Lady in waiting

Watching Zara touch Her was really starting to get to me. I never thought I'd be jealous, but I was. I was insanely jealous! She let her touch Her perfect body, and I had to babysit. Needless to say, I was a bit aggrevated. I stripped off my tiny bikini. (It was smaller than you probably imagine.) Then I looked at Duane with a smug, distainful look. He was about to get the show of his life, but at the moment I couldn't care less.

I laid on my bed naked and thought about Her golden perfect skin. I thought about her skin and the way the lines of her body flowed like the fastest supercar. Every word uttered from her mouth was beautiful. The simple way she moved made me want her. What had she done to me? I have to be honest, I don't care. It's the happiest I've been in my life. I want her always and forever. I want all that she is.

My body shuddered on my bed. I kept myself tight so as to keep the building intact. My motion and voice was far too much for Duane, apparently. Not surprising. You wouldn't have faired any better. You want me. I can feel all of you. Too bad. I'm for Her and for Her only.