Love, Lust 'n Geology (1ST DRAFT)

Chapter 28: Mastur...gazing!

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Chapter 28: Mastur...gazing!

When Samina stepped out of her room in the morning, she expected to encounter the same, yummy smells that had tantalizingly greeted her nose on every previous such occasion at Tom's. Nothing. Not a thing! She wondered what was going on. Was the honeymoon over? Was Tom no longer going to be preparing elaborate breakfasts for her now that he had got her? Wait - horrors! - was he expecting her to do the cooking now? The thought was so alarming that she felt a little weak and considered going straight back to bed!

She saw that Tom's door was ajar, and peeked inside. He wasn't there. She was struck by the neat appearance of his room. Tom's bed was made. Not a single, errant piece of clothing was in sight! To each his own, she supposed. She much preferred to simply keep the door to her room closed!

This time, she washed herself, as she had intended to do yesterday, kneeling in the tub and pouring water over herself using a plastic jug. It wasn't as luxurious as having a shower but was still several steps up - perhaps even an entire flight? - from taking a dip in cold, lake water.

She'd awoken once during the night to pee. Tom's door had been open, wide open. She'd been disappointed to see a sheet covering him, well, up to his waist, anyway. It was funny how the invisible barrier that had separated them that night when she'd stood outside his door, gawking at him, or rather at his body, had been removed. They had been virtual strangers then. Things were so different now. He was hers while she, oh, she was most definitely his! Not only that but they'd been intimate already - to a degree.

She had felt that she could easily step into the room. But to what end? To torment him? To arouse him - she smiled as she recalled his comment about how easily that occurred - and then deny him? No, it wasn't right! Not at all! Besides, she hadn't been at all sure that lying in the dark next to him with his glorious, naked body against hers, that she could have successfully denied herself!

It would have been so easy. Just slip off her underwear and indicate her readiness to him. And then to feel his rather prominent vertebrate lodge itself inside her - she wondered what it felt like when your hymen was broken (yikes!) - and stroke her, deliciously stroke her, as she'd imagined it umpteen times doing!

She changed into her dress and descended the stairs slowly, thoughts of him, of the two of them, preoccupying her. She was surprised to discover that Tom wasn't in the kitchen. Nor was he in the living room! Where was he? It was bad enough that she wasn't to be provided any breakfast - the bare counters and table supported her surmise that Tom hadn't cooked anything - but had she been abandoned as well? If that was the case, then the honeymoon truly was over!

She made a last, desperate check of the oven. No, nothing in there! A pot of coffee sat warming in the coffee maker, but no tea. Last time, Tom had had her tea ready for her! Was she expected to start drinking coffee now? As if that would ever happen - as in, over her dead body! (While she had no desire to surround herself with objects when she was buried, in the manner of Egyptian pharaohs, it would be comforting to go to her final resting place with her tea mug in hand.) Alas, a most unpromising start to the morning, not to mention, to their relationship!

Unlocking the front door, she poked her head out. Tom's truck, as well as her own, sat side by side in the driveway. There was only one other place he could be, well, aside from the basement, she supposed.