Chelsea

uncanny situation

Suddenly he stopped. Upon opening her eyes she saw him taking his own shirt off. This had gotten really intense really fast.

His eyes were fixed upon her own, rendering her immobile. Brent tossed his shirt aside and moved closer to her, keeping his eyes on her reactions as he glided his hands across her breasts. He watched her chest heave as her breath became heavier.

Brent pressed his lips to her ear. «Its okay to touch me back.» He kissed her neck and made his way to her breasts. Kissing, sucking, and licking. This felt even better than she had imagined. She could no longer help herself and placed her hands on his modestly muscular back, encouraging him to continue.

«Oh, god,» she whimpered involuntarily.

«I told you that you wanted it,» he said, meeting her eyes again. «And I think I know what else you want.» Brent placed his hands on her knees and moved them up under her dress to her hips.

«No. No. You cant. I cant go any further. Please!» she exclaimed.

«Chelsea, Chelsea, you're acting like a virgin, baby. Im not going to hurt you.» For some reason, she didn't want to tell him that she was a virgin. «How about a compromise? Ill ask your body what it wants. If it doesn't want me, Ill stop. Deal?» Confused as she was, she nodded in compliance. She felt his hand at her crotch, touching her at her most private of parts. She felt his fingers pull her panties aside and touch her where she touched herself that morning. Except it felt so much better when he did it. «Chelsea, you are so fucking wet, baby,» he said in a husky and lustful voice. She trembled with fear and embarrassment. «You know what that means?» He picked her up in his arms and carried her off into his bedroom.

«What are you doing?» she yelled.

Lying her down, he stroked her hair before he removed her shoes. «Take off your dress, Chelsea.»

«I cant,» she said, nearly sobbing. Why wasn't she doing more to stop him? Without a moments hesitations Brent grabbed hold of her dress and slipped it down her legs and dropped it on the floor. Chelsea laid there on his bed in nothing but a pair of black bikini panties. Her legs twisted, trying to hide her nakedness in vain.

She felt him lay next to her, cradling her, spooning her in his arms, stroking the length of her body. «Why are you trembling?»

«Im scared,» she managed to say without bursting into tears.

«Chelsea, why are you scared? Dont you trust me? Dont you know that I will take good care of you? Dont you know that I would never hurt you? I just want to make you feel good.»