looked puzzled for a moment. “Are you wearing a bra?”
“Yes.”
He looked even more confused. “To bed?”
I wrapped my arm more tightly around his waist meaning to slide him closer to me, but because of our significant difference in size, I slid closer to him. Smiling seductively I said, “I’m too well endowed to go without some kind of support.”
“Is that so? I hadn’t noticed,” he replied playfully as he ran his hand up underneath the back of my silk pajama top. He toyed with the clasp on my bra as he whispered softly, “Tu guardare bella in la mattina luce.” (You look beautiful in the morning light.)
“Grazie.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say, or how I should react, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I leaned in to kiss him, wishing that I could spend the day in his arms while he whispered sweet Italian nothings in my ear. However, before our lips could touch, I heard an unusual clattering sound against my balcony window.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Unfortunately.”
As the clattering sound grew louder, I realized that someone was throwing rocks at my window.
“A bit early for Don Juan, don’t you think?” Alfred said irritably.
I crawled out of bed and flung the balcony doors open. Kat was standing beneath the roses, her hands filled with small pieces of gravel from the driveway.
“Psst , Lilith, are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” I said, leaning over the railing where Kat could see me.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
51
“I couldn’t get Alfred to answer the door ….” She broke off suddenly. Her jaw dropped as Alfred walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Everything alright?” he asked. Looking over the balcony he added, “Good morning, Kathryn.”
“G-good morning,” she stammered. An evil smile played across her features.
“Well, no wonder you didn’t come to the door. You weren’t downstairs, were you?” Her wicked smile widened when Alfred didn’t bother to correct her line of thinking.
He turned to me with an evil smile of his own, “I’ll let you girls gossip. I’ve got work to do.” He pinched my butt as he added, “Zuccherino.” I couldn’t help laughing.
“You’re evil,” I said to Alfred, soft enough that only he could hear.
“Zook what?” Kat asked.
“Sugar pie,” I interpreted with a smile.
“Oh.” She yelled at Alfred before he could leave, “Hey, what makes you think I’m here to gossip?!”
“Because you are,” he yelled back on his way across the bedroom.
I looked back at Kat and she giggled, “Yeah, I am. You suppose I could come in now? I’m getting a crick in my neck.”
I stepped back into my black fuzzy slippers and went downstairs to meet Kat.
When I opened the door I was greeted by the most mischievous grin I’d ever seen. It was like looking at the Cheshire cat on crack. “So, does it match the rest of him?” she asked, stepping into the foyer.
“Does what match the rest of him?”
“You know, he’s big, and tall ….”
“Kat!”
“What?” she laughed. “It’s a perfectly natural thing to ask.”
“Oh, yeah? Good morning, Lilith. So, how big is Alfred’s dick? That sound normal to you?”
She burst out laughing. “That’s not exactly what I said, but I guess it’s close enough.”
We walked into the kitchen to find Alfred making coffee. Kat blushed to the roots of her hair. Apparently she realized he had most likely overheard our conversation.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I said, determined to get even for the interruption that morning.
“Ask me what?” Alfred said. He winked at me in a way that let me know he had heard every word we’d said in the foyer. I took a seat at the kitchen table, smirking at Kat’s obvious embarrassment.
She turned an almost tomato red as I blurted out, “Kat just wanted to know how big your dick is. You know, since you’re so … big and tall.” I turned a smile to Alfred that
“Yes.”
He looked even more confused. “To bed?”
I wrapped my arm more tightly around his waist meaning to slide him closer to me, but because of our significant difference in size, I slid closer to him. Smiling seductively I said, “I’m too well endowed to go without some kind of support.”
“Is that so? I hadn’t noticed,” he replied playfully as he ran his hand up underneath the back of my silk pajama top. He toyed with the clasp on my bra as he whispered softly, “Tu guardare bella in la mattina luce.” (You look beautiful in the morning light.)
“Grazie.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say, or how I should react, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I leaned in to kiss him, wishing that I could spend the day in his arms while he whispered sweet Italian nothings in my ear. However, before our lips could touch, I heard an unusual clattering sound against my balcony window.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Unfortunately.”
As the clattering sound grew louder, I realized that someone was throwing rocks at my window.
“A bit early for Don Juan, don’t you think?” Alfred said irritably.
I crawled out of bed and flung the balcony doors open. Kat was standing beneath the roses, her hands filled with small pieces of gravel from the driveway.
“Psst , Lilith, are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” I said, leaning over the railing where Kat could see me.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
51
“I couldn’t get Alfred to answer the door ….” She broke off suddenly. Her jaw dropped as Alfred walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Everything alright?” he asked. Looking over the balcony he added, “Good morning, Kathryn.”
“G-good morning,” she stammered. An evil smile played across her features.
“Well, no wonder you didn’t come to the door. You weren’t downstairs, were you?” Her wicked smile widened when Alfred didn’t bother to correct her line of thinking.
He turned to me with an evil smile of his own, “I’ll let you girls gossip. I’ve got work to do.” He pinched my butt as he added, “Zuccherino.” I couldn’t help laughing.
“You’re evil,” I said to Alfred, soft enough that only he could hear.
“Zook what?” Kat asked.
“Sugar pie,” I interpreted with a smile.
“Oh.” She yelled at Alfred before he could leave, “Hey, what makes you think I’m here to gossip?!”
“Because you are,” he yelled back on his way across the bedroom.
I looked back at Kat and she giggled, “Yeah, I am. You suppose I could come in now? I’m getting a crick in my neck.”
I stepped back into my black fuzzy slippers and went downstairs to meet Kat.
When I opened the door I was greeted by the most mischievous grin I’d ever seen. It was like looking at the Cheshire cat on crack. “So, does it match the rest of him?” she asked, stepping into the foyer.
“Does what match the rest of him?”
“You know, he’s big, and tall ….”
“Kat!”
“What?” she laughed. “It’s a perfectly natural thing to ask.”
“Oh, yeah? Good morning, Lilith. So, how big is Alfred’s dick? That sound normal to you?”
She burst out laughing. “That’s not exactly what I said, but I guess it’s close enough.”
We walked into the kitchen to find Alfred making coffee. Kat blushed to the roots of her hair. Apparently she realized he had most likely overheard our conversation.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I said, determined to get even for the interruption that morning.
“Ask me what?” Alfred said. He winked at me in a way that let me know he had heard every word we’d said in the foyer. I took a seat at the kitchen table, smirking at Kat’s obvious embarrassment.
She turned an almost tomato red as I blurted out, “Kat just wanted to know how big your dick is. You know, since you’re so … big and tall.” I turned a smile to Alfred that
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