Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice Guys Finish Last Ch. 6

"What's gotten into you?" Paul asked with wonder, as his girlfriend began kissing his neck and stroking her small hand over the crotch of his underwear.

She had been trying to entice him all throughout the movie as well, but he had showed little interest in her amorous intentions.

"I missed you," she purred, giving his flaccid cock a gentle squeeze through his boxers.

Lena was unused to being the aggressor when it came to sex, but she was beginning to feel that it would be the only way to get her boyfriend's engine running.

"All day...," she continued, kissing his ear as she whispered seductively. "...I've been thinking about what I want you to do to me."

"Really?" he asked, taken off guard by his girlfriend's uncharacteristic behaviour. "A...and what do you want me to do to you?"

"Mmmm," she purred as she felt him growing hard under her hand. "Anything you want."

A few seconds later, Lena was on her back with Paul lying atop her tiny body with his dick buried snugly within her tight little pussy. She had hoped that he would have chosen something a little more adventurous, but he had opted for their usually missionary position. She was craving him to take control and use her in the same manner that Todd had, but he remained soft and gentle, his hips rising and falling between her legs as she lay under him.

Lena clawed at his back and grasped his ass in an attempt at urging him to go harder, but to her dismay he maintained his easy, monotonous pace. Then she remembered what Todd had asked...no, told her to do the night before. Putting her hand to her mouth, she sucked one of her fingers before reaching down to his ass.

"Whoa!" Paul blurted out, tensing his entire body as he felt his girlfriend's finger delving between his cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"You'll like it," she said softly, trying to calm him down as she continued to probe.

"I...don't think so," he stated adamantly, reaching back to brush her hand away.

Lena hid her disappointment, but remained resolute as Paul resumed fucking her with slow, careful strokes. She then decided to try something else.

"You can go harder," she suggested. "I want you to be...bad to me."

"Huh?" Paul asked with confusion as he looked down into his girlfriend's face.

"Like...,"she began, her face growing red as she searched for the words to say. "...rough. Try holding my arms down while you fuck me."

Paul complied, pinning Lena's small arms above her head as he resumed with slow pumps of his hips.

"And...call me names," she suggested, closing her eyes as her mind wandered.

"Names? What kind of names?"

"Like...slut...or whore,"

Paul stopped all movement and Lena opened her eyes in confusion to see him looking down at her with a puzzled expression.

"Ummm, this is feeling kind of weird," he said, his brow furrowing with obvious disinterest.

"Oh...okay," she answered back, her spirits dampened by his lack of enthusiasm. "Just...do it normal I guess."

"Actually...," he said, lifting himself up on his arms. "I'm really pretty tired. Do you mind if we just go to bed?"

Lena was shocked. She had given her boyfriend free reign to do whatever he wanted to her, and he wanted to sleep? She was disappointed. She was frustrated. She was even a little angry.

"Fine," she said curtly, trying to keep her anger buried deep down inside.

Paul leaned down and gave her a friendly peck on the lips before rolling over and closing his eyes with apparent contentment. Lena's eyes fixed on the darkened ceiling as she processed what had just occurred.

Not only was she not tired, but she was horny as hell. She wanted to be taken. She wanted to be ravished. She wanted to be used.

And she knew just where to go.

"Hey babe," she said quietly, gently shaking Paul from his state of partial slumber. "I'm still wide awake. I think I'm going to go home and sleep in my own bed. I just can't fall asleep here."

"Okay," he returned with a yawn, not even opening his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lena slipped out of the bed and began to gather up her things before she realised that she could just pick them up tomorrow. She slipped on a pair of little blue shorts and a white tank top, tied her tangled hair into a pony tail, grabbed her purse and slipped out the door. Her heart began to race as she stepped out into the hallway.

There was no turning back now. She had an itch, and there was only one way to get it scratched.

She stopped at Todd's apartment and held her ear to the door, listening for any sound that might indicate the presence of company. All she could hear though was the faint sound of the TV. She raised her hand and rapped lightly at the hard wood. She held her breath and even considered running away as she waited there in the hallway. Then, the door opened.

"Hello?" Todd greeted with a surprised look on his face, standing in the doorway dressed only in a pair of baggy, camouflage shorts.

Before he could say another word, Lena held her finger to her lips and stepped inside. As the door closed behind them, she turned to face him, staring up through her dark rimmed glasses.

"What do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, scanning her body with his eyes as he stood over her.

"I...I...was...," she stuttered, struggling to put her thoughts into words.

"Oh, I think I know why you're here," Todd said suddenly as his usual cocky grin made its first appearance.

Lena blushed, suddenly feeling extremely shy.

"You want me to fuck you again don't you?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip as he continued to study her with satisfaction.

"And why should I?" he asked, placing his hands behind his back as he smiled down at her.

"I...I'll...do anything...you want," she suggested truthfully, feeling like a school girl with a crush as he watched her discomfort.

"Anything?"

Again Lena nodded.

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