Quý Cô Khó Gần Novels & Stories

Maybe I just need to force myself. I grab the remote with shaking hands and turn on the TV. I load up a p**n website, my stomach twisting with anxiety. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. I click on a video with two women, staring hard at the screen, desperately trying to will my mind to find it arousing, to make my cock react the way it should. It stays completely soft. Okay. Woman on woman was a bust.

“We did make a deal, didn’t we?” Ah. There it was. “You’re bothered,” I said quietly. “Am I?” “Yes.” Her eyes flashed, brief but undeniable. “The only reason you were able to get close to him,” she said, her voice losing its honeyed edge, “is because you share the same space. Proximity is powerful.” “And you think that’s all it is?” I asked. “I think,” she continued smoothly, “that if he hadn’t been placed beside you night after night, things would be… different.”

I asked soft. “I do not know. That is what is hard.” She looked at me. Confusion in her eyes. “Why does being near him feel so right? Why do I feel pulled to him, but not like love?” “Maybe strong friend feeling.” “Maybe.” But she did not sound sure. I pulled her close again. She needed a hug now. “Whatever it is,” I said, “we will find out together. No doing things alone.” “Together,” she said and got calm against me.

Not from the stress but from the stifling sensation the weight of all between us causes. I stride toward her; she remains still. Her stance is stiff as if she were bracing for something or perhaps attempting to prevent herself from coming apart. I am at a loss. Should I touch her? Should I keep attempting to clarify? Everything I have said thus far seems to have only driven her farther away.

He grinned. She gave him a look of disgust and walked up the steps. He followed her. She turned around again. “You’re too close to me.” “I’m not close enough.” “I don’t know what has suddenly gotten into you, but I would ask you to remember your manners. I don’t want you standing so close to me.” “But you have such a wonderful body.” She gasped. “You are impossible to talk to. Do you know that?”

Adam explained, trying to sound convincing. However, the woman was still full of doubts. “Is that so? Then, you don't need to stick to me. Just practice at a normal distance. No stranger would ever be this close to you.” An idea suddenly crossed Adam's mind. Amber's protests had awakened a nosy side inside him. “Why do you urge me to stay away? Do you feel uncomfortable being this close to me?” At such a question, the woman's eyebrows rose high. A strange feeling had just arisen in her heart. "Of course I do. All women must be uncomfortable being treated like this.”

Being this close to someone doesn’t affect me anymore. I turned my face away from him. “Do you know how to kiss?” I asked him. Shake it. Why did I ask that? You know the answer. I bit my lip. I seem to have a hard time with this one. “Okay. Just do what you saw when I watched you.” He stood up. He moved his head awkwardly to me. I stopped him right there. I can’t. That’s too awkward. I pushed him. He sat right in his chair. “Watch that again first, you should be like that, so that the woman doesn’t leave you and wants others from you,” I say again.

I whisper and lean over to her, forcing her eyes to meet mine. She looks at me, her flush still there, her eyes glazed. She is as turned on as I am, but why did she pull away? God, why is it so hard for me to read a woman? Because you've never tried to read another woman before. Except they are your business associate. "Why'd you stop?" her voice is so soft, I barely hear that.

"Well, that's because……that's because you are….!!! She finds it so hard to pronounce the words and I couldn't help but smile inside of me on seeing her struggle with what to say upon knowing the words. "That's because you're close to me and I can't really breathe properly neither I'm comfortable whenever you're around me as I'm always nervous and……!!!! I couldn't hold it any longer as I shu t her mouth up with a kiss.

I wanted her to understand, to know why I felt frustrated. “I know.” She smiled at me as she got to her feet and walked over to me. Placing a hand on my right shoulder, she squeezed it gently. “They might have kept their distance from you because they wanted to make certain you are okay.” “What if that's not the case? What if they haven't been intimate with me because they didn't want to? Don't get me wrong, they always told me how much they loved me; however, they haven't even shown any signs of arousal each time they bathed me.”