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since he knows how to fall it’s not anything to worry about but it’s just instinct to me.
He's such an intimidatingly sexy sight to look at, standing on the edge with the mist surrounding him. Those black wings are wet and shiny, and droplets of water cling to his tan skin, running in rivulets down his bare upper body. His midnight hair's not spiky anymore now that it’s falling on his forehead. He turns back to me and runs his hand through it, smiling innocently. He's so tempting.
“Well, are you excited?” He walks back to me.
I inhale shakily. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous now that the time’s finally here, but I'm not waiting any longer. Eighteen years is long enough.”
He nods and smiles. “After today you won’t have to wait for anything else.” He clears his throat. “Well, I guess if you want to put on your flying gear now is a good time…”
“Oh yeah, good idea. I almost forgot about it.” Or maybe I was just hoping you did.
He nods again. I think he nods when he's nervous, or when he doesn’t know what to say.
I get it out of my bag and stand here nervously. I turn away from him deciding to just block it out and not think about it. Just do it. This way I can fly as soon as possible. I count to three in my head and take my shirt off. The wind on my exposed skin makes my hairs stand on end and I shiver, although it's not the only reason I’m shivering. I can feel his eyes on me. Either that or it's my imagination. It seems so quiet now, kind of awkward for us both. Now, I have to take my bra off. I'm wondering if either one of us can handle it. One. Two. Three. I reach back and unsnap my bra. I quickly put my arms through the holes and look over my shoulder to see where he's at.
He's standing about five feet away, perusing every inch of my exposed skin with eyes as red as lasers. When he finally realizes I'm waiting, his eyes shift to meet and his cheeks heat. If it was going to take a little skin to get him to notice me, then I might have put the outfit on earlier.
“Sorry…ah…I was going to turn around when you did, but you just…” he runs a hand through his wet hair spiking it up again. “You just did it before I could even turn,” he finishes lamely.
It’s true, I did kind of just whip my shirt over my head. “No big deal, I kind of did didn’t I?” I smile.
I swirl my pointer finger in a circle, signaling him to turn around now. I still have to put the bottoms on. He obliges me and turns around.
I stay facing his back to make sure he doesn’t turn to peek or anything, and then I drop my shorts and underwear. Right here in the middle of the woods. Wow. I step into the leg holes, hopping off balance a few times but not falling over. I pull them up and make sure I’m covered ass much as it will allow. I run my hands over the smooth material. It’s so smooth and tight it’s like a second skin. The bottoms are connected to the top in the front, all the way up my stomach. But the back is where it feels so risqué. Only my butt and the small portion of my spine in between my shoulders are covered.
“Okay, you can turn back around now.”
He turns back around and he looks at my legs. Then he looks away and does a double take. I smile to myself, knowing he doesn’t want to look at them but can’t help it. It makes me feel, beautiful.
“Do you need me to buckle the straps?” he asks.
I smile meekly. “Yes, please.”
He closes the space between us and I turn my back to him. He grabs the lowest strap first, which is right above my tailbone. I hear him inhale through his nose as he pulls it tight, and his knuckles brush my already sensitive skin and cause me to shiver. His hands are shaking as he fastens the belt-like buckle. He moves to adjust the material in between my shoulder blades so it’s right where it should be, and then buckles those. My skin is puckered so tightly everywhere I feel like a raisin.
“Your skin is so soft,” he tells me, rubbing
He's such an intimidatingly sexy sight to look at, standing on the edge with the mist surrounding him. Those black wings are wet and shiny, and droplets of water cling to his tan skin, running in rivulets down his bare upper body. His midnight hair's not spiky anymore now that it’s falling on his forehead. He turns back to me and runs his hand through it, smiling innocently. He's so tempting.
“Well, are you excited?” He walks back to me.
I inhale shakily. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous now that the time’s finally here, but I'm not waiting any longer. Eighteen years is long enough.”
He nods and smiles. “After today you won’t have to wait for anything else.” He clears his throat. “Well, I guess if you want to put on your flying gear now is a good time…”
“Oh yeah, good idea. I almost forgot about it.” Or maybe I was just hoping you did.
He nods again. I think he nods when he's nervous, or when he doesn’t know what to say.
I get it out of my bag and stand here nervously. I turn away from him deciding to just block it out and not think about it. Just do it. This way I can fly as soon as possible. I count to three in my head and take my shirt off. The wind on my exposed skin makes my hairs stand on end and I shiver, although it's not the only reason I’m shivering. I can feel his eyes on me. Either that or it's my imagination. It seems so quiet now, kind of awkward for us both. Now, I have to take my bra off. I'm wondering if either one of us can handle it. One. Two. Three. I reach back and unsnap my bra. I quickly put my arms through the holes and look over my shoulder to see where he's at.
He's standing about five feet away, perusing every inch of my exposed skin with eyes as red as lasers. When he finally realizes I'm waiting, his eyes shift to meet and his cheeks heat. If it was going to take a little skin to get him to notice me, then I might have put the outfit on earlier.
“Sorry…ah…I was going to turn around when you did, but you just…” he runs a hand through his wet hair spiking it up again. “You just did it before I could even turn,” he finishes lamely.
It’s true, I did kind of just whip my shirt over my head. “No big deal, I kind of did didn’t I?” I smile.
I swirl my pointer finger in a circle, signaling him to turn around now. I still have to put the bottoms on. He obliges me and turns around.
I stay facing his back to make sure he doesn’t turn to peek or anything, and then I drop my shorts and underwear. Right here in the middle of the woods. Wow. I step into the leg holes, hopping off balance a few times but not falling over. I pull them up and make sure I’m covered ass much as it will allow. I run my hands over the smooth material. It’s so smooth and tight it’s like a second skin. The bottoms are connected to the top in the front, all the way up my stomach. But the back is where it feels so risqué. Only my butt and the small portion of my spine in between my shoulders are covered.
“Okay, you can turn back around now.”
He turns back around and he looks at my legs. Then he looks away and does a double take. I smile to myself, knowing he doesn’t want to look at them but can’t help it. It makes me feel, beautiful.
“Do you need me to buckle the straps?” he asks.
I smile meekly. “Yes, please.”
He closes the space between us and I turn my back to him. He grabs the lowest strap first, which is right above my tailbone. I hear him inhale through his nose as he pulls it tight, and his knuckles brush my already sensitive skin and cause me to shiver. His hands are shaking as he fastens the belt-like buckle. He moves to adjust the material in between my shoulder blades so it’s right where it should be, and then buckles those. My skin is puckered so tightly everywhere I feel like a raisin.
“Your skin is so soft,” he tells me, rubbing
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