𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

can i trust you? • 𝐫𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

warnings: mentions of self harm, suggestive material.

She had her arms wrapped around your neck, and you were kissing as you swayed gently in the warm summer night.
She suddenly stopped and looked at you with an expression of longing.

"Let's go to the pool, yeah?" she said.

You nodded. You were nervous because she was a superstar, and you were just some college girl that happened to get lucky. And you knew that once she came to her senses she would see all your flaws and think, what is this girl doing with this goddess? She had an amazing body, and you knew it was going to be hard not to stare at her beautiful dark skin, her perfectly shaped breasts, and her amazingly smooth legs.

So far you were just kissing, and you were okay with that.
But then she took your hand and led you downstairs. You were in a villa that Ri had rented while she was in Spain. It was a beautiful place, but it was a bit too ornate and old fashioned for you. It was filled with heavy wooden furniture, and you worried about bumping into anything and getting scratched.

The villa had a private pool, and Robyn wasted no time. She was wearing a white string bikini. You had on a plain black one piece. She walked past the pool and into the small jacuzzi that was in a little gated area off to the side. She turned the jets on and got in. She motioned for you to join her. You were self conscious, but she didn't give you much choice.

You climbed in, and the hot water felt amazing on your body.
Rihanna scooted over next to you and put her hand on your cheek.

She smiled. "Hey, you," she said. You blushed. She moved even closer and began to kiss you. Her lips were so soft and tasted like strawberry. She pulled away, and then suddenly kissed you again, but more aggressively. She pulled away and looked into your eyes. "I love kissing you," she said. Your heart was pounding. She looked at you intently. "You have a beautiful mouth," she said. "Thanks," you whispered.

She looked down at the water, then back at you. "You look so hot in that bathing suit," she said. You were blushing so hard. "Really?" "Yeah, it makes your boobs look huge. But it's a shame that they're covered up," she said. "Oh?" you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"Yeah. I like seeing a girl's tits," she said. "Um, well..." you stammered. "What? Is that too much?" she said, teasing. "Um..." you trailed off. She was grinning now. "Do you like it when I say things like that?" You couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so," you said. "I want to make you feel good." "I know, I want to make you feel good too. "She took your hand and put it on her breast. "Do you feel this?" she asked. You nodded.

She kissed you again, then moved your hand to her ass. "And do you feel this?" You nodded again. "It's yours. It's all yours," she said. Then she reached under the water and found your hand. She guided it to her pussy. "And do you feel this?" You froze this time not saying a word. She put your hand on her breast.

"Feel me," she said. "I don't want to," you said."Why not?" "I just don't." "I'm sorry, thought you wanted to," she said. "I do, but..." you trailed off again. "But what? She asked." "I just... I'm not sure if I'm ready."She sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you," she said. You shook your head.

"No, it's not that. I just..." She smiled. "It's okay. We'll take it slow." She kissed you again, softly. "Now, let's get out of this hot tub. I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded." You nodded.

You both got out, and she wrapped a towel around herself.
You couldn't stop thinking about how gorgeous she was.
"Come on, let's go upstairs," she said. She took your hand and led you back inside. You followed her up the stairs. When you got to her room, she took off her towel, you put on a shirt and lay down on the bed. "Come here," she said. You approached the bed. "You can sit here," she said. You sat on the edge of the bed. "Now what?" you asked.

"I'm not sure," she said. "We'll just have to figure it out as we go." She leaned in and kissed you again. Her tongue was warm and sweet. You couldn't help but moan a little. She broke the kiss and looked at you. "Is that okay?" she asked. "Yes," you whispered. She kissed you again, a little deeper. She began to unbutton your shirt. You stopped her. "STOP" you yelled.

Robyn froze. "I'm sorry, I just can't let you see my body" You whispered. "Why not?" she asked "I have...marks." You said. She gave you a concerned look. You had never told anyone about the scars. The only person who knew was the therapist that you had gone to in college. She was the only one you had trusted enough. Robyn looked at you intently.

"Can I trust you?" you asked. She nodded. You took a deep breath and took off your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra. "Oh my God," she said. You looked down at the floor. She traced her finger along the long scars that crisscrossed your stomach. "What happened?" she asked. You started crying.

"I was 15. I was so lonely and depressed. My parents had just died, and I was living with my aunt and uncle. I didn't have any friends. I didn't have anyone. One night, I went into the bathroom and I cut myself. It felt so good. It was like all the pain and sadness just melted away.

And then, I couldn't stop. I would do it every day. I would hide it from everyone. My aunt and uncle didn't notice. But then, one day, I slipped up. I had taken off my shirt to wash my hair, and my aunt saw the scars. She called the police, and they sent me to a hospital.

I was there for six months. It was the worst time of my life. They treated me like a criminal. Like I was a monster. They forced me to talk about everything. It was torture. After I got out, I swore that I would never do it again. And I haven't. But it's always there. It's always with me. That's why I can't let you see me naked. I don't want to scare you. I don't want to freak you out." She hugged you.

"Babe, I'm so sorry," she said. You cried into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry," she said again. "I'm so sorry," you sobbed. She held you until you calmed down. "Thank you," you said. "Don't mention it."

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to hate me," you said. "Hey, look at me," she said. You wiped the tears from your eyes.
"I could never hate you. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. I'm just glad that you're okay. That's all that matters to me." You smiled."Thank you," you said. "Don't thank me," she said. You laughed. "Hey, you're perfect, and hot."

She kissed you. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" she asked. You nodded. "Let's get some sleep," she said. She turned off the light. "Good night, beautiful," she said. "Good night," you whispered. She wrapped her arms around you, and you drifted off to sleep.

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