Broken vest

Eventually, after playing the thoughts over and over in my head I eventually garnered enough courage to rub my sweaty palm over her bare arm and looking nervously her way I patiently awaited her response. I could feel her jolt, and she looked my way. I just wanted her to feel my heat, but she wasn't interrested.

After several minutes I started gently moving my hand, slightly rubbing her arm. My final destination was going to be between her legs, but at this rate it seemed this wasn't going the way I had first planned and my fear of rejection was becoming a phobia and I didn't want her mad at me.

Even the Gods were against me. I found that she had closed her eyes and a single tear rolled slowly down her cheek.

"Maddy! I whispered softly....I'm sorry!"

After locking eyes with me in the reflection of the television set I quickly moved to my bedroom and waited.

The extremely long wait afforded me the opportunity to do some random introspection, reflect on what just happened. A few of her scattered teddies and pop star regalia really interested me, I just wanted to be with her badly. It was the torn wife beater vest that had been recklessly strewn across the pillow that immediately caught my attention.

Just as I brought the undergarment to my face for a closer look Maddy walked in and startled me; "What...are...you....doing?" she said with a contrite voice and tried to take it back.

This presented a good opportunity for me to reconcile with Maddy, so I held steadfast to the garment and tugged Maddy into my arms and soon the hug turned into passion