head still in her hands. She doesn't seem to be able to face you. After a few seconds of silence, she mutters one word. "Keith."
Just as you suspected. "What happened?"
"He dumped me. He dumped me for some girl he's been fucking behind my back." Her voice was filled with anger and regret. "I can't believe what a tool he was!"
"What did you do?" You ask.
"What else? I slapped him across the face hard enough to make his ears ring." She sighed. "I wanted to beat him to a pulp, but it was a public place and if I hit him as much as I wanted, I'm sure it would be considered assault."
"So you ran home in the rain?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "I would have called you, but..." Her words trailed off and you decide not to push her on the subject. She probably just wanted to be alone. Suddenly, you feel her shudder and shiver under your hands. You realize that she's probably freezing since she's soaked to the bone.
"Look, why don't you come sit down." You reach to the back of the couch and grab a blue fleece blanket that had been draped over the sofa rather haphazardly. "You can wrap yourself up and get warm."
Nodding, she took the blanket, now finally looking up at you. She bit her lower lip and flushed a pink color. "Umm...? I'm going to take my skirt and shirt off...they're wet and uncomfortable. Could you, y'know, turn around?"
You giver her a momentary quizzical look; the two of you have seen each other in your underwear before. Hell, she usually paraded sexily around the room in her bra and panties just for fun, much to your enjoyment. As confused as you are about her sudden shyness, you decide to give her her privacy. It probably had to do with her trouble with Keith.
You turn your back to her and you hear her start to get undressed. The sexually frustrated part of your brain kicks into gear and starts prodding you to take a peek. You're mortified that you would even think about betraying her trust like that, but at the same time you can't help but think about how badly you want to. You hear a piece of garment hits the floor and you take a deep breath. |