I remember it was dark. She came into the room and the light from the hall illuminated her honey blonde hair. She reached down and grabbed my hand from the edge of the covers and pulled. She wrapped a second smooth hand around mine and pulled again.
"Mr Washington, I'm here to save you." I knew her voice. So young and fresh. She was almost twenty but had the naivety of a child. She was more than ready for love but had never known it.
She pulled insistently. She was strong for her size but her size was no match for mine. I started to shift as she leaned back.
I pulled and rolled and suddenly she fell back onto me. My other arm wrapped around her and I whispered harshly in her ear. "All you have to do is say stop."
She struggled against me but said nothing. I bit her ear and she fought harder. So innocent and tender. Why was she here. What did she want with an old man like me.
Her hands let go of mine and went for the hand and arm holding her close.
My newly freed hand went down to her waist and started on the belt securing her blue jeans. I bit her neck. I tasted salt. Was it sweat or blood? I didn't know or care. I started to suck.
She was pulling at my encircling hand while the other was starting to pull down her pants.
"I came to save you." She insisted.
My mouth let go of her neck. "Save me from what? You knew this would happen if you came here. You wanted me to want to do this."
My tongue probed her ear and my teeth locked down on her un-pierced earlobe. Even at twenty she seemed so young and fresh. He pants were down to her knees and her hands were still struggling with the arm around her torso.
I hooked my thumb into my pajama pants and my index finger into her full cotton panties. A quick pull and my rapidly hardening cock was nestled between her butt cheeks. She thrashed and tried to pull away.
I held her closer while my other than moved up. I slid under her plaid shirt and then the t-shirt and finally the tank top.
Her pelvis moved away from mine, my cock was missing the heat of her ass.