Not That Kind of Girl (erotica)

Don't Apologize

She wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't prepared to have to show what she was wearing now, a plain white bra and panty set that she considered her boring weekday wear. She wasn't prepared to find the leader of the group, Ted, to be so attractive, with that middle aged confidence and the way he delivered such clear instructions in a silky baritone. And she certainly wasn't prepared to find this situation as stimulating as she was.

Ted looked at her eagerly. She suspected that if she hesitated too long ,the eagerness would transition into restlessness and finally to impatience. There was something about him that she didn't want to disappoint. So she continued.

The sweater was the first thing to go. As she pulled it off, she paused for an instant as it blocked her face. Pulling it over her head felt like the final movement that determined everything that would happen next. She could turn back now, move it back down her chest, and walk out. Or she could pull it off and submit herself fully to the experience. She just had an intuition that there was no in-between. His pull was that strong.

She pulled the sweater over her head and held it in her hands awkwardly.

"Place it on the couch." She folded it neatly and placed in on the couch's edge.

"Now what?" She looked at Ted expectantly. She noticed Gus was doing the same.

"Now you relax and let Gus take your picture. Uncross your arms and let us see you."

"OK, sorry." She was incredibly nervous but she focused on simply following his instruction. "I told you this bra was ugly."

"The bra is fine, Vanessa. Now let me see it." She heard the first click from Gus' camera and felt goosebumps from the sensation of knowing this experience was going to be captured permanently.

She placed her hands at her sides and was careful to pull her shoulders back to present her best self. His eyes looked her over. Up and down. Up again, lingering at her bra.

"Good, Vanessa." She felt her face go flush at his encouragement. "You have a beautiful body."

She placed her hand on her stomach, self-consciously. "I don't know about that. Some days, it's OK, I guess." She knew immediately he wouldn't like that answer.

His face grew stern. "Vanessa, I'm not here to argue. I paid handsomely for you because I find you gorgeous. Gus finds you gorgeous." Gus poked his head out from behind the camera and smiled sheepishly. "I don't want to hear you disagree with that again. Do you understand?" His voice was calm but it was clear he was a little peeved at her.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Vanessa. Just don't do it again."

She nodded her affirmation. "Now, can you unbutton your pants for me?"

She unbuttoned her jeans. "Just undo them? Like this?" she asked.

"Yes. Just like that. For now. Gus, get some shots of that." Her panties were just barely peeking through her jeans. She looked down aghast at how positively boring her panties were. Just white cotton. No man could find these attractive.

"Good," he continued. "Now, unzip those all the way and show a little more of them. Yes, like that."

What do you know? He didn't seem to mind these natty undergarments one bit. She liked that she seemed to be pleasing him.

"Tease us with those jeans. Pull them down on your hips."

"I can't really. They're really tight. . ." She tugged at the jeans but they didn't move much. Putting them on was a process. So was getting them off.

"Yes, you can, Vanessa. You're doing fine." Ted was watching her intently, arms crossed over his chest signaling that he was getting impatient.

"I'm just not sure what I should do." She was getting nervous again. She didn't know what he wanted, what it meant to tease.

"Vanessa, I want you to go over to the couch. I want you to bend over and slowly slide those jeans down so we can take some pics of your beautiful ass. What kind of panties are those?"

"These? They're just cotton bikini style. Normally, I . . ."

"Good. Now, go over to the couch and do as I said."

She went over to the couch and looked back at him. Putting her hands on the top of the couch, she crouched over and looked back at him for guidance. He stared back.

That was obviously a sign to continue. She slowly peeled the pants down and looked back at him for encouragement. The sound of Gus' camera clicked with excitement. She raised her eyebrows at Ted in a "good?" gesture. Ted said nothing. He merely nodded.

She kept sliding them down slowly, unsure of when to stop. She kept going. She didn't stop. Not until her pants were at her ankles and her entire ass was showing.

"Take them off?" she turned and asked Ted. She nearly tripped over them as she did so.

"Yes."

She sat down to remove her shoes and her pants, looking at Ted and Gus for any signs of how this was going. Gus' head was buried behind the camera, snapping picture after picture of her every movement. Ted watched her, one hand rubbing his chin as if he were deep in thought.

Finally, he spoke again. "Vanessa, do you know what doggie style is?"

She felt her cheeks grow flush, not knowing why he was asking. She nodded shyly.

"Good. I want you to lean against the couch in doggie style. Put your face down low so we can get a nice view of your round ass."

Moving slowly, she stood up and leaned forward into the couch. She looked back at Ted for guidance before placing her head low against the cushions. She held it there and looked straight ahead of her

Oh, yes, she knew doggie style. Not as well as she'd like to, to be honest. It seemed so dirty to not be able to look your lover in the eyes as he took you from behind. It felt good - - ok it felt great - - but she always thought the position not very ladylike. Like most things she found pleasurable but dirty, it usually took her a few drinks to be convinced to do it.

She wished she could be wilder, to give in to her basest impulses. Those girls that could be honest with their boyfriends - - and themselves - - about what they liked. Those girls that didn't even need him to be their boyfriend in order to be with him. She didn't judge those girls. She admired them. She wanted to be like them. But, no, she couldn't be like that. She just wasn't that kind of girl. Even if she wanted to be.

She thought of this all while assuming the position for the men. Her favorite position in the world, if truth be known.

As Gus continued taking pictures quietly, she felt Ted watching her. Then, she heard him watching her, walking around to get the best angle. She no longer felt shy about an ass she found too flat. All that mattered was that Ted called it round. Ted was enjoying it. And, thanks to that, so was she.