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Glamour Shots, Chapter 18

Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

then, you seemed very ‘intrigued’ by him too, as I recall.” She laid her cheek against my chest, hugging me. “Mmm yeah – but he’s not my type. You, on the other hand, are exactly my type.” “Yeah. Me and Derek, right?” I don’t know why I said it; I shouldn’t have, it was stupid and petty, and to make it worse there had been an edge of that pettiness – sarcasm, or something else small and mean - in my voice. She heard it, and leaned away from me, looking up at my face. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” “You don’t sound fine. You sound upset. Are you upset about something?” “No. I said I’m fine. Can we drop it?” “David, what’s wrong? We’ve been having so much fun, and all of a sudden you get all cold and distant. Honey, what is it?” “Nothing. It’s stupid, just me being an idiot. It will pass. It always does.” She stepped back, her hands sliding down my arms to mine, until we were holding hands, and then she leaned away, to arms-length, our fingers intertwined as she studied my face. Neither of us spoke, we just looked at each other, her trying to discern the cause of my sudden mood, and me with my breath catching in my throat as I again, for the millionth time, found myself in awe of her beauty. She soon moved back into my arms, molding her supple body to mine, her face against my shoulder. Very softly, she said, “Is it something about Derek? Are you upset that I’m doing that modeling next week?” I didn’t answer immediately, partly because I didn’t want her to know how silly and ... paranoid I was being…and partly, I suppose, because I was afraid I’d find out that I wasn’t being silly and paranoid at all. When I finally did answer, I was as honest as I could be. “Yes…and no.” “What does that mean?” She kept her head against me, not looking at my face. “It means yes, it’s something about Derek, and no, I’m not upset about the modeling – other than the fact that it’s with him.” “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? David?” When I didn’t answer, she separated from me and led me around the side of the bed, holding my hand. When I sat down, she lowered herself onto my lap and put her arms round my neck. She kissed me, slow and sweet, and then just looked into my eyes. “Tell me. Tell me what’s bothering you.” I laughed, somewhat bitterly. “You’ll think it’s stupid.” “No. I promise.” I sighed. “It’s the whole thing with this Derek guy. I mean, I thought I had pretty well come to grips with the idea that he had seen you naked and taken those pictures…in reality, I think it’s more about the fact that you felt comfortable enough to take your clothes off around him – and that you became so aroused by that, maybe. I thought I was okay with that, though. That I’d dealt with it.” “But you haven’t.” She said it as a statement, not a question; she was right. “No, I guess not.” “David…” She just looked at me, hurt and worry in her beautiful eyes. “Tell me about him.” “What? Really? How will that help?” I shrugged. “I don’t know; maybe it won’t. But then, maybe it ...