"That man can kiss!" Reba thought to herself. I've never felt so good before….If only the band hadn't come in when they did! She sighed, taking off her shirt in the process to change, leaving herself bra clad, just as the door opened and Narvel walked in…."Reba I"…they both froze, not moving a muscle. Narvel couldn't take his eyes off the figure in front of him. Her curves were all in the right places and her stomach was flat and taut. Reba stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Reba suddenly reached for her robe, putting it on her shoulders. Unfortunately, the tie was missing and she had to hold it closed. Once the robe was on, Narvel shook out of his trance, apologizing profusely, coming to her side. Stopping him in midsentence, she put a finger to his lips. "It's ok, really", she said in her sweet southern accent." Look at me, I'm serious". Looking into her eyes was his downfall. Those beautiful blues held depths he could not begin to fathom, and he was lost in them. Slowly, he put his arms around her and began to kiss her once again. Reba's arms came around him, the now opened robe forgotten. He brought her to him, their chests touching. Inwardly he groaned, smiling against her lips. Oh god, Reba…what you do to me…..
They broke apart, heads together. She chuckled. "Like what you see?, she teased, smiling at him. "Oh yes", he said, stealing another sweet kiss from her lips. She chuckled again, and this time he asked why. "You really want to know?" she said. "Oh ,most definitely" was the reply. "I just thought of the perfect nickname for you". "And what's that?" Reba just looked at him , before dissolving into a fit of giggles and replying…. "Narvelicious".