Chapter 6

The apartment was small but neat and attractive, the walls covered with Twinkle's diverse and expansive art work – portraits, landscapes, drawings, sketches. Impressive work and I told her so.

"Thanks," she said with appreciation.

Once the quick and brief tour of the two bedroom apartment was done, Twinkle invited me to take a seat on the living room couch.

"I should go," I said.

"No you shouldn't," Twinkle let me know. "Please, stay."

Strange how now I was the one feeling awkward, anxious and socially inept. I had thought about Twinkle often over the years but it never occurred to me that our paths would cross again.

"Aren't you going to tell me to take off my clothes?" Twinkle asked as we took seats next to each other on the couch.

I blushed with embarrassed shame. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you like that, Twinkle," I said, feeling relieved to finally confess my sins and unload my burden after so many years. "It was wrong."

"We had fun," Twinkle replied. "I did anything and everything when I was with you."

"I was sick to do that to you," I said, cringing at the memories of my adolescent perversions.

"I let you teach me the rules," Twinkle said.

"I taught you wrong," I sighed.

"Yes, I learned that when I got to our new place in Miller City," Twinkle revealed.

"Oh God, what happened?" I frowned.

"I didn't know you weren't supposed to get naked," She shrugged. "I embarrassed the poor fourteen year old kid living there. I thought he liked me but he didn't."

"I'm really sorry, Twinkle," I said.

"I basically had no understanding of the rules."

"Because of me," I groaned.

"I had an artist friend who painted nudes so I posed for him. He showed me the dressing room and gave me a robe but I just laughed and undressed right in front of him," Twinkles said. "He said I was the most relaxed, comfortable and natural nude he'd ever met."

"I really screwed you up, didn't I?" I realized.

"I've liked thinking and reading and drawing about sex – probably more than doing it."

"Sorry."

"But now you're here and I remember how easy, relaxing and fun it was getting naked and having sex with you. You're the only one I've had an orgasm with. I have orgasms just thinking about those times but getting to the sex stage after you left stressed me out because there's this unspoken weird dance I know nothing about and I miss all the cues and the subtle stuff so it's too much for me and I don't date or socialize. I mostly draw and keep to myself."

"Twinkle…."

"I tell guys to just tell me if they want to have sex," she revealed.

"I want to have sex," I blurted out, stunned that I let my inner most thoughts and fantasies come out like that.

"Okay," she smiled.

"Hold it," I said, holding my hand up. "This isn't right."

"Why not?"

"There needs to be something more."

"What more could there be?" She asked. "We've already done it."

"That was a long time ago."

"It was yesterday," she said, lifting her eyebrows. "Don't you know that? It was yesterday."

"Yesterday?" I asked with confusion.

She stood from the couch and stripped off her sweats and just like that she was naked – only this time I hadn't told her to do it.

"Time stopped when you left," she said. "Now it's moving again."

I was surprised by how anxious I was feeling. After the hundreds of times I saw her naked and the countless times we had sex, here I was feeling shame, guilt, remorse and confusion.

"What we will do we have done," Twinkle said. "Let's go to bed."

She held her hand out and motioned for me to stand.

"Why don't you get naked?" She said, repeating the line I gave her all those times so long ago in that never to be forgotten third floor Bryerwood playroom.

I didn't protest as I undressed.

"Now you know what I mean," Twinkle smiled, taking me by the hand and leading me toward the bedroom.

"You're the twinkle in my eye," I told her as I followed.