Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University

theme song to ‗The Stripper‘. I realize it‘s easier to go along. We wrap ourselves in the thick
terrycloth robes that hang in the closet and slip into the sandals we bought that afternoon. It is
nearly 2 am when we reach the hot tub. I am relieved to see a net over it, the water calm and
transparent. Jim is undeterred. He figures out how to remove the netting and locates the switch to
turn on the whirlpool. The noise is loud and I am sure someone will come out, tell us we‘re
trespassing, order us to leave. But no one comes and Jim slips into the water.
―Come on,‖ he beckons with a smile. I can run but how far Sooner or later, I have to stop
and allow myself to be caught. I loosen the belt to my robe and lift it up as I step into the tub. With
my back toward Jim, I whip it off and drop into the water. My legs search for a spot his hasn‘t
claimed but his feet are everywhere. Our knees touch. ―Now,‖ he says, ―watch and learn.‖ I see his
arms disappear under the white foam and he arches back as he lifts his cheeks off the seat tugging to
the left, then right. Soon, I feel his suit touch my knees. I attempt to jerk my legs back but he has
my feet pinned under his. ―See how easy that was‖ he says. His arms emerge and spread out
against the tub‘s rim. ―Your turn.‖
―I‘m not doing that,‖ I say.
―Why‖ he asks. ―Got something I haven‘t seen before Just slide the straps off your
arms.‖
I can do at least that, I think, seeing that the only way to get back to the room is to give in a
little. I scoot down until my shoulders are under the foam and pull the straps off letting them hang
around my arms. My knee comes close to his groin and he slides forward causing me to push back.
I cross my arms over my chest hoping to create something there that resembles a larger cleavage.
―There,‖ I say and lean my head back, closing my eyes. We are quiet for awhile and I think he has
given up.
―Now just push the suit down to your waist,‖ he says. ―Feel the bubbles on your breasts.‖ I
decide to keep my eyes closed, pretend I‘m sleeping but then he moves forward and I realize he‘s
going to pull it down for me. My hands jerk up and I motion for him to stay put. I inch the suit
down on either side while trying to keep my arms crossed in front of me, preventing him from
seeing anything more than what I‘ve shown. ―Well‖ he whispers.
My nipples are erect. A thousand nerve endings have sprung to life and there‘s a stirring
down below that makes my knees squeeze together.
―Now just tug the thing off,‖ he says. ―Let your suit rest against my knee.‖
Beads of sweat gather on my forehead. There is an ache in my groin that signals the first
stirrings I‘ve had since this journey began. My entire body, in fact, screams to break loose. I arch
my back and pull it off, dragging the suit to my knees. It diverts Jim‘s attention. He smiles, his toes
loosen their hold on my feet and he slides a foot up the side of my calf.
―Now,‖ he says, ―was that so scary‖ Content, he closes his eyes and leans his head back. I
look up at the sky, at the constellations above my head. My legs inch open and the swirling water
massages places I have neglected for so long. The bubbles squeeze inside crevices, tickling,
popping, exhaling hot breath where none has ever been. I feel lightheaded. I close my eyes and
slide down so that only my shoulders are exposed. I breathe deeply, uncross my arms hold onto the
tub‘s rim and allow my breasts to bob beneath the water‘s surface. My toes lift off the tub floor and
nestle in between Jim‘s legs. I‘m amazed at how aroused he‘s become.
―There‘s a lot about me you don‘t know,‖ I say.
―Yeah‖
―Aren‘t you curious‖
He opens his eyes a crack. ―Maybe.‖ He lets his eyes close and his foot moves higher up my
leg.
I take a deep breath, let go of the tub and float.
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