Unrequited

One Day Together - Summer 1976 - Part 2

The next morning, Arianna awoke to the sound of her Nana lightly snoring beside her. They shared a bed when they visited the Taylors, which was perfectly fine with her. Except for that morning. For the first time in her life, Arianna felt shame lying next to her grandmother. It was because of what she had done the night before: touched herself. She knew it had to be naughty. And it was all Nigel's fault that she had done it. He had made her feel things that she had never felt before.

She rubbed her face with her hands and smelled a funny smell. What was that? She smelled each of her hands and realized the one that she'd used to touch herself had a weird smell to it. Was that what she smelled like down there? Was it because of the sex? That meant the smell would be even stronger on her privates. She couldn't let anyone else know she smelled like that! Then they'd know she'd had sex! She needed to get a bath immediately.

She got out of bed, quietly gathered her clothes to wear for the day, and tried to tiptoe out of the room. But even with her attempts to be silent, her Nana still awoke, lifting her head to see Arianna.

"Where are you going?" Nana Maggie asked.

"I was going to get a bath. I feel dirty," she answered, the last statement taking on a whole new meaning.

"Well, alright. Just be quiet. It's still early. I wouldn't want you to wake the others," Nana lightly chided and then laid back down. Arianna opened the door, and as she went to step into the hall, Jean Taylor was just walking by.

"Good morning, Arianna. Everything all right?" Jean asked, pleasantly smiling at the girl. She liked Arianna, and she hoped that her Nigel did too.

"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor. I was going to get a bath," she explained, nervously fidgeting with her clothes. Could Mrs. Taylor smell her? She needed to get clean!

"All right, dear. You know where everything is," Jean said, motioning her toward the bathroom. Arianna nodded and hurried into the bathroom, nervously smiling as she turned to shut the door.

Nigel woke when he heard voices in the hall. When he heard Arianna's voice, he leapt out of his bed and hurried to the door, cracking it open just enough so he could listen to and see her. She was so pretty! He heard her tell his Mum she was going to get a bath, and his mind wandered down the naughty path of her being naked. He wondered what she looked like. He was sure he would like to see her naked. Especially her breasts. He really liked breasts and the fact that Arianna had them turned him on. So much so that he started stroking himself at the thought of seeing and touching her breasts. With that, he shut and locked his door, retreating to his bed to masturbate once more. Arianna. She was a goddess to him.

As Arianna ran the water in the tub, she thought of Nigel. What would they do that day? Was he going to kiss her again? She hoped so. She liked him. A lot. She didn't care how else they spent their time, but she really hoped he would kiss her. But first, to get that smell of sex off her!

When Arianna came down to the kitchen after her bath, she found Nigel already sitting at the table eating his breakfast. He shuffled a little when she walked into the room, although he did not look up at her. She slid into her usual seat across the table from him and poured herself a cup of tea from the pot that was usually present on the table. Jean greeted her cheerfully and placed a plate of eggs and ham before her. She thanked Jean and then shyly glanced toward Nigel. What was with him? Why was he being so... weird?

Nigel sat across the table from Arianna, wondering what she was thinking. Was she thinking about him? Because he was certainly thinking about her. He didn't want his Mum to see him staring at Arianna, so he kept his head down, seemingly looking at his empty plate, while he really peered at Arianna through the fringe of his hair. He couldn't stop thinking about her or how it had felt to kiss her.