I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was s...anding at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to. "I was amazed at how much this sexually charged banter between us was turning me on, and how easy it was to talk like this with him, especially when a short while ago I would never have had the nerve to say words like 'fuck' or talk about sex with a boy."Do we have to wait?" he said."Why. Are you horny again?" I asked."Fuck Yes." he said, "I'm almost coming again just thinking about being inside you."There was still no sign of the others."Come on." he said. He stood up and grabbed my hand.The. "He stopped and looked around. "What are you looking for? Justundo it." There, over this way, and he gestured with is left hand towardthe bed." WHAT! Oh no. What happened earlier, that was a mistake Gary.I can't do that." I started to back away from him pulling on myskirt as I did, putting tension on my clothes."Wait! You're going to tear your dress. All I meant was for youto stand on the bed and put some slack in the fabric. What thehell is wrong with you?" He looked genuinely annoyed at me.. I realized that I was clutching the libretto to my chest. I put in on my lap.His eyes narrowed in a way that was more self-protective than calculating, as if he really had something big at risk when he asked me the next question."Then why don't you just stay here with me?" You don't mind?" I wanted to be sure that he was sure. I knew I was sure."Not at all!" he replied with his typical jock-in-the-locker-room enthusiasm. "Yes, I would very much like to stay," I said, suddenly feeling that I had.