Moments in Time 02 - Moment Of Truth by Karen Stivali Read Free Book Online

easier.”
    “Thanks.”
    She grinned, then hopped up from the couch. “I’m gonna go wake Dex. He’s in a sex coma from this afternoon, but he’s gonna have to get over that.”
    “Go get him.”
    “You bet I will. I’m only here two days, he’s gotta be a sexual camel the rest of the week. I need to make sure his hump is full.”
    She winked at me and practically skipped up the stairs. I didn’t really know what she saw in Dex. I mean, he was nice enough, but he didn’t really do anything. Ever. I’d never seen him go out. He seemed content to read on the hammock, go for a swim, and sit on the deck or in his room strumming random chords on his guitar. The only thing I’d seen him show any real interest in was Maggie. The only time I ever heard him talk was when she was around.
    Whatever he had going for him, Maggie seemed to like it too. I’d seen them spending more and more time together since the night they’d made out on the beach. Maybe they had a lot in common. Who knows? Obviously he and Wendy had something going for them or they wouldn’t have lasted two years. I repeated Tanner’s advice in my head. Stay out of it.
    I glanced at the magazine cover again, then at my phone. Tanner wasn’t due home for about an hour. That seemed like enough time. Before I could chicken out, I stood and headed upstairs.

Chapter Eleven
    MANSCAPING SOUNDED simple enough when I read about it. It seemed a lot more complicated once I was standing naked in our bedroom.
    Just trim, don’t shave yourself bare. How hard could that be? I snapped the clipper attachment onto my electric razor and leaned back staring down at my pubes. Combing my fingers through them, I sucked in a breath, flipped the switch, and took a pass at the blond curls. They drifted to the floor around my feet like feathers. Nice and steady. Right side. Left side. My cock got hard from the combination of being held and moved from side to side along with the vibrations of the actual trimmer. I took off the plastic guard and went to work at the hair that climbed the base of the shaft. Zip, Zip. Zip. And it was all gone.
    With a Kleenex I swept up the scattered bits of hair on the floor, then ventured toward the full-length mirror inside the closet door. I looked up slowly, not sure what to expect.
    I sucked in a deep breath. I’d never really looked at myself naked before. Not more than a passing glance in the mirror after a shower.
    Standing there, fully erect, dick looking at least two inches longer than usual without the cloud of pubes around it, I couldn’t stop staring.
    I propped one foot against the doorframe and got the first-ever view of my asshole. My dick twitched. I ran a finger past it, feeling the fringe of hair. I can do this. Bracing against the frame, I turned the razor back on.
    Holding my breath, I ran the razor gently over the skin.
    I tested the area with a light pass of my fingertips. Smooth. Then I gave my cock a stroke. Just one stroke. I wanted to see what I looked like touching myself.
    Only I didn’t stop at one stroke. One became two, which became three, and before I knew it, I was watching myself jerk off. When the door to our room opened, I nearly fell into the closet before I realized it was only Tanner. I still hid behind the partially closed closet door.
    The grin on his face told me he had already guessed what I’d been doing. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then came up behind me. His nose ruffled through the hair at the back of my head, and he kissed my neck.
    “I missed you.” He ran his fingers down my back, hard enough I’m sure they left red trails.
    My cock stiffened more. “Yeah?”
    “Uh-huh. So, how’s your night been?” Tanner asked.
    I could hear the smile in his voice. “Boring?”
    “Definitely not boring. Hot.” His hands slid around my waist as he pressed himself against my back. He was still wearing his shorts, but I could clearly feel how hard he was. Warm fingers stroked my