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Your beautiful the way you are (John Smut)

Summary- John's girlfriend doesn't want him to see her naked, for she is extremely self conscious. John doesn't see why she is so embarrassed.

Era- 1965 John
—Johns POV—

I sat on the sofa, examining the girl I loved dearly. Her perfect auburn hair was tied back into a messy bun, the way I liked it. She sported some baggy wrinkled sweatpants and one of my loose shirts. Her nose was stuck in a book, Moby Dick.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her but, she never let me. I always asked if she was a virgin, she said she wasn't then she would just walk away. Once she would come back I had to act like the whole conversation never happened. It would seem awkward, but it never was. I am not kidding when I said she acts as if it would never happen.

I never wanted to push her into anything, I just want her to know how she makes me feel. I couldn't help but look at her without feeling turned on. Her chubby cheeks, yet somehow defined jawline. Her upturned hazel eyes, or her satiny lips. 

She had this ring of copper around her pupils which I just found so stunning. It was something you'd only see out of a movie.

Her head was still glued into her book, never once looking up to glance at me, or anything. She just sat there, curled up with the throw blanket tossed on her.

An all to familiar feeling began to creep in.

"Raquel I think I'm going ta' go kip," She nods to me, not even taking a little look at me.

Step-by-step I make my way over to our bedroom. But once I'm past the hallway, I rush in.

I leaped onto our bed, immediately shedding my jeans off. I tugged hard on my black boxers and flipped them off my feet.

I slowly began pumping myself, thoughts of Raquel filling my mind. My hand began going faster, the sound echoing throughout our room.

I imagined biting her inner thighs, licking her core. My mind raced with thoughts of her moaning my name loudly, for the whole neighborhood to hear. Fantasies of me playing smooth jazz, while tracing her curves. I yearned to be inside her, giving her passionate bites along her neck. Slowly rubbing her aching core-that was wet due to me.

"Ah yes Raquel yes yes yes!"

I grunt lowly. My back begins to sink into the pillows the more I drift into my dreams.

"Raquel," I moaned out, using both hands now. I was twisting my right, while continuously pumping with my left.

I could tell my end was near. My hands increasing their speed by ten.

If Raquel only knew what she does to me.

"Erm John,"

My eyes instantly opened, and my body sat straight up. There was Raquel standing between the doorway, giving me a shy toothy smile.

"Do I really make you feel like that?" She becomes flushed.

"Yeah, ye really do,"

I admit with a smile. She timidly starts picking at her fingernails, struggling to not keep eye contact with me.

My legs carry me off of our bed. I can see her shaking nervously the closer I get to her.

My hand finds its way to her shoulder, delicately rubbing it.

"Love what's wrong?" I furrow my brows, scared for what she has to rely with.