Just another reason

Time to set the scene once again.

Girl meets boy well actually girl meets man…..

He says all the right things, it’s like he knew, what type of girl she was, the things he could do to her. The girl with the scarlet letter.

Of course she accepted the invitation to spend the night with him, why wouldn’t she he told her she was pretty, and of course she would like a drink preferably something that might make it a little bit easier for him.

“Wouldn’t you be much more comfortable sleeping in just one of my tshirts, let me help you”

She accepts because she had a little to much to drink and he is being so kind so gentle. She doesn’t stop him when he takes her shirt off and unfastens her bra. Holds her arms up us he helps her into one of his old college t shirts, she lifts her hips as he pulls her pants off.

The rest of the night is a blur almost like a dream you know where you can only remember bits and pieces. Hands sliding up your shirt, groping your chest comforting words being spoken “shhh it’s ok” your shirt being lifted as you are slowly repositioned. Now you’re laying on your back staring at the ceiling, your thighs parted and your panties pulled to the side, the warm breath on your core and then his tongue, you try to protest but it’s almost like you have forgotten how to speak, your eyes close again as he continues to taste you.

Your eyes flutter open but now you’re fully exposed nothing on when did that happen? You hear him unbuckle his belt, you say nothing closing your eyes once again just like you did back then on that hot summer night. He slides in and all you can focus on is the way he breathes fast and heavy as he thrusts into you over and over again. He takes what he wants and you let him.