The One For Her

The One For Her ~ 5

I carried her towards her bedroom, still passed out in my arms. Quite angry with her when I discovered she didn't lock her front door. When she wakes up, I would give her some lashing of my tongue.

I turned her lights on, gently laid her on her bed, removing my suit that I donned on her and placing it on the foot of her bed. Her room was filled with pink colored decorations. I remember in high school she loved to wear pink ponytails and pink shirts.

She frowned and moved slightly, she must felt uncomfortable with her tight gown on. I noticed a slight sweat occupying her forehead.

I sighed and stood up, turned the air condition on. Fighting with myself if I would leave her alone or not.

The cold air from the air condition didn't help to calm down my horny state. Watching her trashing on her bed, wasn't helping at all, too.

I turned around and watched her.

Fuck! I forgot to remove her shoes.

I walked over and sat beside her. I slowly removed the strap of her heels. Savouring her soft sole on my palm. Closing my eyes tightly as I slowly move my right hand upward towards her calf, her smooth leg and her silkened inner thigh. My palm became sweaty. I felt beads of sweat starting to form on my forehead.

Good Lord! This isn't happening.

'"Fuck Alex! Get a grip of yourself! You're not a young boy in his puberty anymore!", I said aloud to myself, but my hand still remained on her inner thigh.

Then from afar I heard her slight sob. I opened my eyes and stared at her. Thinking she must have woken up but still she was asleep. A tear fell from the corner of her eye. She was crying in her sleep.

It felt like a iced cold water was dumped on me. She was in a lot of pain and here I was, thinking about ravishing her. I watched her intently, her pain became my pain. Right now, I wished Lloyd was here so I could wring his neck for hurting her.

"But what can I do? If I let you have him, what will happen to me? What about me?", in a whispered voice, I asked her still form.

Frowning, helpless but hopeful, I caressed her face and wiped her tear and sweaty forehead with my hand.

"I promise you, you'll never love him the way you'll love me, Clarissa. You're mine and always will be", I vowed.

She sighed in her sleep, getting comfortable.
I smiled.

What a predicament I'm in?
Here I am, a man being chased by hundreds of women, but running after a woman who doesn't even give a damn of my existence.

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. It was time to undress her. I couldn't let her sleep this way, could I?

Slowly I unzipped her dress, my eyes came in contact with the top of her breasts.

Fuck! This is torture!

I swallowed and hurriedly took off her clothes. Trying to avert my eyes.

Her skimpy lacey white underwear doesn't hide much of her private parts.

God! Those hips want to make me neigh like a horse.

I stood up and opened her closet. Saw some nighties but no I couldn't don that on her so I took her silk pyjamas instead. I assisted her to wear the top first. Got to hide those pink topped titties of hers. Her small little nubbin were hard but I resisted the temptation to caress them. My cock was disappointed when they were covered at last. Then came the most crucial part, her pyjama bottom.