Page 62 of Plight
Leaning back, she raked me with her eyes. “Oh, you look good in nude, Lots.”
All I could do was stand there, in my boxer shorts, while a small piece of lace material emasculated me. “Danielle Cunningham, you have exactly two seconds to get this thing off of me.”
“The point was for you to do it.”
“Danielle!” I warned.
“Wait!” She hurriedly limped to my drawer, pulled out another t-shirt, then limped back and roughly plonked it over my head. “There. Knock yourself out.”
Her giggle was a candied tickle to my ears — sugary sweet and highly addictive. I wanted to gorge myself in it while humming appreciatively, knowing all the while it might not be good for my health … or my sanity.
“Fuck, this thing is uncomfortable.” I reached behind to where the bra was digging into my back in an attempt to wrestle it free.
My wrestling didn’t work.
All it did was incite Danielle to burst into laughter and plonk herself down onto my bed. “Don’t tie yourself in knots, Lots.” She laughed some more.
“Oh, you’re real funny, aren’t you?”
She nodded and snorted, then snorted again.
I couldn’t help myself and laughed along with her, managing to free the clasp and undo the bra.
“Now what the fuck do I do?” I mumbled, trying to pull it through the armhole but nearly severing my neck in the process. “Jesus fucking Christ! It’s attacking me.”
Frustrated, I yanked everything off in one aggressive sweep, the bra and t-shirt hooking on my nose and almost bringing me to tears.
“Oh … my … God! Can’t … breathe,” she said, clutching her stomach and rolling back onto the bed. “It … hurts. It … hurts.”
I gently grabbed her sore ankle. She squealed and tried to kick herself free of my grip with her good foot, but I was too strong for her tiny frame to stand a chance.
“I’m sorry, Lots. I swear,” she pleaded while laughing.
“Lies.”
“No. Truth,” she giggled. “Truth!”
Before I could react, her good foot swung at me again, this time connecting with my side. I let go and clutched the tender area. “That was a cheap shot!”
“Shit! Did I hurt you?” She sat up and scooted forward along the bed, concern plastering her face, which was when I seized my opportunity and pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her and straddling her lap.
“I’m curious,” I said, pinning her arms above her head. “Are you still ridiculously ticklish?”
Her head and neck craned forward. “No. Grew out of that a long time ago.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you lying to me again?”
“No. Next question.”
Fuck, she was cute. “Yeah, see I’m gonna need proof. I’m all about facts, remember?”
Transferring her hands into one of mine, I kept them secured above her head while I slowly crept my fingers down her arm toward her armpit.
She squirmed.
