The Protection Program

TPP : Chapter XXXII

Her heart pounded as she packed her luggage, there were still two days before they left but Aubrey wanted her to pack now. He said someone would come and take there things to the plane later that day so they wouldn't have to worry about them the day of, which was nice but packing only made her anxiety worse, it made her think about how close it was. It made her think that in just 48 hours she would be on her way to the city of her lost hopes and dreams. The city that killed her on the inside, and now wanted to kill her on the outside as well.

Aubrey said they would be going in late today as well which only meant that they would be staying late, staying past sundown where everyone went home except for the people who enjoyed staying late at work, the people who liked working the night shift instead. Nina didn't like it though, she thought it was scary, of course all the lights were on but still. She didn't like to be anywhere but home during the night because she felt like something bad would happen, superstition number 14 out of about a billion. There was a knock on the door that took her attention from her suit case 

"Come in."

She looked back down at the mess of clothes on the bed in frustration, she wasnt good at folding clothes because she never did. Growing up her parents and the maids did it all, when in Houston surprisingly Rashad did it all, so she never learned. 

"Wow, i guess im just fast at packing."

"I don't know how to fit it all in there."

He laughed as he walked into the room, she warmed up a little on the inside as he brushed past her. They stood at the foot of the bed side by side staring down at the jumbled up pile of fabric, It was mount Everest in clothing version and they didn't know where to start. Aubrey gave her three suitcases, one for clothes, one for shoes and a small luggage bag for whatever else she needed or wanted to pack. 

"okay, well i guess i can do your clothes for you if you can do your shoes and whatever else."

She smiled and stood on her tippy toes, placing a small kiss to his cheek before going into the closet. He blushed at the feel of her lips on his skin, and that only gave him visions of yesterday. They shared not one but two very passionate-near-make out sessions, one on the couch before dinner and one before they parted ways for bed. It was something they both loved doing yet no one wanted to confess that. She pulled the bag into the closet and sat down on the warm carpeted floor, she tucked her feet under her bottom and pursed her lips to the side. There was so much to choose from and she didn't know what shoe to start with, so she grabbed one after another slowly packing it into the leather bag

He didn't feel weird, he just felt wrong. The clothes weren't anything, he just had to pack them and put them away, it was her bras and her panties that got to him. He had seen that all the time, he took it off of women all the time but he felt different about her, usually he wouldn't care but now he felt like he was violating her. He felt like he shouldn't be even looking let alone touching. He didn't know why his feelings were different towards her, he didn't know why he felt things that he had never felt before, he didn't know why she was different but she was. He felt things towards her that he didn't even recognize because he hadn't ever had that feeling, he didn't believe in love so he wasnt going to say that it was that but it was definitely something different.

He peered over his shoulder to see Nina, she was on her knees and that only gave him dirty thoughts, he turned his gaze back to her lingerie and that only made the thoughts worse. He had to calm himself down as his insides roared with fire, he was slowly being turned on and the thoughts only kept coming, as much as he tried, an erection was hard to control. He folded up the black lacey bra but hesitated on the panties, he stare down at them as he hold the fabric in his hands, there were cool and soft to the touch, that only turned him on more so he quickly stuffed them into the suitcase as well. 

"Okay, I'm done Nina."

He zipped up the bag and moved it to the side, before turning on his heels and entering the bathroom as well. She leaned forward so she was on all fours, hands and knees to the floor, she was reaching for what he guessed was a pair of shoes but he wasnt focused on that. He couldn't take his eyes off of her body, her small waist and perfectly round butt, her shirt raised up a little as she reached showing off the smooth caramel skin on her back. He was turned on and he was trying his absolute hardest to keep himself from leaving flaccid. He cleared his throat and tried to start up a conversation to try and get his mind off of things, it was hard but he could do it.

"So what did Chef Stan cook today?"

She sat up, tucking her feet back under her butt and placing the shoe into the suit case, she turned her head to look back at him and smiled. She liked when he talked about Chef Stan because it was something she liked, it was like that with what she thought would be anyone, why would you want to talk about something that didn't interest you?

"He made eggplant Parmesan, i thought it would be nasty but at the very end of the show it looked pretty good."

He nodded his head in agreement, he hadn't seen the show but he the words eggplant and Parmesan together didn't sound to appealing. Thats usually how it went on cooking shows, they would take something that sounded nauseating but they would cook it in a way that made the watchers appetites go crazy. She leaned over again to rummage through more pairs of shoes and that only made everything worse, he couldn't take it anymore. he couldn't stand there and stare at her and continue to stay soft, it was to hard. He was out of her room and into his within 10 seconds. He had his pants off and he was on the bed within 20 seconds and within 30 seconds he was nearly cumming and he had only just began. 

What is this girl doing to me? He thought to himself before climaxing while thinking of Nina for the second time this week.