LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd

and rather distracting.”
    “Look.” She led him to her walk-in closet, where she flung
open the door so he could see himself in the full-length mirror. “That blue
sweater really goes with your skin. It makes it look deeper and even yummier.”
    Blue barely glanced at his reflection before he turned away.
He walked to the other side of the room.
    “We’ll go shopping and get you a whole wardrobe. I think
you’d look great in black too. It would be dramatic.”
    Blue sat in the chair near her bed. “‘ And he said, Who
told thee that thou wast naked? ’” He spoke quietly.
    “What?”
    He shook his head. “Nothing. Just a story I was thinking
about. Are you…ready to go to Chico’s?”
    His voice was strange and his manner too. Cally went to him
and touched his shoulder. Underneath the sweater, it felt much more like
anyone’s shoulder.
    “I thought you’d be curious about wearing clothes,” she
said. “It’s a whole new thing for you to try.”
    He put his hand on hers. “It is an adjustment, Cally. I am
undergoing many changes in this new existence. Some are rather more…radical
than others.”
    How was it that on the day when she’d discovered she was
feeling the happiest she’d felt for a long time, there seemed to be so much
sadness around? Blue’s eyes had dimmed. She slipped into his lap and put her
arms around him.
    “Clothes aren’t radical,” she told him. “Clothes are fun.
Remember how you felt when you saw me in the lingerie I’d picked out just for
you?”
    “Yes.”
    “That’s the way I feel seeing you in these sexy jeans.
You’re like a big scrumptious candy I can’t wait to unwrap and sink my teeth
into.” She rubbed her palms over his chest, feeling the soft wool and the hard
body underneath. “It’s all about anticipation.”
    “I…can understand that.”
    “Let me show you.” She wriggled her bottom, enjoying how
firm his crotch felt through several layers of clothing.
    “We had planned to go to Chico’s.”
    “We’ve got plenty of time. It’s only just opened. Anyway, I
have to get dressed to go so I might as well get undressed first.” She let the
neck of her dressing gown fall open to reveal the slopes of her breasts and
began pressing kisses to Blue’s neck where it met the collar of his t-shirt.
    “As long as we have enough time,” Blue said. He felt her
breast, half-covered by the silk of her dressing gown. “I agree. The contrast
in textures is erotic.”
    “Tell me about it.” She dipped her tongue beneath the neck
of his shirt and reached underneath the bottom hem. He’d warmed up already,
under the clothes. Slowly, enjoying the reveal, she peeled off the sweater and
then the t-shirt and rewarded his nakedness with kisses all over his chest.
    “These trousers are too tight when I’m aroused,” Blue
muttered, shifting in the chair.
    “You poor, poor man. Let me take care of that for you.” She
slithered down the length of his body so she was kneeling on the floor in front
of him. Her dressing gown by now was hanging completely open and Blue’s eyes
were bright again, watching her.
    Before she took care of the tight trousers though, she
wanted to enjoy them. The length of Blue’s erect penis was starkly outlined
against the denim. She ran her palm over it and Blue groaned so she did it
again, from balls to sensitive tip. It was nearly poking out of his waistband.
She squeezed, eliciting another groan, and then put her mouth to the material
and lightly nibbled at the rock-hard shape, making sure she breathed directly
onto the jeans so the heat would seep through.
    “All right,” admitted Blue. “There are some benefits to
tight trousers.”
    “Ohhh yeah.” She carried on, stroking and nibbling and
breathing until he was squirming in the chair, lifting his hips right off the
cushion toward her. Then slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned the fly.
    Through the boxer shorts, his cock was even more evident. It
poked up, tenting the