The Falling of Katja: an Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett Page B

was exceedingly
inviting with the sun is scorching down upon us. 
    “Oh,
that looks refreshing,” I remarked longingly.
    Štefan
looked at me, a glimmer of mischief lighting his eyes.  He clutched my hand.
    “Come
on!” he stated keenly.
    I peered
at him strangely.  “What?”
    “Let’s
do it!”
    “Do what ?”
I probed, though I was fairly certain of that which he meant.
    “Let’s
go into the water!” he clarified.
    “We
cannot, Štefan,” I countered, although I wanted to more than anything. 
    “And
just why not?” he goaded me.
    “We
would get our garments soaking wet.  My mother would have a fit!”
    “Who
needs garments?” he dared mischievously.  I glanced at him curiously, my eyes
wide.  “We’ll remove them!”
    Before
I had the chance to protest, he was untying his shirt and peeling it over his head. 
My eyes were powerless to avoid taking in the sight of his bare form, the shape
of his muscles creating mountains and valleys on his chest, then leveling out
to form the ripples of his abdomen like the water which lie waiting before us.
    My
eyes were finally dissuaded from his chest when he briskly stepped out from his
trousers and was standing before me in all his glory.  I swallowed hard as my
eyes grazed down his body and rested to feast upon his manhood.  
    Oh
my God!  Does this man know how beautiful he is to me?
    When
my eyes travelled back up to his face, they found Štefan smirking at my
reaction to him.  I instantly flushed with embarrassment.
    Before
I could think of what to say, his hands were around me, unlacing the back of my
gown.  Him standing naked before me had caused me to lose any ability to
protest, or apparently, to even speak.
    What
is he doing?  What am I doing?  I cannot allow him to disrobe me… can I?
    While
I was preoccupied with deliberating over the matter, he made fast time in
removing my gown.  Suddenly I realised I was standing there in only my
skivvies.  He lifted his eyes to mine as though to assess whether he may
proceed.  Evidently he gained consent there, for with his eyes still locked
upon mine, his hands moved to my camisole, his finger curling delicately about
the thin strap.  
    I
sucked in my breath as he gently moved the strap over my shoulders, causing the
garment to inch down from my chest.  Štefan lowers his eyes to there as with
his fingers gathered around them he peels the fabric down, exposing my ample
breasts.  The light breeze brushing past my naked skin elicited my nipples to
stiffen instantly under the gaze of his eyes.  His hands rested upon my upper
arms.
    I
searched his eyes, certain I would perceive a change there.  However, just as I
did, he raised his eyes and smiled playfully, concealing the evidence of
anything else.
    He
dropped his hands from me, seeming to have lost his nerve to continue so I
determined to finish what he had begun.  My hands at my waist, I pushed down my
pantalets till I was standing before him, my just recently developed womanhood
bared to him.
    To
my dismay, he strained to avert his eyes, refusing to drop them, to look upon
me.  At that moment, I did not value his honour.  I wanted his eyes upon me,
taking me in, devouring me greedily as a rake.  Instead his eyes were respectfully
glued to my face.
    Gazing
upon each other, my eyes looked deep into his, beseeching him to see me as more
than the childhood friend I had always been— much more.  To my chagrin,
he could not seem to manage to maintain that sort of eye contact with me and at
one point he even burst out laughing.  I did not join him in his chuckling, for
I found nothing amusing.  Rather, I was hoping for things to take a more significant
turn.
    With
a twinkle in his eye, Štefan grasped my hand.  “What are we waiting for?” he
exclaimed as he commenced to dragging me towards the lake.
    The
feel of the cool, wet water splashing onto my naked body as we tromped into it acutely
reminded me of how exposed I truly was. 
    Now
I