Chapter Fourteen; Part Two
I handed Ted a cup of coffee before taking one myself. I sat across from him in a chair as I was in a strange mood. Skittish, I’d say. Not because we’d had sex already, but because my body was changing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to explain my precarious situation, but I didn’t want it to be tonight. Unfortunately, that probably meant no hands-on fooling around as the signs were unmistakable. Then again, he was a man. What did he know about pregnancy? What I knew was that he was looking at me with puppy-dog eyes, wondering why I was so far away. I hesitated a moment before giving in to my impulses and plopping down besides him on the couch. He pulled me to him, careful not to jostle my coffee. I set down the cup on the table because I didn’t trust myself not to spill.
“Thanks for dinner,” Ted whispered in my ear before nuzzling my neck. I shivered as I draped my arms around him. My hormones were triumphing over my brains as usual, and I quickly gave in. “Is there any way I can repay you?” He slid his hand over my breast, frustrated at the limited access. One problem with dresses was that there was no graceful fondling of naked breasts. Ted realized that trying to worm his way in on top was futile, so he dropped his hand to my knee and slid it up to my thigh. He met with more success on this route.
“Why don’t you show me your bedroom?” Ted asked huskily, removing his hand from my thigh. I nodded as I stood up, holding my hand out to him. He grabbed it to pull himself up, leaving his coffee behind.
“This is it,” I said, gesturing around me. I hadn’t done much with it as I didn’t spend much time in it. However, I had pictures of my family on the wall which gave it a homey touch.
“Maybe we could keep the lights off,” Ted suggested, eyeing my mother’s stern face in consternation. I suppressed a giggle as I complied; turning off the lights benefited me as well.