“I know, Chris,” I whispered, looking out of my bedroom window.
Chris slipped his hand underneath my shirt and start to rub my chest with his smooth warm hand. I could feel my skin heat up. I wanted him to keep touching me all over. “Only me,” Chris whispered. “I only want you to be with me, B. Nobody else.” Chris pulled my shirt over my head. He unbuckled my jeans and lowered them a little. His hand dug inside of my jeans and found my hardening dick.
“There is nobody else,” I told him. Not anymore. I relaxed as Chris continued to run his hands all over my body. He took off my pants so that I was completely naked. He pulled off his jeans as well so that we were both naked, and I felt his massive dick poking against the crack of my ass. My dick was really hard; I wanted him to fuck me, but at the same time I didn’t. “Don’t stick it in,” I told him softly. “I just want to lay here with you until I go to sleep.” I just wanted to be quiet and not talk. I wanted to surrounded by silence and feel the warmth of Chris’ touch. Above all, I wanted things to be simple. But that wasn’t possible. Nothing could ever be simple. “…Chris?”
“What?” he asked licking the back of my neck.
I wanted to ask Chris if it was possible one day that he might love me, if one day would I be really important to him. But I didn’t have the balls to ask him. And when I really thought about it, I didn’t want to know the answer tonight. “Never mind,” I said. “Some other time.” In my head I thought: Maybe.