Hi there! Thanks for reading. This chapter is a follow-up to the first chapter in the story, so please read that first. All characters are 18 years or older. Comments are welcome!
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He reached out to me, his strong hand snaking under the blanket he'd thrown over me. I gasped as he made contact with the skin of my arm, but he ignored me and kept going. His fingers lightly teased their way down my abdomen to the hem of my shirt, sending tingles up my spine.
I suddenly felt ashamed of my body as his hands went under to make a slow ascent to my breasts. I wasn't fat, but my stomach was a little soft, not flat and toned like other girls my age who worked out. He said he'd been with other girls, and I worried I couldn't compare. I fought off the urge to bat his hand away, reminding myself that in a minute he wouldn't be touching my stomach anymore. The thought sent a jolt of electricity to my pussy.
My breathing was ragged and my heart was pounding as he finally reached my breasts. I'd never been touched there before, though I had been fantasizing about it for years. He roughly grabbed the left one, kneading it in his hands, and I was sure he would be able to feel my heart hammering away. I squirmed under his ministrations, not knowing what to make of the new sensation. I hissed as his thumb finally brushed against my nipple. It felt amazing. When he started pinching and rolling the little nub between his thumb and finger, I arched my back, thrusting my breast into his hand.
"You like that?" he asked, voice rough.
I could only nod my head, too wrapped up in sensation to speak. When he moved his hand to repeat the treatment on my right breast, I moaned softly.
He suddenly paused. "Hmm, I wonder," he muttered.
"What is it?" My voice was breathless. Why had he stopped? Was something wrong?
He moved closer to me and lifted the blanket to put his head underneath, yanking my shirt up as far as it would go, the movements so quick that I didn't have time to protest before his mouth closed over my left nipple. I yelped in surprise.
The hot wet cavern sucked on my nipple gently, his tongue flicked against the bud, bringing it to a hard peak. "Oh my God," I moaned. As he started pinching the right nipple with his fingers again, my hands flew to his head, buried by the blanket. The cloth was rough against my palms, adding to my sensory overload.
He continued suckling at my breast as he released my other one. I barely noticed he had stopped and had instead started moving his hand down to the hem of my tiny shorts.
Once I felt his fingertips start to graze over the top of my shaved mound, I finally panicked. My hands moved on their own, shoving his mouth off my nipple. "Wait!" I squeaked.
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I... I don't think I can do this," I whispered. Shame flowed through me. I felt like such a coward. I had friends who had already lost their virginities and my roommate was a huge slut, so why couldn't I even let him touch me without panicking? It was pathetic.
"Are you nervous?" he asked. His voice was still rough with lust, but it was also kind. His ability to understand how I was feeling was one of the reasons I liked him so much, and I felt grateful for it now.
"Yes," I said softly. "You know I've never done more than kiss someone before. I'm about as virginal as you can get." I giggled nervously, trying to make a joke out of the situation so he wouldn't know how embarrassed I was.
"I know," he said. "I wouldn't force you to do anything, but I thought you liked what I was doing."
"I did," I insisted.
"Do you want to try again? We don't have to go any farther tonight if you don't want to, and you can stop me anytime." He looked seriously into my eyes, and I knew he meant every word.
I took a deep, shaky breath, before responding, "Yes. I want to try again."
