Crush Me

Twenty Six

Leanne

I wish I was a virgin. I hate the miserable prick who abused me when I was little. Four years old. I gained so much as a survivor, and the losses are worth it. Without, I don't think I could live through Jo-Jo and her constant barrages of bullshit. But tonight, I'm going to put it all aside. Tonight, is special and sweet. Wilson is the best thing ever to happen to me, and I'm not going let the past escape its cage. Now, how bold am I going to be?

Leanne rummaged through the drawer where she stowed her underwear and shimmied out of her only sexy pair.

Why did I pack plain cotton briefs? These are the only sexy thing I own, and they're soaked. No lacy bra either. So, nothing under an over sized t-shirt. Will Wilson think I'm too bold?

She untied her pretty green halter and slipped out of the dress, taking the time to hang it the armoire across from the foot of her bed. The beautiful wardrobe matched the cherry chest under the window. The rich glow of the deep reddish brown grain highlighted the white brocade drapes and heirloom bedspread.

Leanne pulled a double extra large yellow vee neck t-shirt over her head. She darted into the bathroom and pulled a brush through her hair. Staring at her reflection, she grabbed a tube of gloss and dabbed some on her lips. Rubbing them together, she whispered, "You've got this girl. Sex is a natural thing. Fun and a pleasure, and I've been waiting for the right time. Well this is it."

She went out the door, closing it softly behind her and knocked on Wilson's.

He opened it for her and stared at her for a long minute.

"You're gorgeous. I think Jo-Jo is jealous and always has been. I'll bet you were the cutest kid in your kindergarten class, and she's never forgiven you since."

He pulled her inside and locked the door behind her.

Leanne shivered when Wilson brushed his thumbs across her nipples. Heat shot straight to her center and she froze in place.

"Are you okay? I can unlock the door if you want, but Mom could walk in on us like she did in the kitchen."

"I'm so turned on, please just kiss me. Leave the door locked. That was so embarrassing, having your Mom give us the condom speech."

"She actually did leave some on my bedside table." Wilson pointed to the box. "I've never used one. I have to read the instructions."

"I closed my eyes in sex-ed. The teacher actually showed us, but I couldn't get myself to watch. She had a life like dildo." Leanne sat down on the edge of Wilson's bed. "Maybe we should cuddle for a bit first. I like what you wore. I always thought you would be a boxers guy."

"What do you wear the first time you have sex?" Wilson stacked his pillows against the headboards. He patted the bed beside him, and Leanne snuggled in under his arm. She put her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"That's exactly what I was wondering." Leanne looked up at him studying his serious eyes. 

He bent his lips towards hers, and she licked hers in anticipation. His hand came up to cup her breast through her t-shirt and she ran her hand along his stomach just over the top of his boxers. Wilson's muscles quivered as she explored his firm abs and found the line of hair heading down from his belly button.

When he finally kissed her all thoughts fled from her head. Only the feelings in her body remained. The pulsing point of flame between her legs begged for more.

"Tell me where to touch you. Let me know what feels good. I'm loving the way your hands feel on me," Wilson whispered.

"Play with my breasts." Leanne begged. "You're lighting a fire in me, and it feels so damn good." She shifted to straddle his thighs and scooted forward. Stopping before she got close enough to touch the tent forming in his boxers, she looked up at him and asked, "Are you okay? I know you don't like anyone touching you there."

"But you're not just anyone. I trust you. I think I'm in love with you." Wilson ran his thumbs over her nipples, and she whimpered. Leaning forward she danced her tongue over his and nipped lightly at his lower lip before putting her hand on his boxers, exploring the length of him under the silky soft material.

He groaned. "That feels amazing, do it again."

Leanne used both her hands and moved up and down a couple of times before she pulled her t-shirt out from under her letting her bare skin rest against his thighs. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as the scent of her reached him. "You smell amazing, your shampoo, the vanilla and now this. I never knew."

His fingers slid under her shirt and along her thigh as Leanne let her knees widen. She grabbed his wrist to guide him to her. "Do you want to see?" Then she gasped as his finger slid through her wet folds.

"Please, never watched any porn, don't know what I'm doing."

"Neither do I. But when you touched me that way, it felt way better than when I do it," Leanne admitted. "I want more." She pulled her sleeping tee off. Wilson's pupils dilated as he stared at her.

He reached out with both hands to play with her nipples and tiny little groans slipped from her throat. Leanne grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. Wilson got the hint and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor.

"Oh my God! You're ripped," Leanne breathed. Leaning forward, she crushed herself into his chest and kissed him. His fingers kept up their teasing twirl, and she bit back a scream.

If he keeps this up, he's going to make me climax. He's got me so hot and excited I can't stop myself from rubbing against his leg. I've got to slow this down. I've only ever read about this in a few novels, but I want him to feel everything I am. I don't want him to think he doesn't matter.