The incident made me feel weird. I felt like my body temperature has suddenly skyrocketed. Who in their right mind would cuddle a guy bare? Even if she likes Vincent that much, she must still act with dignity.
Just when I thought that my sanity is fucked up, here I am meeting this silly girl who seemed to have the same issues with her sanity, if not worse.
I took off my clothes and get into the shower. I need to get rid of this silly sensation that Vincent is making me feel. I mean, Vincent's body. I don't shower with my eyes close, but showering in Vincent's body -- it's the sanest thing that I MUST do.
This is technically my first time touching a male's body and the second time that I took a shower in this body. Vincent's boner is such an embarrassment. It's standing there so proud and tall as if it accomplished something so great.
As I was soaping my body, I can't help but get flashbacks of the silly incident with Marinette. I can vividly see her standing in front of me -- all bare. Her sweet angelic face is framed with her lightly curled locks. Her thin peach lips slightly parted, showing a bit of her pearly white teeth. Her scarlet eyes, although filled with surprise, glistened.
Her breasts are round and full. The delicate curves her body makes as my eyes traveled all the way down to her slim waist, then to her hips. I even had a slight glimpse of the supple curve protruding from her behind.
If it wasn't for the towel that she held closely onto her body, I would certainly see the entire thing. The thought made Vincent's enthusiastic buddy, held its head high even more. Now I am getting this electrifying, and tickling sensation all over my body again.
It feels strange, but -- I hate to say this, but it feels euphoric at the same time. This feeling is very new to me and kinda makes me want to explore it. As my hands drew closer to my nether region, I felt another wave of this ticklish sensation surging through me. Vincent's buddy has gone way perkier than it was earlier.
I dared to touch it. Then soap it.
A thrilling sensation came brushing to every fiber of my body. I wasn't thinking of rubbing it that much, but the repeated movement of my hands seemed to set this body on fire. I wanted to stop it, but it feels like I wanna feel more -- explore more.
This boner is certainly getting hyped up. It's like a dog trying to rub its head on your palms asking to be pet some more.
What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane? Like seriously, Eanne, stop this! You are sexually abusing someone's body!
A sane thought nagged in my head.
But why am I getting blamed for this?! I don't get boners when I used to be in a female's body!
Answered another thought in my head.
Once again, there's this usual battle inside my head. I'm just relieved that the good one has won my conscience this time.
It succeeded in making its way through to my head to pull some guilt out of me. I stopped what I was doing. But the sensation didn't leave 'til I finished taking a shower. I prayed so hard for this boner to go away on its own.
There should at least be a manual to a male's anatomy -- something that says "guilt-free ways to cure a boner."
Fifteen minutes have passed after I took a shower, I heard a knocking on my door. I saw a familiar face when I opened the door. It was the butler, whom I assumed was Eugene.
"Master, lunch is served at the patio."
"Alright, I'll head there in a bit."
I close the door then searched the drawers for some clothes. I took a plain white shirt and khaki-colored cargo shorts.
Marinette was already at the table, but haven't started eating yet. The bright sun is kissing her soft white skin, the gentle breeze, blowing some of her locks. Her dark blue off-shoulder sundress, reveals her tempting neckline.
She seemed to become more and more attractive in my eyes every time I see her. Then a flashback of her naked image came popping in through my head. Then I felt this silly sensation again -- this is not a good time to be getting a boner.
I shook the thought and focused my eyes on the foods instead. The sensation seemed to die down a bit but was not completely gone. I immediately sat down, before she notices the parading bulge between my legs.
As I was eating, I noticed how Marinette kept looking at me, like she was caught in a daze.
"Do you always act that way? I wonder how annoying it is to be staying in one place with you for a while," I said breaking the silence between us.
"And do you always have to comment or complain with just about everything for the way people are?" She answered back with annoyance in her voice.
"It's not so lady-like to be arguing in front of the meal."
"Oooh, really?! So do you still call yourself a gentleman after commenting rudely and starting an argument with the lady that you are having a meal with?!"
I can tell that she was expecting me to answer her back, but much to her dismay, I chose to ignore her and continued eating silently. She stood up and was about to take her leave, when I caught her by the wrist.
"I'm sorry. Please eat, don't mind me. Pretend that I'm not here."
What I said didn't help. She left me without saying a word. I suddenly remember the things she said in the elevator, then memories of our childhood flooded my head. I am curious why Vincent's memories are coming to me so easily, but why not my own?
I was stricken with so much guilt, that it made me feel so bad with what I did and regret all the words I could not take back. If I have been a good friend to her, why am I treating her like this? Maybe I can do better than that. It reminded me of how I treated Andrei the last time.
I stood up and followed her.