Monday 5 August 2013

Excerpt from "Moving Out", my imminent novella...


Verity’s room faced south west, and the room warmed every day until it made a fair sauna. Together with the mild exercise of lifting and carrying, Màiri felt sweat trickling down her neck, making her shudder. She looked down and saw that she was sweating through her garments.

“This weather is trying to kill me. I’m going to go and change into a tank top.”

“Mind if I take this off?” he asked, plucking his soaked shirt away from his body.

“Go ahead,” she said, walking past him to the door. In her peripheral vision, she saw his body revealed as he yanked his shirt over his head. He had been working out. His muscles bunched under his pale skin; his body wasn’t fatless enough to show striations, but enough to send a shiver up her neck. His chest was thickly haired, like his arms, and his left shoulder was covered with an elaborate tattoo she had only seen glimpses of before. And, his right nipple was pierced with a titanium ring.

She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it for a moment, biting her lip. Up till that point, clearing Verity’s room had been fairly straightforward, but if he was planning on working topless, that might change. Instead of going straight to her room, she jumped into the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. It had the opposite effect to that intended; her half hard nipples leapt out, tingling with sensation, whereas the heat conserved within her intimate folds contrasted with the freezing sensation over the rest of her skin, making her superlatively aware of that part. She briefly considered a liaison with the showerhead, but decided to get out and dressed as fast as possible.

In her room, she chose a tank top and workout shorts. Though she had gained a few pounds over the exam season, by self medicating her stress with Tunnock’s Caramel Wafers, they hung attractively on her breasts and bottom. She walked back to Verity’s room blithely, not realising that her subconscious had clad her in the most provoking outfit her wardrobe had to offer.

When she returned, his gaze lingered a little longer than normal, before he glanced away, blushing. Initially she felt embarrassed when she realised how much her clothes revealed; but it faded to smugness when she realised he was diverted by the sight of her scantily clad figure as much as she by him. Silently, they continued with their work, never quite out of each other’s view

She gazed at him. In the sunset glow, the sight of him gave her an unsettling feeling of seeing beauty in something she thought she had known, but had never examined very carefully before. His hair was as dark as a raven's wing and gleamed in the sun's slanting rays; his long and lean and sleek body, biceps peaking tightly, indicating strength out of all proportion to size. He had arranged himself, whether by accident or design, in such a way that the firmness of his torso resembled a Classical statue, with his Adonis' belt diving cleanly under the waistband of his shorts. That unexpected ring caught the light and winked at her. He caught her eye and smiled at her, matched the incline of her head and asked,
"Do you like what you see?"
"Hmm?" Màiri blushed as he shocked her from her reverie.
"I mean, I can put my shirt back on if I’m distracting you..."
"That's quite all right."
"It's really no problem, if you're having trouble concentrating..."
"Shut up!"  
He grinned and did so.

Slowly, they broke down the pile of stuff into orderly stacks. Dan put on shoes and a shirt and took the binbags down to the bins; while Màiri took another shower. This time she didn’t ignore the showerhead’s siren song. Her body felt unusually alive and tingly, from being exposed to the air and her flatmate’s discreet ogling. She moved it up and down her body, varying between holding it high and low, experimenting with focussing the spray or letting it fall harder, assisted by gravity.. Presently she began to focus the spray on her tits, by far the most erogenous part of her. She leaned back on the wall and ran the spray up and down her belly, letting it splash on her pussy momentarily, before going back to her tits. The spray spent more and more time on her clit, and she spread her legs wider as she got closer to orgasm.

She came with her back arched up, the spray pulsing deliciously on her arsehole like a hundred tiny tongues, her fingers on her clit and her hard nipples rubbing against the cold tiles.

When she emerged, feeling fully refreshed, Dan had slunk back into his room again. She shrugged and went to her room. The place was in total disarray. Usually the sight of it made her want to cry, but now she felt relaxed. After cleaning Verity’s room, anything seemed possible. She popped downstairs for the binbags, and started sorting through items to be trashed, recycled, donated or kept. As the binbags grew fatter, she felt calmer. She hadn’t realised that creating order out of her chaotic belongings could have a parallel effect on her mind. When she collapsed into bed, she felt completely calm. Until her thoughts returned to her flatmate, whom she could hear moving around next door.