Chapter 14
From where he sat at his vanity, Lila could see Tommy reflected in his mirror, sprawled across his bed. The cowboy had discarded his boots and jeans; his shirt lay open, unbuttoned, and his boxers were damp from his own drying c*m. He looked impossibly young, lying on his back, hands folded behind his head and ankles crossed. Every now and then he wiggled his toes against the small of Lila’s back, which he could just barely reach. In the mirror, Lila watched Tommy watching him as he applied his make-up for the evening. With the hint of a smile, Lila gently pulled down his lower eyelid to draw a thin line along the bottom lid and asked softly, “Are you sure that was your first time? You seemed to know what you were doing.”
Tommy’s toes nudged Lila’s back. “I had a good teacher,
