She leaned on one arm and drew strange lines on my belly with her index finger. “You look amazing,” she whispered in my ear. I smiled. “Thanks.” She kept on drawing lines. She had all the time in the world. So did I, for I didn’t worry my excitement was going to decrease, not even if she did this for hours. She varied, though. Her finger went up to my bra and went over it. My breasts, though still covered in fabric, were now part of the game. I was surprised to find that that was fine by me. I even moved them towards her a little. She took it as a sign. The finger became a hand and the hand brushed my belly and then cupped my right breast. I sighed. She got up immediately, so she could look me in the eye. I read the question in her eyes and I nodded. Yes, everything was OK. She moved her hand to my back and touched the clasp of my bra. “This OK?” she whispered. “Yes.” She unhooked it and took it off with slow moves. It took her too long to cup my breasts again. Suddenly I felt very naked. I pulled her towards me and made her lie still for a while. I didn’t necessarily need a hug, but I wanted her to cover me. I pressed her down. After a minute or so, she struggled free a little and asked: “You OK, babe?” But I pulled her towards me again and said nothing. I wasn’t OK, but I would be. She didn’t struggle anymore and ran an absent-minded hand through my hair. “It’s OK. It’s OK, babe.” She repeated it a couple of times. At some point I started kissing her neck and soon my kissing was more like licking. She got up and I was uncovered again, but didn’t feel that way. “Sorry,” I said. But she shook her head with a surprised smile and answered: “You’re beautiful.” She paid a lot of attention to my breasts for a while, first with both her hands, then with her tongue as her hands went further down. I was waiting for her to undo my pants. I knew the moment would come. In the meantime I wondered if I shouldn’t be a little more active, if I shouldn’t try to please her. But that, like many moves and acts, seemed against some set of rules that hung in the air. I didn’t understand how she made those rules, but she did, and I wouldn’t violate them. So I just let her do what she was doing.