Page 19 of The Curve
I hear her giggle.
When she walks in I see her size me up. It’s a momentary sweep of my body, head to toe. But no doubt about it…she took an extra nanosecond on my junk.
“Yeah, I need them hemmed and taken in around the waist a little,” I say holding out the extra inch with my thumb. I wish she was looking down them right now. I’d give her an after-dinner surprise.
“Did you bring the shoes you wear with them?”
“No. I’ve just got my tennis shoes.”
“Alright. Next time bring the right shoes. Stand in front of the mirror.”
I chuckle a little. “You’re one bossy tailor. Am I going to be punished if I disobey?”
She’s not making eye contact with me, but she’s smiling, and her lips are pursed together holding back a laugh I think. God, I love embarrassing her. I stand in front of the mirror and lift my shirt so she has access to my waistband. Maybe I hold it a little higher than needed, but I want her to see the goods. When she looks, an eyebrow lifts almost imperceptibly.
I feel her fingers grasping the fabric and holding the extra half inch on each side. I stay quiet. Her hand is shaking a bit. Am I making her nervous? Hope so. She places pins on the waist and lower.
“Ow!” I flinch with the pin stick to my side.
“Oh, sorry!”
She repositions the pin. This time avoiding my flesh. Then she comes around in front of me and stares at my crotch. Wish it wouldn’t be rude to give a few pumps.
“I’m just seeing how things hang. It’s off a bit. On the left.”
“Well…” I say it with a big grin.
“Oh! Yes! Understood.”
She understands exactly what I’m referring to. I hang left and now she knows. It takes her only a half-minute more to repin and be satisfied. Then she gets on her knees. Fuck me.
“Now for the hem,” she says, as if she needs to explain her position.
Starting in the back she pins my pants to the length she likes.
“Turn to the side,” she says.
I do. My dick’s starting to harden with the knowledge her face is going to be close very soon.
“Turn to the front.”
Slowly I turn to face her, or rather dick her. Green eyes glimpse the bulge in my pants, then move to my hem. Quickly she pins the last of the measurements.
“That’s it,” she says, standing before another two seconds pass.
Then she starts talking fast, a nervous kind of stream of consciousness. “It’s important to make things hang right. It spoils the whole look if it’s lopsided. That’s why I was looking so intently, and umm, why I had to repin. I think it’ll take…”
Her words fade away as I step off the round and walk slowly toward her. I crook my finger calling her to me as she backs up.
“What? No! Wait!” She covers her mouth then tells me to stay quiet with a finger to her luscious lips.
I keep following as she retreats backwards across the room. When I have her trapped against the bed she climbs on and walks to the other side laughing while trying to keep balanced.
“Stay back!” She makes a cross with her fingers as if I can be deterred like a vampire.
I stop. “Come here, Charlotte.”
She stops. “Just let me say one thing.”
“No. Come here before I have to slap your ass and pull your hair.”
It’s a good sign that one eyebrow lifts as she walks to the edge of the bed and takes my extended hand as I help her down.
“What exactly is it you want?” she says, knowing the answer.
I lift her face in my hands and look into her eyes. I take the kiss.
No more baby steps. One big step for man, one giant leap for me. Magic.
