Page 123 of Filthy Beautiful
Then I slid my hands up her sides. I was about to get them on her tits for the first time when she said, “You’re the first guy who’s ever touched me.”
I went still.
“I mean, you know…reallytouched me.” She bit her lip a bit and stared at me.
I glanced down at her naked tits, all round and heavy and perfect. Her plump pink nipples, like a breath away from my thumbs.
And the rest of her… in her little panties—like some fucking fantasy.
“Touched you,” I repeated, dumbly, trying to make sense of what she was saying. “You mean, like… touched your pussy?”
“Yeah. I’ve, you know, made out with guys and stuff. But no one’s ever touched me there… naked.”
My hands dropped away. “How is that possible?”
“Well, at school—”
“Do not tell me about the girls’ school,” I pretty much groaned. The mere thought of her at her private girls’ school in the woods, in that fucking uniform I’d seen her wearing in pictures, cuddled up in bed with her girlfriends after lights out, teaching each other how to kiss…
Obviously, that’s how I pictured it.
Didn’t need her corroborating my fantasies. That was not gonna do either of us any good.
“There were no boys around…” she went on anyway.
“You’re fucking killing me.”
“There were like, four teenage boys who lived sort of nearby,” she said, kinda wrapping her arms over her naked breasts. “And some of the girls would sneak out to see them. Meet up with them in the woods and stuff. But… I don’t know. I didn’t like any of those guys. When they tried to touch me, I’d push them away.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, not liking these dudes myself.
“And then in the summer… I’d come back here, and sometimes you’d be here. And I’d hang around the pool instead of going out because I wanted to see you.”
Holy fuck. I was gonna die. My heart was gonna implode or something. My pulse rammed in my dick and I shifted uncomfortably.
If Courteney was seriously confessing to me, right here on her little white bed, that she’d been hot for me for years… I was gonna have a coronary or something if I didn’t fuck her.
But.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Duh. Are you really that stupid?”
Jesus. Was I? “Maybe?”
“You took off on me the other night, though. I was in your bed, and you took off.”
“Yeah… Uh, sorry about that.”
I wasn’t sorry about taking off. But I was sorry about making her feel shitty about it.
She wasn’t done, though. She looked pissed at me again, actually. “It freaked me out.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“You touched me. And then you stopped touching me. You took off and didn’t tell me why. Do you want me to think there’s something wrong with me or something?”
I sat back. What kind of loaded fucking chick question was that?
