A Uneventful Night and the Following Morning

Dean reach the door and annouched himself, "Honey, I'm back! Is the food here yet?"

A still flustered and dizzy Beatrix was taken back by the sudden return of the boyfriend she'd just cheated on for the second time. "Yeah! It's here!", she called back, frantacilly moving to clean up the mess she'd made with her towel as she heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened to a naked Bea walking up to her beloved, hugging him as hard as she could before walking back to the table and setting the food out.

"Why are you naked?", he asked as he put up his shoes and work clothes.

Beatrix had forgotten her state of undress and rushed to answer, "I uhh umm—Doesn't every guy wanna come home to thier naked sexy girlfriend?"

"Well hell yeah babe. Man, you are really getting me in the mood," Dean walked up to her, her scent reaking of sweaty sex, and kissed her on the cheek," Why don't we take this to the bedroom after dinner?"

She was no near ready to do this again, but said, "Oh, mhmm," until she could find some way out of it. The two them sat down and had their meal together, Bea **** to remain naked thanks to her lie and to better distract her boyfriend from any hints.

Dean opens up with a question, "The delivery guy give you any trouble?"

"Oh uhh, no. No. It was a little hard talking to him from the bathroom though."

"He get the money I left for him?"

"Oh, yeah yeah. Good tip too."

"...Hey, I bet if you woulda flashed him at the door. You mighta been able to get it for free, huh?"

Beatrix was dead silent, the idea had never crossed her mind that she could of just flashed him and gotten the same result with zero risk. Inside she was deeply oissed with herself, but outside she had to remain clam and continue eating, never answering his question. Dinner soon finished and the time came for the two "lovers" to retreat to the bedroom. Bea decided to go the old tired angle and through in an exucse about ,"You know what Chinese food does to my stomach," for good measure. So the two just went to bed, one happy and one frustrated with herself and her life putting her into such situations.

The morning came and Beatrix a woke to the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, she joined Dean who was braying his teeth and preparing to leave for work. "Morning Bea, how are feeling?"

"Better."

"That's good. Hey, I've got breakfast all ready for you. I've gotta leave soon so you enjoy the nice day we have today."

"Mmmm, I love you."

"Oh, babe. I forgot to mention this yesterday, but you've gotten a little paler since your trip. Maybe you should get some sun. If you don't want to go too far from home, you can tan up on the roof. Nobody goes there and there isn't a cloud in the sky today. Oh, I've gotta get going. Bye! See you when I get home!"

The door shut behind him and Beatrix thought on his words, looking down at herself and starting to think she'd lost of or her luster. She'd tried to maintain a complexion between the paleness of a stereotypical goth and the tan of her old life as popular girl. "I guess I could use some rays," she thought out loud. After breakfast she began looking for a bikini she could wear only to find none of her bathing suits as Dean had hid them while she was asleep. Then she remembered that Dean said "nobody goes up there" and decided that tanning in the buff would prevent tanlines.

So Beatrix got dressed to go out and get a much needed day after pill and some tanning supplies from a nearby store. She retuned to the appartment and gathered all she needed to go tan on the roof, like a chair, lotion, magazines, her phone, and some headphones. Then it was up the stairs to the roof where'd she ditch her clothes and let the sun do its work. But, what if Dean was lying? Did he plan something like before? Or is he trying to loosen Beatrix's inhibitions? Or maybe he's hoping nature will take its course?