I still have a couple of weeks to finish this story before the contest opens. I'm at 12,000 words. Here's a little sampling. This just sets the theme up. Enjoy!
“Hmm what? I know that tone. I don't like that tone.” She wagged her pointer finger at him.
“What tone are you referring to?” He whistled innocently.
“That tone of mischief.” She squinted her eyes giving him “the look”.
“Moi?” Pointing to himself with his thumb, he slid the panties back off her leg.
“Yes. Now, what is the hmm?” She held on to his arms, watching the panties disappear into his pocket.
“Oh nothing. It's just, today is July 14th.” He stated like she would know what that meant.
“Yeah, so? It's hot out. It's summer. We just had 4th of July. Your point?” Caressa rolled her eyes, as she grabbed at the panties sticking out of his pocket.
“What do you think you are doing with these?” She grabbed again but he dodged her.
“Well, July 14th is a holiday too. It's National Nude Day.” He told her, holding her wrist and stuffing the panties back into the pocket.
“Yeah right.” She laughed uncomfortably. “Those are mine.”
“I'm serious. It's sorta unofficial, but it is said that it started over in New Zealand and a lot of people observe it as a way to honor and worship the beauty of the human body.” He explained. “But don't quote me on that. I partook in National Nude Day in college.”
“Omg! Cameron, were you a streaker?” She gazed at him, incredulously, worried for her panties.
“I might have been: in the past.” He smiled widely. “I know these are yours. I'm just keeping them safe so you don't lose them again.” A wicked gleam glimmered in his eyes.
“I never knew.” Her jaw dropped open.
“There's a lot you don't know about me.” He said quietly as he tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “I was a bit of a nudist back then.”
“Um.” She couldn't think of what to say to that shocking bit of news. “ She snapped her mouth shut.
“Anyway, I'm a grown man now.” He tried to convince them both which caused a giggle to escape her tightly pressed lips.
~~~
“Hmm what? I know that tone. I don't like that tone.” She wagged her pointer finger at him.
“What tone are you referring to?” He whistled innocently.
“That tone of mischief.” She squinted her eyes giving him “the look”.
“Moi?” Pointing to himself with his thumb, he slid the panties back off her leg.
“Yes. Now, what is the hmm?” She held on to his arms, watching the panties disappear into his pocket.
“Oh nothing. It's just, today is July 14th.” He stated like she would know what that meant.
“Yeah, so? It's hot out. It's summer. We just had 4th of July. Your point?” Caressa rolled her eyes, as she grabbed at the panties sticking out of his pocket.
“What do you think you are doing with these?” She grabbed again but he dodged her.
“Well, July 14th is a holiday too. It's National Nude Day.” He told her, holding her wrist and stuffing the panties back into the pocket.
“Yeah right.” She laughed uncomfortably. “Those are mine.”
“I'm serious. It's sorta unofficial, but it is said that it started over in New Zealand and a lot of people observe it as a way to honor and worship the beauty of the human body.” He explained. “But don't quote me on that. I partook in National Nude Day in college.”
“Omg! Cameron, were you a streaker?” She gazed at him, incredulously, worried for her panties.
“I might have been: in the past.” He smiled widely. “I know these are yours. I'm just keeping them safe so you don't lose them again.” A wicked gleam glimmered in his eyes.
“I never knew.” Her jaw dropped open.
“There's a lot you don't know about me.” He said quietly as he tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “I was a bit of a nudist back then.”
“Um.” She couldn't think of what to say to that shocking bit of news. “ She snapped her mouth shut.
“Anyway, I'm a grown man now.” He tried to convince them both which caused a giggle to escape her tightly pressed lips.
~~~
2 comments:
this looks promising!
Thanks Mokkelke! I finished it - whee! A few weeks til I can post it, but I will send the link if you'd like. :) How's your writing going?
~Luna
Post a Comment