An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 4: Devils Advocate

"Why?"

"Take a look at me."

"Okay," I said, looking straight at her face.

"My body, dude. Look at it."

"Okay." I looked at her from head to toe three times. "Am I supposed to be seeing something?"

"Are you into this body?"

"What?" I blurted and said it again in a calmer voice.

"You heard me. How much are you into this?" It was a weird question. I couldn't tell if she was genuine or trying to arouse me with a new kind of foreplay.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Those girls think I'm beautiful," she said, sitting crisscross with her hands on her knees. "Do you think they would say the same thing if I told them what I am?"

"I don't know," I said at first without giving myself a chance to think carefully about the right words.

"I thought so too..."

"I'm sure they would keep their same opinions."

"I doubt it." The negativity about her image began to concern me a little bit. I thought she was about to go on a rant to trash her image of what people might think of her. Then she suddenly cracked a smirk. She chuckled and then sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with her eyes. "You haven't answered my question."

"You know my answer."

"Then say it to me." Instead of using words, I removed my pants and underwear to give physical evidence of how much I was. It took a few seconds for the example to get its point across. I was too stressed by what she said before to speed things up.

"Is that good enough?"

"Yes, but I also want to see something else. I wanted you here so I could see your reaction too."

"Reaction to what?"

"The way you interact with me. I just wanted to see how much you're into me." I got a gut-wrenching feeling something was off. We both knew I adored her. I had enough examples she could reference yet she asked if I was interacting with her for the first time.

"What is eating at you this time?" I said and sat with her shoulder to shoulder. "Did they say something to you?"

"No," she said, laying her head on my shoulder. "I can't stop thinking what Teagan said to me." She rubbed the hair on my chest while she spoke. "It's eating at me like a nagging itch." There were no other points of view I could say other than that she should ignore her cousin's statements, period. "Why didn't I try?" I didn't have a good explanation. She kept rubbing my chest as she blindly stared at it. It lasted for a few seconds until I asked why she kept touching me. "You've gotten hairy."

"I have?"

"And, you're growing facial hair. When did that start?"

"A few days after I asked you out."

"Oh," she snickered. "That's so weird, dude. Sounds like you became more manly when you asked me out."

"That sounds silly."

"It does," she said and laughed with me. "You look even more handsome with that stubble."

"Do you want me to grow it out?"

Instead of a simple answer, she caressed my jaw and sat up to make out with me. She threw me on my back without letting her lips break away. Her thighs gripped my waist as she lay on top of me. Her boobs pressed and rubbed my chest the more she got feisty. We kissed until we had to catch our breath. She backed away and cleaned the saliva from our mouths with a blanket.