Chapter 4: Prick

Dawn was about to have its first blink when I woke up. Thoughts of facing a waking neighbourhood troubled me. I wasn't ready to face that, and I'm most certainly sure Cynthia wasn't ready either.

Cynthia was still sound asleep. The sight of her breasts pulled me in and I closed my lips around her areola. I gently sucked on her nipple, and closed my eyes, relishing the taste of her. Cynthia stirred a bit and moaned from her sleep.

I silently pulled away from her, left the bed, and moved to dress up. I contemplated between waking her up, and letting her sleep. What if I woke her and she found it difficult returning to bed?

Not to be rude, I tapped her. She stirred.

“Good morning, Darl,” I said.

“Good morning,” she said with a croaked voice and turned to look at me with sleepy eyes.

“It's almost dawn and I need to go.”

“Okay. Would you want me to see you out?”

“No, don't bother. Except maybe in locking the door.”

“Okay.” Cynthia slowly got out of bed and got to her feet.

I wished I didn't have to leave so early. Only this was a small town and I didn't want Cynthia and I to be the neighbourhood gossip.

Cynthia saw me to the door.

“Hold,” I said and moved to the window close to the door. I peeped at the street through the slightly parted curtain and saw darkness was beginning to fade, but the streets remained deserted. I looked at the houses around and none of the windows were lit.

I nodded. I moved to embrace the serene ember of Cynthia's body and I whispered, “Thank you.”

She lightly caressed my back. “Thank you too.”

I broke the hug and locked my gaze with her starlit gaze to see the look of longing in her eyes. They gleamed with a silent radiance that begged me to stay. But there were our neighbours…the small town. Were we really ready to deal with all that?

Painfully, I turned and made my way out of the house. When I got home, I fell on my bed and resumed my sleep.

Breakfast felt better this morning. The toasted bread and steaming coffee were just satisfying enough, but I grinned at thoughts of the previous night.

My phone rang and I looked at it to see it was Cynthia calling. I answered the call.

“Hey,” I said.

“Thanks for last night,” Cynthia said.

“I should be the one saying thank you. So, thank you.”

“Well, I said it first.”

“Fine.” I grinned. “How was your night?”

“It was good,” Cynthia acknowledged. “Thank you. How was yours?

I sat down on the living room sofa. “I really enjoyed mine. Thank you.” I waited for the fracture of a moment which was within seconds before I said, “Did the cuddling help, or it just made your night intense?”

I hoped Cynthia knew what I was referring to.

“It helped, but also…”

Like time's breath, I waited, hoping she would add to it. I didn't want to distract her chain of thought. But when she didn't say anything, I asked, “But also?”

“You look innocent,” she chimed in.

I laughed. “Yeah. I know. I just know stuff.”

“I don't agree.”

I tried to control my laughter. “What don't you agree?”

“What you did...it made me horny,” she divulged.

Guilt greeted me with a warm touch just learning this. If she had told me this in person, I would have done something about it.

“I'm sorry,” I apologised. “That cuddling position was a dangerous one. Seeing how you were against me, plus the feel of you and all that, I just had to explore a bit.”

“You're really naughty,” Cynthia said.

I chuckled. “I'm sorry.”

“What are you apologising for?”

“I'm apologising for the naughty part. I couldn't resist.”

“You couldn't resist what?”

“The feel of you,” I uttered.

“That's how I like being cuddled,” Cynthia put forth.

I remembered the video she sent yesterday and said, “I know.”

“Anyway, it's fine.”

“So all the times you've been cuddled like that, nothing ever happened?”

“No. Nothing ever happened.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know,” Cynthia said. “I guess they never really knew my body. You really got me last night.”

“I hope it was in a good way?” I asked.

“Yeah. It was. It was a nice time though.”

“Yeah. I loved every bit of it.”

After a brief moment, I questioned, “Would you want that to repeat itself?”

“What exactly?” Cynthia asked.

“The time we spent together? Every bit of it?”

“I reckon it's okay.”

“How about tonight?”

The boy inside me jumped with excitement and the hope of a frigid night.

“Not so sure about tonight,” Cynthia answered.

The prick of her words caused a ripple of disappointment through me.

“Okay,” I said.

“I won't be around tonight. That's why. But I'd very much like it to happen again.”

I grinned. “Alright then.”