Alternate Endings

FASAIMS 9 (Slightly Explicit Content)

FASAIMS (9): Scenario: What if Cory had agreed to Chris'..."suggestion" in chapter five?

"You want fun? Chris, if you want me to strip for you, all you've gotta do is ask." Cory jokes.

Chris laughs, then grows serious. He brings Cory closer to him, then lightly begins kissing her collar bone. His hands slowly go up her legs and his lips trail higher to her neck and jawline. His hands reach under her skirt and squeeze the globes of her ass.

"Strip for me, Cory." He whispers, huskily, "Let me see you...Let me touch you...Let me have you...Let me take you and make you mine."

Cory pauses, letting this sink in.

Chris sucks on her neck, finding her sensitive spot. Cory couldn't help but let out a small, audible moan. Chris' grip on her tightens.

"You know you want it." Chris whispers, his hot breath making her a bit less hesitant...

"Let me fuck you, Cory. Right here, right now."

Cory's eyes widen in surprise. She did want him, but...in this way? And she'd never had sex before...But he was right here, asking for her. This was the only time in Cory's life that anyone had ever told her they wanted her this way...How could she refuse? But all of the things that could go wrong with this...

Finally, Cory speaks.

"Kiss me before I change my mind."

Chris didn't need to be told twice. He brings Cory to him and kisses her; roughly at first, but then slowly. He really let himself taste her and observe the way her lips moved against his; she was amazing. Cory could not believe she was actually kissing him right now. It felt good, it felt right, it...was so terrifying.

They come apart a moment and just stare at each other a moment. Cory removes her glasses and sets them down on the coffee table.

"Can you see?" Chris asks.

Cory nods, "Near-sighted."

Chris nods in return, then kisses Cory again. Cory melts into him, a million thoughts running through her head, both good and bad. Chris grabs onto the hem of her shirt. Cory puts her arms up and they break the kiss as Chris pulls her shirt off before throwing it wherever. Chris kisses her again, roughly; letting his tongue explore hers. He then pushes her down on the couch, him on top of her.

Chris' hands explored Cory's body. They messaged her breasts through her bra, they traced her sides and her legs, they squeezed her ass; God, he wanted her. Cory's fingers pulled his hair and she bit his lip rings. Chris pulls down her skirt until it's around her knees. His other hand went under her bra and began massaging her bare breast, twisting her already erect nipple with his fingers. Cory moans against his lips and could feel Chris getting excited against her hip.

Chris removed his hand from her breast and moved it toward her back as his other hand reached under her fishnet tights and began to palm her through her wet panties. He began sucking up and down her neck and fumbling with the clip of her bra.

"Wait!" Cory suddenly exclaims, pushing Chris off of her.

"What?" Chris asks her, looking concerned.

Cory studied him a moment. She couldn't quite understand Chris right now. One minute, he only seems to care about getting into Cory's pants; the next, he seems genuinely concerned about her overall well-being. He looked rather concerned and slightly startled and Cory's sudden outburst. Cory's anxious thoughts about this whole thing had just suddenly overcome her. Should she tell him...?

"I'm not..." Cory starts, not quite sure where to go with this.

"Very experienced." Cory finally finishes.