Love Her Madly

Chapter four At about quarter after eight, Sabrina was working busily away on one of her Chemistry problems as I sat next to her at the table, patiently waiting for her to finish – both of us ensconced comfortably in my apartment (the top floor of a duplex). I didn’t mind waiting, I just liked being near her. Also, it afforded me the opportunity to watch her as she worked – so beautiful in her white sweater, buttoned down the front, and jeans. Presently, Sabrina finished and looked in the back of the book to check her answer. “Oh no, not again! I think I’ll scream if I ever get one of these right the first time!” She turned to me, “Do ya think they ever put the wrong answers in the back of the book sometimes – I mean, you know, just to mess with us?” That would be highly irregular now, wouldn’t it?” I replied. “But, of course, we’re talkin’ about the authors of a Chemistry book here – and it’s very rare to be both dull and devious,” I added with a smile. “Why don’t ya let me have a look at it.” Smiling, Sabrina slid her book and notebook over to me. “Watch it be something completely stupid! Some small, little mistake I’d never make again in a million years.” She looked at me, “that stuff seems to follow me around, ya know? I laughed. “Well, then you must’ve gotten most of it right, so don’t worry. And anyways, I think you’re getting a lot better.” She smiled at me, “thanks Professor.” I smiled back and turned my attention to the exercise. “Now, let’s see…” Sabrina started to fidget. “Ya know, it’s getting hot in here.” “Huh?” I said absently. “Do you mind if I open a window?” “No, go right ahead,” I replied still more or less absently. Sabrina got up and proceeded to walk over to the window across the room directly facing the table. On her way, she selected “Emotional Rescue” by the Rolling Stones on the cd player and hit play. Reaching the window, she pulled it up with little effort and savored the cool breeze as it rushed in, pushing her hair back behind her shoulders with both hands. She then placed her hands on the window sill and leaned out into the darkness with eyes closed. She smiled as the cool air kissed her face, then began to slowly stretch her neck in a sensual manner. She brought her right hand up to rub the back of her neck and then slid it under her sweater across the base of her neck to her left shoulder. She continued to move her neck sensually and tugged at her sweater a bit, parting her lips. She then began to unbutton her sweater – methodically dislodging the sexy, clear discs. She finished unbuttoning her sweater and slowly took it off. First exposing one bare shoulder and then the other, revealing a red, silk chemise underneath. Her hands then dropped down to her jeans as she unbuttoned and unzipped them. She pulled the jeans down over her nice, round ass and stepped out of them as they slid to the floor, wearing nothing now but a chemise. Oblivious to what had just transpired, I finally find Sabrina’s mistake. “Oh here it is!” I said. “Yeah you were right – just a small, little mistake that you prob’ly wouldn’t make again in a million years. But the rest of it is fine. See, I told you you were getting better. Yessir, I like what I see!” I look up, then down, then do a double-take. Sabrina, sitting on the window sill, looked coyly back at Henry. “Sabrina, what’s happened to your clothes?!” “I don’t know. They were here just a minute ago.” She smiled mischievously. “But you’re like practically—“ “Naked? Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, Henry. It’s the night air. It does something to me. It always seems to have this way of sliding me out of my clothes.” Her right strap slid down. “Oops.” “But…” I started. “Relaaax, Henry. I’m still wearing something, for God’s sake. I mean, give me credit for at least some discretion, would ya?” Her other strap slipped down and I dropped my mechanical pencil. She laughed softly at this and threw her head back a bit. “That would be funny, though, wouldn’t it? I mean, if I were just totally naked here when you looked up.” She laughed again. “I can just see your face!” She laughed some more and I forced weak laughter in return. Then she leaned forward. “Oh, that would be bad,” she added and stood up. “That would be sooooo baaad.” She brushed her hair back with her left hand. “Wouldn’t it, Henry?” She started walking slowly towards me. “I mean, if this flimsy little thing I’m wearing somehow found its way to the floor,” she added seductively. At that point, she grabbed hold of the hem of her chemise with both hands and started to slowly pull it down as she continued slowly towards me. She continued to pull it down until the tops of her areolas were exposed. “Wouldn’t that be sooooo baaad? “Within what context? I’m not following.” Sabrina smiled and moved closer. “You want me, don’t you Henry? So bad you can taste it, can’t you Henry? Well, then why don’t you just take me, Henry? Come on, Henry, take me… Take me, Henry… Henry… Henry…” Sabrina, still seated next to me, started shaking my shoulder. “Henry… Henry… Henry!” “Huh?” I finally responded. “What’s the matter? We’re you day-dreaming?” “Oh, um… Yeah, I guess I must’ve drifted off there for a minute.” Sabrina smiled, “I guess.” “Sorry.” “It’s okay… What were you day-dreaming about?” “Oh, nothing… Just Chemistry, you know.” Sabrina smiled again, “You know, sometimes I worry about you, Henry.”