Page 22 of The Warmth of Our Closest Star

“Why lie?”

“I am only a pervert because I have a good teacher.”

“You’re a good student.”

He laid a hand over mine and guided my hand along his stomach, up to his chest, along his side, helping me to explore his body with my fingertips.

I sighed. “Peter?”

“Yes?”

“What do you think?”

“Of what?”

I blushed and Peter had a moment of realization.

“You’re even more attractive with the lights on,” he said, bringing my hand up to his lips to kiss it. “I’d ask that you don’t wear clothes for the rest of your visit, but I want us to leave the house every now and again without getting arrested.”

His lips touched the back of my hand. Then he opened my hand with both of his so that he could kiss the palm, the fingertips, then the back of it again. His eyes never left mine.

The late-morning sunlight shone along Peter’s milky flesh as he sat atop me and his lips made love to my hand. Laying my other hand upon his thigh, I sighed happily as Peter stared down into my eyes. I’d never felt so many pleasant emotions at one time before. Flooding through me, I felt I’d be overcome with those feelings. I wanted to kiss Peter. I wanted to trail my fingers over his entire body so that my fingertips memorized every inch of him.

I wanted to pull Peter down and hold him; refuse to ever let go. I wanted to push him off of me and onto the bed so that we could have sex again. And again. I wanted to do things that I had fantasized about many times but had never admitted out loud to anyone before. I wanted to tell Peter those things and see the surprise and hungry desire in his eyes. And I wanted to hold him and kiss him tenderly so he knew how I cared for him.

I wanted to thank him profusely. Like an orphan with a bowl empty of gruel.

Thanks for the mind-blowing sex. Please, sir. May I have some more?

I wanted to thank him for almost effortlessly introducing me to this other side of me.

I wanted him to know that it wasn’t only his body that I desired.

And I wanted to stare at him so that every inch of his body was burned as an indelible memory in the deepest recesses of my brain. So even when old age came to claim parts of me and tossed them into the void of time, Peter would always be there.

“I could look at you like this forever,” I said.

“My knees are eventually going to give out,” Peter teased, but he gave no indication he intended to move. “Then I’ll be stuck here. And so will you.”

“Oh, no,” I cooed happily. “That would devastate me. Whatever would I do?”

I moved my hands to his hips and let my fingers dig into his flesh playfully.

“Again,” Peter said. “You are a pervert.”

“Do you hate it?”

He laughed.

“Definitely not. I could think of worse things than being trapped on top of you forever.”

My fingers dug into his flesh a little harder. Peter looked down.

“No,” he said, looking down at my groin. “Breakfast first.”

I laughed warmly and groaned with frustration. Not at Peter, but with the sudden unleashing of my libido. Of course, I’d always known that it was there, lurking in the darkest recesses of my mind. It had simply been waiting for the right person to be unleashed. Peter had proven to be the perfect candidate. The genie was out of the bottle, and I knew as long as Peter was near, it would refuse to go back inside. Of course, I wanted to argue with Peter that food was not nearly as important as what was slowly trying to rise and push against his groin, but I knew he was right.

“I…can I request a special favor?” I asked.