"Alex, not there," she said, voice trembling with embarrassment and maybe fear. Her cheeks were flaming red now, eyes wide and glassy.
"I'm sorry." I froze instantly, hand pulling back. I said quickly, guilt flooding me as realised I crossed the line as she only said to touch her breasts.
She picked up a shirt from the bed and stood up slowly. I stayed sitting on the edge of the mattress, regret heavy in my chest, hands gripping my knees so tight my knuckles turned white.
I watched her button the shirt up one by one, fingers trembling slightly, her cheeks still flushed from everything that had just happened. I stood up too, moving to stand in front of her.
"Don't say that." she said quietly, eyes fixed on the floor.
"I didn't mean it like that. I was just... surprised a little." Her voice was small, sorry, almost fragile.
I swallowed hard. I shouldn't have rushed. I should have taken it slow, waited for her to feel ready, not pushed past what she was comfortable with. Guilt twisted deeper in my stomach.
"Alex, I really love you, You will never leave me right?" she whispered suddenly, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around me out of nowhere. She clung tight, pressing her body against mine. Her breasts were braless under the thin shirt, soft and warm, flattening warmly against my chest. Her stiff nipples poked through the fabric, dragging across me with every quick breath she took. The contact sent fresh heat rushing through me, my cock stirring again despite the shame still burning inside.
"What are you saying? I could never think of leaving you." The thought alone made my heart race with panic. I hugged her back, arms wrapping around her tightly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
"No matter what happens?" she asked, voice muffled against my shoulder as she squeezed me even harder.
"No matter what happens, I will always love you," I promised, holding her like I was afraid she might disappear. Her body felt so soft and tender against mine, curves molding perfectly to me, the warmth of her skin seeping through my shirt. I could feel every rise and fall of her chest, every small tremble in her frame.
We stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet room. Then she pulled back just enough to look up at me. Her eyes were soft, shimmering a little, and she gave me that smile—the one that had always calmed me since we were kids. The one I fell in love with all over again every time I saw it.
"I was thinking..." she said slowly, placing her hand on my chest. Her fingers traced small, gentle circles over my shirt, eyes dropping to where she touched.
"Maybe we shouldn't wait until graduation." I didn't understand at first. My mind was still foggy from the hug, from the feel of her body against mine. Then it clicked.
She meant sex.
My breath caught. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She'd always been so firm about waiting, back when we first started dating, she'd made me promise we wouldn't do it until the university. She wanted us to get into the same university, to build something solid first, to stay together forever. I'd agreed, even though the wait was torture, because anything for her. I'd never pushed, never complained. It was her rule, and I respected it.
Now she was saying this.
I stared at her, mouth open, words stuck in my throat. Joy and disbelief crashed through me all at once.
"Don't say anything." She saw my reaction and smiled wider, a little flirty edge to it now. She pressed her finger gently to my lips before I could speak.
"Just wait for the next time we go on a date." She whispered, eyes sparkling
I kept my mouth shut, burying the wild excitement bubbling inside me. My heart was still racing from her touch, her breasts in my hands, the way she'd pulled me closer. It felt too good to be real, like I was dreaming and afraid to wake up.
Rose turned back to the bed, reaching for her pajama pants. As she bent slightly, her big, bubbly ass came into full view. The red lace panties hugged her cheeks tightly, the thin straps digging into her soft skin. Her ass jiggled lightly with the movement—full, round, and impossibly perky for how thick it was. But then I noticed something off.
Her ass cheeks were red. Not just flushed, but marked with a faint, even redness across both sides. The color stood out sharply against her pale skin.
I frowned, staring. 'Why is her skin red there?'
Just as the question formed in my head, Rose seemed to realize I was looking. She straightened up quickly, turning around to face me with the pajama pants clutched in front of her like a shield. Her cheeks flushed, eyes wide with embarrassment.
"You should go now, or Mom will get suspicious." she said softly, voice trembling a little.
"Yeah... I should leave," I managed, forcing a small chuckle. I took one last look at her standing there half-naked, breasts still bare under the open shirt, nipples stiff and pink, thighs pressed together shyly. The image burned into my mind. Then I turned and walked out.
I left her house feeling a rush of joy. She'd said to wait for our next date. The only thing in my mind now was the excitement of that—imagining what it would be like, finally, after all this waiting. My cock was still half-hard just thinking about it, the promise of her body, her touch, her saying yes.
But there was also an uneasiness I couldn't ignore, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. That faint, strange smell in her room. The redness on her ass.
I walked slowly and made my way towards the cafe to meet Shawn, hands in my pockets, the joy and doubt fighting inside me the whole way.
To be continued…
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