[A normal person would probably feel bad for insulting him with her comment of him living under a rock, but she didn't. She just didn't feel there was a reason to. What was she supposed to do? Apologize? It wasn't like she'd actually insulted him and even then, if she did, then he would have deserved it.] I didn't say there was something wrong with you! [She protested firmly. She hadn't. All she'd said was that where she came from, things were different.]
So you were home schooled! Oh that makes sense. [She wasn't trying to make him feel better. It was just that it did make sense. If someone was home schooling him, then they simply had left out the health and sex ed part, which was probably more common than people would admit. It was almost a relief that he wasn't religious. She had very little respect for other people, but she still wouldn't purposely try to coerce them into doing something they'd regret later. She had been coerced enough personally in her life that had nothing to do with beliefs or religion to purposely do that to someone else.
She was relieved when he finally agreed. Well, it wasn't that he was protesting before. It was more of an overt agreement and permission. At the same time the permission sent a new wave of lust and excitement through her body. She was better at concealing the internal struggle than he was, for obvious reasons, but her breathing was still starting to come out faster, her body felt hot and sweaty without any reason, and her mind barely strayed from something sexual for longer than moment. To say she was one-track minded was a bit of an understatement, honestly.
Since he didn't say anything more or ask her what she was doing exactly, she felt no need to tell him. Once she got his pants open, she slowly took hold of him and began to stroke him in long, slow strokes. It was almost killing her to be slow and deliberate, rather than just stroke him quickly with the urgency that she felt within her own body for release. Or something. When he ducked his head lower so she couldn't see his face at all, she tried not to think it meant more than that he was just doing that. All he had to do was say one other one syllable word and she'd stop. All he had to do was say "no" and she'd moved away. She would!
A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her mouth, surprising herself, when his hands brushed her breasts through her clothing on the way to grab her waist. The accidental touch did nothing more than to send a surge of lust and neediness through her.]
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So you were home schooled! Oh that makes sense. [She wasn't trying to make him feel better. It was just that it did make sense. If someone was home schooling him, then they simply had left out the health and sex ed part, which was probably more common than people would admit. It was almost a relief that he wasn't religious. She had very little respect for other people, but she still wouldn't purposely try to coerce them into doing something they'd regret later. She had been coerced enough personally in her life that had nothing to do with beliefs or religion to purposely do that to someone else.
She was relieved when he finally agreed. Well, it wasn't that he was protesting before. It was more of an overt agreement and permission. At the same time the permission sent a new wave of lust and excitement through her body. She was better at concealing the internal struggle than he was, for obvious reasons, but her breathing was still starting to come out faster, her body felt hot and sweaty without any reason, and her mind barely strayed from something sexual for longer than moment. To say she was one-track minded was a bit of an understatement, honestly.
Since he didn't say anything more or ask her what she was doing exactly, she felt no need to tell him. Once she got his pants open, she slowly took hold of him and began to stroke him in long, slow strokes. It was almost killing her to be slow and deliberate, rather than just stroke him quickly with the urgency that she felt within her own body for release. Or something. When he ducked his head lower so she couldn't see his face at all, she tried not to think it meant more than that he was just doing that. All he had to do was say one other one syllable word and she'd stop. All he had to do was say "no" and she'd moved away. She would!
A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her mouth, surprising herself, when his hands brushed her breasts through her clothing on the way to grab her waist. The accidental touch did nothing more than to send a surge of lust and neediness through her.]