Marylise.No, this is not right, it shouldn't be happening and, above all, it's not right. He shouldn't propose something like that to me if he knows perfectly well that it's illegal and forbidden. It is not something you can say to anyone and expect them to react as if they were normal; obviously it is not.No one had ever said all that to me before, no one had touched and kissed me the way he did yesterday. This scares me, it scares me too much, I'm afraid of what might happen, I'm afraid of what might happen to me.If I refuse your proposal, will you do something to me? Could he be able to, uh, abuse me or something?I don't want to think of him that way, but I can't help it, not when he made it clear to me he wouldn't take no for an answer So does this mean that if I tell him he won't make me do something I don't want to do?No, I don't want to. I don't want him to hurt me.I'm so scared.~*~It's six o'clock in the morning, I know because the alarm goes off and wakes me up.I cou
Finally, Harry turns around and heads towards the car. I can see his expression and I don't like it at all. I just hope you don't pay too much attention to what just happened and let's just go, though I think it's hard.He gets in the car, turns it on, starts it up, gets out of there quickly.Several minutes have already passed, quiet and uncomfortable minutes. I'm waiting for him to say or do something, but it's okay, he just drives. He's sunk in his thoughts and I just want to know what intrigues him so much at the moment, but I don't dare to break the silence that has settled in the room, I don't want whatever he's going to say to be the last straw that spills the glass. I'd rather avoid it.The car stops at a red light and I notice how he relaxes his body that has remained tense since he entered, but still remains silent.This is too awkward, I want us to get there, I want to tell him this is over, I want to be home and forget everything."You were going to tell him everything, we
MaryliseI don't know if this is okay, but I have no choice. He didn't give me a choice.I open my mouth to speak, but I prefer to nod. I notice how a slight smile appears in her mouth as she says—: "I promise you won't regret it, little girl"I'm already regretting it.I shouldn't have said yes, I should have told someone in the first place, but I didn't, I was afraid he'd do something to me if he did. I was afraid of everything, even myself for feeling what I felt.What if I feel it again? What if I like what he's going to do to me? So, do I have to go through with this? I don't. . . I don't want to feel this, I don't want him to touch me, I don't want anything to do with him, or. . . It's a very strange feeling, not wanting it, but wanting it at the same time.Even if you don't want to accept it, you felt good about what you did yesterday, will you do the same to me again? If I liked yesterday, it's very likely that I'll like today too. I'm afraid of what I might feel because I kno
"You smell so good" He murmurs against my skin causing me chills. He returning to my neck to kiss it as he slips my shirt over my arms.This scares me even more.His wet kisses began to descend from my neck to my clavicle, while his hands were still clinging to my hips, but still I kept thinking about what he said a few seconds ago; it was so strange, I want to know what he meant by that.Suddenly he separates from me a few centimeters and his caresses give way, letting me breathe. He watches me closely from head to toe and I couldn't feel more uncomfortable.A small growl comes out of his mouth before he chews a—: I like you... so much.Does he likes me? So he wasn't disappointed in what he saw, he liked it, but I shouldn't be happy about it. It's not something I should feel good about. It was much better not to like him, so he would leave me alone because I don't think he wants to mess with someone he doesn't like, do I?. . . So, is it good or bad? It feels good to say that, but I d
"Marylise. . ." he insists. "Answer, yes or no, it's easy"I answer with my head in affirmation, only because I don't trust my words. A playful smile appears on his lips, causing me to regret my decision a little."Tell me what you want""I want. . . " I breathe a sigh to try to control my inner tremor. "I want you to keep going""With what?""Eh. . . , with this""With this, what?""I want you to go on" I repeat."You want me to go on with what?""Please?" I said more like a question than an answer, because I don't really know what he wants me to say."Please what?"My frown frowns at the confusion it causes me. Why does he question everything I say? What does he really wants to hear? I don't understand it."Keep up what you were doing" I mean, in an agitated murmur, taking his hand and leading it into my private part, in an act of courage.His playful smile gives way to a funny laugh at my action, causing him to move his hand away quickly and I feel my face burn. He's having fun put
MaryliseMy eyes are too heavy and I feel like my head will explode at any moment. I'm too sleepy. I couldn't sleep last night. Thinking about what happened yesterday has wreaked havoc on me. I wish I could forget it for a moment, but every time I try, the memories come to me and hit me hard.To remember what I felt when he was touching me, to go over in my mind the pleasant feeling I experienced yesterday, it's so. . ."What do you think of this, Marylise?" The teacher's voice pulls me out of my ponderings.I leap at hearing my name and quickly lift my head off the table from my seat. I look at the teacher and she gives me a look of few friends."Excuse me?" I mean, trying to get her to repeat her question."I ask you, what do you think about what I have just said. . . " She repeats, with a challenging voice and look. I swallow hard as I look around and notice that all the gaze of my peers is on me.I haven't heard a word she has said since I entered her class. I've been so distracte
About 15 minutes later, we arrived at his house.After I had removed his hand, he held it right above my knee, giving small, gentle strokes to my skin. I'd rather his hand be there a thousand times and not higher, that's something I can't stand very well.Why do I get all these feelings when he touches me? Why does he bring this on me every time he looks at me or says something I don't end up understanding?I shouldn't feel this, I shouldn't like it; but it does. And worst of all, I want to keep feeling it, I really do, even though I shouldn't.I don't want to get in trouble, and I don't want him to get in troubleWe broke into his house once we got out of the car.He closes the door behind me and then comes in front of me. There's a little smile on his lips when she looks at me, I swallow hard just to see it.My heart quickens once more when his hand reaches my shoulder. I thought he'd start touching me again, but he just slips the handles of my backpack to get it out. I breathe a si
From my mouth escapes a squeak that I silence instantly when he pulls from me with a rapture toward him."I know you want this as much as I do. . . " he whispers in my ear. His words are accompanied by actions, sliding his hand from my shoulder to my hips. "And I also know that you are driving me crazy and every day I wish you were mine more. . . " He says, kissing and nibbling my neck, making me feel thousands of pleasant sensations that I discovered I could feel just two days ago. "I want to have you, baby. . ."My back involuntarily arches and my eyes close to the feeling of his kisses and small bites on my neck. It feels so good. . . "I want to make you feel that you want so much. . . " I feel his hand coming down to the edge of my underwear, but I do nothing to stop it, "let me do it, okay?" he asks, in a murmur. "Just let me do it. . ."My eyes open like dishes and a gasp comes out of my mouth as he puts his hand inside my underwear. Why does he do that? Why. . . All thought