A Touch of Color

A TOUCH OF COLOR

Chapter 1

Diane stretched her back and tried to get comfortable. This time of the month always made her back ache. She straightened and continued putting the vacuum back in the closet. She tried to keep to her scheduled routine as much as possible not wanting to succumb to the inconveniences of menstrual pains. Besides, she had an added incentive. Her boyfriend David would be here this afternoon and she wanted to prepare something special for him. The thin, extra large t-shirt that currently served as her only garment flapped against her breasts. She shifted her breasts tracing careful circles around her nipples which were hardening and protruding against the sheer fabric. She pressed her thighs together enjoying the hot, slick feeling growing between her legs.

As she moved her leg to swing the closet door closed, she looked down to see a large red gobbet had landed on her toe missing her sandals but making her look like she was wearing bright red nail polish. Some spillage was to be expected she frowned. It was her first and heaviest day of her period and she was flowing quite visibly. Traces of red already crept down her legs in thin rivulets.

David had told her how sexy he thought she was when she had her period. He thought she was at her most feminine. He said it was a shame she felt she must bow to convention and wear uncomfortable appliances to catch her flow. So she had determined to free-bleed this month, as much as possible, to give them both a treat. This morning after she showered and went to the toilet she knew that her period had begun, but she had eschewed wearing any pads or tampons. She even refrained from wearing underwear and instead opted for the oversized t-shirt. She had gone about her routine pretty much without giving her period another thought. She was careful about how and where she sat; placing a towel down on the furniture first but other than that, she felt buoyed by the experience. It was certainly better than wearing an uncomfortable tampon all day.

The novelty of it appealed to her naughty streak and she had to resist the urge to give her girlie bits a bit of a rub, although several times she gave her heavy breasts a pat and occasionally tweaked a nipple. She told herself she would get off when David arrived.

The doorbell drew her from her reverie and brought her back to her senses. She reached for the knob and pulled the door open.