Rebecca Chen Nude Novels & Stories

I ordered. “You want me to..?“ “No questions, take them off,” I said assertively, not minding what she was about to say. Within a few seconds, Rebecca was standing naked before me. “Get on my bed,” I said and immediately she did, without any questions. “Now wide those legs,” she parted her legs revealing her pink slimy wet pussy. I dug in my index finger, and she gulped, moving a bit backwards. “You don't want me to…?“

Then I grabbed my phone and opened my messages. A grin spread across my lips when Rebecca's pictures appeared on the screen. But it quickly faded when I noticed the small tattoo on her stomach. Obviously, it was the initials of her cheating, dead fiancé. My eyes drifted down again, stopping at the curve of her chest. Damn. She's really hot. Even though she and Olivia look almost identical, their bodies are completely different. Both of them had curves, but Rebecca had wider hips and fuller breasts. I wondered what it would feel like to touch them.

"You're a saint. See you soon." I showered, the hot water sluicing away the last of the party grime. I dressed in old jeans and a grey t-shirt, the kind of clothes you wear for manual labor but that also show off your arms. I told myself I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I arrived at the Charleston house at five past twelve. Rebecca answered the door. She was dressed down for once, in soft pink yoga pants and a thin white tank top with no bra. The effect was, if possible, more devastating than her usual dramatic ensembles. Her nipples were clearly outlined, hard little points against the fabric. Her hair was in a messy bun.

I was really burning up inside. Her eyes were so expressive and it was like they were begging me to have her. I looked down at her full breasts. Easily visible under that towel. Without holding back, I reached out and unwrapped it. I loved the naughty way it fell around her legs. She remained naked and motionless in all her splendor. Even so, I didn’t rush to get closer, but froze in front of her, admiring how perfect she was. She wasn’t covering herself. In fact, she held my hungry eyes, daring me and inviting me to her. “You’re so beautiful, my Rebecca!”

And at the bottom of the stack, a photograph that made my heart stop. Rebecca, who is perhaps sixteen years old, in one of the rooms of the facility we had just passed through. Like the others, she wore a blank expression and had her hands folded obediently in front of her. Behind her, Sebastian was standing with his hand on her shoulder, beaming like a father proud of his. Rebecca made a noise I had never heard from her before, something bestial and fractured.

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.

Sheira seemed to be amused at Rebecca's sudden weird actuations. "Let's go to the canteen. My treat." Rebecca said as she looked at her best friend. Sheira grinned from ear to ear. She encircles her arms around her left arm as they walk side to side. All of a sudden, some students seem to whisper to each other as they look at someone who was entering the back gate. She looked like a celebrity, a literal head-turner as everyone describes her from head to toe. "Wow, she's really beautiful!"

Rebecca lay back against the soft pillows in the master bedroom, her sundress already pulled up around her waist. The room was quiet except for the low sounds coming from her laptop. She had propped it on the bed beside her. On the screen, a woman was on her knees in front of a powerful man, obeying his every command. Rebecca’s cheeks burned with shame, but she could not stop watching. Her right hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding slowly up and down her wet slit. Her left hand held the edge of the sundress higher, exposing her smooth pussy completely.

She traces the line of my collarbone with one fingertip, then lower, between my breasts, watching my reaction like she’s memorizing every shiver. “You’re beautiful when you let go,” she whispers. She unhooks my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall. Her palms cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tighten under her touch. A soft sound escapes my throat. Rebecca leans in, kissing the side of my neck, then sucking lightly just below my ear. The spot she knows makes my knees weak. One of her hands slides down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion. I step out of them, completely bare now while she’s still fully

While her friends were with Charles and Andre, Rebecca called Charles for the first time in a long time. Upon seeing her call, Charles had to get up from the group, and move far away, where he was sure, there was no noise, and no one could hear them. "Becca, is it really you calling? Now is the eve of my fake wedding not the best day of my life? He asked, but Rebecca just went straight to the point. "Don't post all those nudity to the world, she will be ruined for ever". She pleaded, but Charles had his answer ready.