Even that slight increase of pressure draws a sound from you, somewhere between a faint gasp and a hiss, the sound like veiled consent as your mouth p...lls away for a moment. I feel hot breath coat my face as your head gestures towards your bed. The rest of our clothes are lost along the way, a pile twined as naturally together as you and I always are when we have these stolen moments all to ourselves. Our own little pocket of the universe where we will never judge one another for what we crave.. Her outfit was a short black dress with a bib front, cut quite low that showed the top of her boobs. There was lace trim round the back of her neck, that matched a lace hat on her head. The dress was very short, so much that when she sat down her stocking tops showed I didn’t know what to say or do just followed Lillian in taking our coats off, and handed them to Nancy to hang up. As she was doing this she made small talk about how our trip up had been, just matter of fact as if she always. .he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her make-up and lipstick on. Those lips were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his lips on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their lips separated...If only she knew the thoughts in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the. I unfolded it, ‘You’re beautiful!’ I looked to the other side of the room, Rich Roebuck gesticulated, pointing to Connie. Simultaneously, Jimmy hissed, ‘Pass it on’, with a ventriloquist face. I passed it on. Connie read the note, gave Roebuck a beautiful smile, passed a reply back and broke my heart. I told her at break that Roebuck was a bully. Connie was angry, apparently Rich was a ‘dreamboat’ and I was ‘jealous’. They became an item and I was out in the cold. They were the first in our set.