Donnie's story, part 3

Eliza stood up and went to the house to refill her drink. She walked behind the sofa with Donnie and Olivia, really not wanting to be in the middle of their moment. When she returned, she stood to the side near Isaiah, opting not to cross back through the group.

Donnie took a breath and checked in visually with Olivia. She seemed totally at ease with all of this, so he felt a bit more courage to continue.

"Yes, I watched you change. I stood to the side, and saw just a peek of your profile in the bedroom as you changed into your bikini. You had been wearing a t-shirt and shorts. You slid down the shorts, and I watched your legs. I had seen your legs at so many volleyball games, and there wasn't really anything different here. I mean, maybe a little more skin, but you still had underwear on. But I saw your hips, the side of your butt, your long legs and beautiful skin ..."

WIth her fingers still intertwined with Donnie's, Olivia brought her (and his) right hand off the back of the couch and held it against her hip. Donnie's fingers touched Olivia's leg through her dress as he told this part of the story.

"I wanted to touch you. I wanted to step into the room and touch your leg." She had let go of his hand, and he touched her upper thigh. He moved his hand to the side of her hip, moving slightly around her to the round soft curve of her ass. "I wanted to run my fingers along your leg and feel your skin against my hand."

As he narrated, he mirrored some parts of his story on the couch. Olivia's skin wasn't bare right now, but Donnie's hand traced the curve of her ass as she lay there on the couch with him. Olivia turned her body slightly, and Donnie's hand naturally drifted off her hip and onto her ass.

"I watched you pull your t-shirt over your head. You had a white bra on. I could only see the side of it. I imagined what your breasts looked like, if the curves of the bra matched the curves of your body."

Donnie's left hand was still resting across Olivia's upper body, but as she moved slightly, so did his hand. It was closer to her breast now, but he didn't move it any further on his own.

"I saw you hold still for a moment. Maybe there was a mirror in the room. Or maybe you were just looking at yourself."

"I was thinking, I'm here with Donnie, I really hope I don't mess this up," said Olivia.

Donnie shuddered slightly. Olivia felt it. He went on. "I watched you unclasp your bra, and drop it to the floor. You rubbed the sides of your breasts. You put your fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs, and stepped out of them. You stood there naked, completely naked. You were in my room in my apartment, completely naked, and I stood in the hall."

"I wish you had come in."

"I do too." Donnie's right hand was more firmly stroking the back of Olivia's ass. His left hand began to move a bit more as well, still mostly resting on her stomach, but both of them became acutely aware of the contact between his forearm and her breast.

"I do too," muttered Ben. Everyone started laughing at that, and although the previous moment had been quite captivating and arousing, the group was glad to have a moment of tension release. As everyone calmed down, Donnie continued. "You got dressed in that bikini, put your flip flops back on, and came back out to join me. We went to the beach. It was lovely."

"Wait, that's it?" said Henry. "You can't build up all of this suspense, and then just go to the beach and be done with it."

"Yeah," said Olivia. "You can't. What else happened?"