Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I looked fleetingly at the other end of the table where Trudy was cutting into her meet so forcefully the cutlery scraped across the fine china with an annoying screeching sound.
He didn’t seem to notice, or he was an expert at ignoring her. The look on her face was enough to spoil my dinner, so I kept my head down and focused on my plate.
His low mesmerizing voice soon distracted me from my thoughts as he started asking me questions about myself. It’s odd how that worked.
It was a bit odd having a conversation with him when the other occupant was entirely left out. But I soon relaxed as he kept the conversation light.
By the time I made it back upstairs I was bone tired. I hadn’t even had time to unpack yet and wasn’t looking forward to it now either.
But I needed my nightclothes which usually consisted of an over large tee shirt and shorts, which were optional.
In the room I unzipped my case which Callan had finally brought up earlier that day along with my box of books and the laptop I never went anywhere without.
As I moved to pack my stuff away in the armoire and chest of drawers, I noticed that one of the drawers already held something. I removed it and found a cotton nightgown.
The innocent looking garment felt gossamer thin, but something about it was very appealing. Just looking at it I could almost feel the coolness of it against my skin. It was perfect for the warm summer evening.
Did I mention that the house did not have air conditioning, but instead used huge ceiling fans to keep the place cool? I don’t know how but somehow they seem to get the job done.
When I held the nightie up to the light I noticed it wasn’t that innocent after all. I could see right through the light cotton, but that was no deterrent.
That soft cool cotton was just the thing to get me through the long sticky summer night. Much better than my thicker tee for sure.
I don’t know why. Why I left off unpacking and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom at the other end. Or why I carried the gown with me?
I attributed my slow movements to tiredness, and the fact that I didn’t quite feel like I was the one in charge of my own body to the same. After the accident this had happened a lot in fact, so I wasn’t too worried about it.
I removed my clothes like a stripper dancing to an old slow tune. Slowly and methodically. My skin prickled in the coolness of the cavernous bathroom, my nipples hardening under the breeze that came through the open window.
Once in the shower I stayed under the water, way too long. Washing away the grime of the day as well as any lingering heartache that I might have brought with me.
I don’t recall ever having a shower quite like it. My hands moved the soap over my body almost like a lover. And since when is my skin this sensitive?
Every little touch seemed to touch off a spark of something in me. So that by the time I was rinsing off, I felt a tingling between my legs and my breasts felt heavy.
Once my shower was over, I moved almost dreamlike as I dried my skin before pulling the cotton gown over my head.
I watched in the old silver mirror over the sink as it fell into place, coming to an end above my knees. Just as I imagined, it was cool and comfy and I admired the way it moved around my body as I walked.
My medium sized breasts looked fuller, firmer, beneath the cloth with no bra. And I could see though the lighting was a bit dim, the space between my thighs. I hadn’t brought any underwear into the bath with me. I felt decadent.
There was a brush sitting there on the vanity which I used to brush my waist length hair to a shine, before gathering my dirty clothes and leaving the room again, heading back to mine.
My limbs felt as if I were moving through molasses and suddenly my tiredness became overpowering. And that bed, it looked so inviting. I almost groaned out loud as I imagined how good it was going to feel once I climbed in.
I dropped my dirty clothes on the chair and climbed into bed, looking forward to the first good night’s sleep in a while.
It was then I remembered that I hadn’t called anyone since I arrived. I’d just sent off a text to Amy and mom telling them that I’d got here safe. I’ll call them tomorrow.
I settled in with a smile, hugging my pillow. A pillow that smelt strongly of lavender in spring. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell into the most restful sleep I’ve had in forever.