Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter ThreeWe stood still for what seemed like an eternity. His hands molded into the flesh of my shoulders as he had reached out to steady me. The contact made my skin tingle and caused a ripple of warmth to come over my chilled body radiating from the apex of my legs. Two days without a man and already my body showed signs of withdraw. I couldn't wait to start my job, and staring at this man in front of me only made the wait more excruciating. I lowered my eyes from his and let my senses absorb him. He smelled of soap, shampoo, and shaving cream indicating a recent shower. His dark hair tousled as if he or someone else had been running fingers through it. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button up shirt. The clothing hung loose over his slim body. I noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes and though his feet were bare the rest of his clothing revealed that he wasn't going for a swim. I glanced once again into his eyes and wondered what had brought him out in the night air. I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if he knew who I was? Johnny must have certainly told them that he was going to hire me. Johnny wouldn't have made that decision on his own. If he did recognize me that fact wasn't evident in his eyes. The emotion, or actually lack of emotion that shown in the deep blue depths startled me. They were empty, not filled with happiness, sadness, mischief or desire. Desire, being what I had expected. Men reacted to me always. It was part of the reason why I was so good at my job. One look and they wondered what I would be like in their bed. His eyes held no reflection of desire, or want, or anything. They were blank, unreadable. I was intrigued and bewildered.
Suddenly, he realized that his hands still held contact with my skin and he pulled them away. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm JC."
His voice was soft and deep, almost raspy. It sent shivers down my spine. My reaction bothered me more then his lack of one. I was always in control; never did I allow myself to be captivated by a man, especially one that I worked for. But for some reason, I violated that rule as I stared at him. I tried to find my voice, willing myself not to sound like a lovesick teenager. "I'm Blake."
I extended my hand and our skin touched again. His hands were like others that I have touched but different. They were soft; gentle in a way I had never experienced. His long fingers wrapped around mine. The sheer contact made my breath catch in my throat. He removed his hand from mine, raising his eyes to peer into the night sky. I let my eyes follow his line of sight. In the sky hung the moon, surrounded by dark clouds. The clouds appeared to be holding the moon captive. Much as this man was holding me. The moonlight that managed to escape drowned in the pool. As I absorbed the scenes before me, I noticed his chest expand as he drew in a deep breath. He let it out slowly and then turned to me once again. The quickness of his movement caused me to lose my balance. Once again, his hands held my shoulders to steady me. As I sit now and reflect on our meeting that night, I think that perhaps it wasn't his motions that made me tumble but my own need to feel his hands on my skin again. A small smile appeared at his lips as he asked, "Are you okay?"
"I am. I'm sorry that you have to keep holding me up. I guess I'm just really tired." I replied, allowing myself to smile as well. Satisfied that I was now steady, he removed his hands. I screamed at myself. Why couldn't I have lied? I could have told him that I wasn't okay and perhaps his hands would still be resting on my shoulders.
"I know the feeling only too well," he responded, his voice sad and strained. "Well, I better let you get some sleep then. It was nice meeting you, maybe we will run into each other again."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was gone. I stood still, my mind overcome by confusion. Did he really not know who I was? Yet he didn't ask, surely if he didn't know who I was he would have wondered why a stranger was in Johnny's house. The thoughts continued to plague me as I returned to my room. I concluded finally that perhaps it wasn't uncommon to see strange girls around the house, especially from what I had been told about my new employers. But as my eyes gave into the fatigue taking over my body, I continued to wonder how he could not have known who I was.