I didn’t want him to know that she was interesting to me or that I’d basically blackmailed her into staying.
“Thanks,” Juliet called over her shoulder. “I won’t be too long.”
I chuckle
d quietly. She thought I was letting her shower alone? Oh, no. Sweetie, no. Once I made sure that my door was locked and we wouldn’t be disturbed, I headed into the bathroom where Juliet was undressing. She jumped when she saw me and covered herself. She was in her bra and panties, and the water was running.
“Don’t cover yourself.”
“But I’m practically naked,” she said.
“Not naked yet.”
“I’m about to be.”
“And you think you can hide yourself from me? Juliet, the entire point of you coming here is that I’m going to see you naked.”
“There were other reasons, too,” she whispered. “You have to eat.”
“Yes, you,” I said. “Now finish undressing. I want to watch.”
“You want to watch me?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, she pulled down her panties, revealing her soft, shaved pussy and her tight, curved bottom. She reached behind herself to unclasp the bra. Then she let that fall to the floor, too.
“How’s that?” She asked, looking at me.
She looked fucking delightful. She was soft and curvy in all of the right places. People always thought guys wanted women who were waifs, and while I was a firm believer that every body was beautiful, I had a special place in my heart for girls who had just the slightest bit of fluff.
Juliet was lovely indeed.
“Very nice,” I managed to get out.
“Are you going to watch me shower?”
“I’m going to join you,” I told her.
“Do I get to watch you undress?”
“If you like.”
“I’d like that.”
She stood with her hands at her sides and stared while I unbuttoned my shirt. I liked that she was no longer hiding herself. It was as though she’d realized that she was going to be naked here more often than not, so she might as well enjoy it.
“You look lovely,” I told her.
“I’m sure I look like a normal human.”
She spoke in a way that made me suspect she’d been hurt before. Had she? Had someone been cruel to the little human? Had someone been unkind to her? That bothered me. What had happened to irritate sweet Juliet when it came to talking about her body?
She really was wildly lovely.
“You’re perfect,” I told her.
“All right,” she said, twirling her finger. “Hurry up, procrastinator.”