Betsy and The Beast

Nine (Betsy)

I surveyed the clothing Anthony had provided for me. They were clearly men's clothing. His, I assumed. I debated for all of two seconds what to do about undergarments. It felt too good to be clean to ruin it with dirty undergarments. I slipped Anthony's clothes on and studied my reflection. The white undershirt didn't do much to hide my breasts and the dark gray sweatpants rode low on my hips, even though I tied them at the waist. My hair was still wet and wild, as I hadn't been able to find a brush.

I bit my lip, from nervousness. I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin. I had zero business even being in Anthony Chapman's apartment, let alone wearing his clothes. I sure as hell shouldn't go out there with my breasts practically on display. A slow smile started across my face. I was going out there and whatever happened was meant to be. There was a reason I was there. Anthony had seemed almost desperate to get me to his place and now my curiosity was through the roof. What would he do with me now?

I exited the bathroom and instantly smelled coffee. So, he was making good on his promise to take me for coffee. I followed the aroma and found Anthony leaning against the kitchen counter. He held a glass of something that wasn't coffee. Seeing me, he froze with it lifted, halfway to his lips.

"Hey, um, so I couldn't find a brush." I muttered, nervously. His eyes had already taken one trip down my body, but now he was looking again. This time he was being much more thorough and it felt like he was caressing me. Looking at me, his eyes had darkened so much they were almost black.

Since he seemed content to stare, I decided to do the same. He'd taken off his suit jacket and he'd rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He'd taken off his dress shoes and socks. His feet were bare and crosses at the ankles. His stance appeared carefree, but I knew he was anything but.

"You're beautiful." He suddenly broke the silence, and my eyes flew to his. He had a sexy smirk on his face that told me he knew I found him attractive. Who wouldn't be attracted to him, though?

"I'm a mess." I tell him, running a self-conscious hand over my hair.

"No, I'm the mess." He said, offhandedly and then took a sip of his drink.

"Needed something stronger than coffee?" I asked, curious how he'd respond.

"Yes." He said simply, took another sip and then set his glass down before he pushed off the counter. When he started stalking toward me, I froze. He came in close but didn't touch me. His breath fanned my face, as he said, "I promised you just coffee."

Whiskey. I smelled it on his breath, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it made me want to taste his lips. Wait, what did he say? Flustered, I nodded, "You did say just coffee."

"I may have lied."

"I have a feeling you lie more often than you admit."

"I do. It's a disgusting habit I can't seem to break. It used to be just during business, but then the lies began to spill over into my personal life. Not that I have much of a personal life."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I'm going to kiss you and I'm going to touch you. If you truly don't want me to do that, I need you to say the word now and I'll call for you a ride home." As he spoke, he reached up and tucked some of my hair behind my ear and then cupped my cheek.

I sighed and wet my lips, before admitting, "I, um, wouldn't be totally opposed to you doing...that...the, uh, kissing and touching I mean."

"Thank Christ." He growled and then he grabbed my face with both hands, while lowering his head. I gasped as soon as his lips touched mine, feeling a zap of something foreign zing between us. Had he felt that? I didn't know, but I wanted to feel it again and again.

Anthony suddenly growled, ripping his mouth from mine, only to pick me up and place me on the counter. He pushed my legs apart and stepped between them. The hungry look on his face was intense and a little scary, because of how inexperienced I was. I should probably tell him I was a virgin. That thought had no more and filtered through my head when he suddenly grabbed the shirt I was wearing and pulled it off, over my head. I gasped and tried to shield my naked breasts from his view.

"Don't. Please don't hide from me. Every inch of you is perfect. I've been dying to see you since the day the elevator quit on us. No, that's not true. I wanted to see every inch of you since the first time I watched you dance your ass across a room."

"Um, Anthony, you should know-oh my God!" I gasped as he suddenly cupped one of my breasts in his hand. The weight of his palm on me felt so good, but when he tweaked my nipple between his fingers I almost shot right off the counter in wonder. Who knew something could feel so good?

"I'm going to love every inch of you if you'll let me. Will you let me fuck you, Betsy Solomon?"

I choked from his words. He was so direct and there was no sugar-coating from him. I should really tell him to call me a car. I was in way over my head.  I wasn't going to do that though. I did need to tell him though, so I rushed out, "Um, you need to know something first. I'm a virgin."

Anthony froze and stumbled back. His face was white with shock. Then he looked almost angry. He shook his head and stepped even further away from me. Well, ok then. With slumped shoulders I hopped off the counter and looked for the shirt he'd just removed. I pulled it back on and moved to go around Anthony. Forget him. I'd find my own way home, I decided.

He grabbed my arm, on my way past, and he demanded, "Wait."

"For what?" I practically yelled. "Your reaction tells me everything I need to know. You're repulsed by me. No-one has ever touched me before, so there must be something wrong with me, right?  That must be what you're thinking. You-"

"Bullshit! I want you so bad it hurts!" He hissed and then took my hand, placing it on the front of his pants. I may have been inexperienced, but I knew an erection when I felt one. My eyes widened and he sighed, dropping my hand, before he explained, "I should let you go. I don't deserve you, but I need you too damned much. So, I'm just going to change my original plan. Tonight, we'll have dinner here and then I'll take you home. Tomorrow night I'm supposed to make an appearance at a benefit. You'll come as my date and then we'll come back here. I won't be taking you home tomorrow night. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes." I said, wetting my lips again.

"Good. Now what do you want to eat tonight?"