Here’s mine:
Dorm life wasn’t really an option for me, so my parents had rented me a tiny apartment — basically just a room in a rooming house. It wasn’t on campus, but it was just a couple of blocks away.
“I hope you don’t think I lured you up here for immoral purposes,” I said, attempting a joke as I closed the door behind us.
She smiled pleasantly. “That would be fine,” she said. She reached down and took the hem of her sweater in both hands, pulling it up over her head. Under it she wore some sort of feminine undershirt thing (it may have been a “chemise,” but I’m not completely sure), which she also removed, laying it carefully on the back of a chair, next to the sweater.
Her skin seemed more and more improbable the more of it was revealed.
That’s from my current story, which starts here. I’m pretty pleased with it so far.
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