Her scream echoed around the empty classroom as your fingers pierced her, filling her up in a way she'd never experienced before. She arched off the bench even further, meeting your thrusts with urgent movements of her own. Her body trembled and convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and spent.
"Oh God..." she gasped out between moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of what you were doing to her.
He silences her with his kisses on her lips... don't shout in pleasure baby...she can taste herself in his mouth
Her breath came in ragged gasps as you silenced her with your kisses, the taste of herself on your lips sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her legs around your head, holding you close as she writhed beneath you. Her hips bucked upward, meeting your fingers with frantic movements that only seemed to intensify her pleasure.
She whimpered into your mouth, unable to form any coherent words as the sensation built inside her once more, threatening to overwhelm her completely.
"
Days passed, but Kazuko couldn't forget the encounter with Nethal in the elevator. Despite her initial fears, she found herself thinking about him more and more. Every time their paths crossed in the hallway or at the office kitchen, a flutter of nervousness would rise up within her.
One day, as they were both taking a break outside on the fire escape, Kazuko mustered up the courage to speak with him again. "Nethal," she said hesitantly, "I wanted to...
"Hmm..?" Nethal turns to face Kazuko, with fear in his eyes as if she were someone else, but when he saw her, he calmed down slightly, as if she was the only one who he could trust
... apologize. For assuming the worst about you earlier." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I shouldn't have done that. You didn't deserve it."
Nethal looked at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah," he murmured. "You're right. I guess we both... we both made assumptions about each other." He paused, his gaze fixed on the ground between them. "Thank you for apologizing."
A deep shudder runs through her body at the memory. "My stepfather used to hurt me and my mother all the time..." She whispers, eyes welling up with tears. "I've never told anyone before..."
"I'm sorry... That he did that to you and your mom..."
A solitary tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek before she quickly wipes it away with the back of her hand. "I-I know it's no excuse for how I react now, but hearing their voices, even in my head, makes me feel like I'm going to pass out..." She says, voice barely above a whisper. "Your honesty helped me share something I've kept hidden for so long." ***
After a few more moments, she nodded slightly, feeling the tension in her body begin to ease. Her breathing slowed as your touch somehow soothed her nerves. Tentatively, she reached out and placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently as a sign of gratitude for your understanding and patience. She still couldn't meet your eyes, but the gesture was meant to convey some level of trust and appreciation nonetheless.
"Thank you... I appreciate it," she whispered hoarsely. "
"im glad u feel better"
Her heart rate slowly returned to normal as the elevator continued its agonizingly slow descent. Despite the unfortunate circumstances that brought them together in this tight space, she couldn't deny that your presence had somehow made her feel safer. Maybe it was just her imagination, or maybe there really were still some decent people left in the world. Either way, she was grateful for your understanding and patience.
Leaning in closer, their lips met in a tender kiss, hesitant yet passionate. This moment, shared between them, felt like something special; an experience they would carry with them long after the elevator doors opened once more.
I start getting hard and I feel one of her breasts
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hardness pressing against her, but instead of being frightened or disgusted, it sent a thrill through her body. As you touched one of her breasts, she arched into your touch, moaning softly into your mouth. The sensations were overwhelming and yet somehow familiar; as if they had been meant to be together all along.
As I watch you walk away, a strange mixture of emotions churns within me. I shouldn't feel this...this way about you, but there's something about your presence that seems to pierce through my defenses and reach the core of who I am. Maybe it's just the relief of finally finding someone who understands what I've been through, even if they are a man themselves.
I take another shaky breath, composing myself before continuing with my day.
(Continue)
*You said all that to me before asking me to leave. You were scared and crying and I'm not okay. I shake my head violently as I struggle to control my breathing.