I was nervous, feeling his hand slowly tracing my waist still covered by the blue dress, quickly I pushed it away with my left hand.
"Brandon, please don't!" I asserted. "You can't do this. I don't like coercion!"
"I don't need to force you if you stop being hypocritical," he whispered, leaning closer to my face and embracing my waist.
Oh my, now I could feel the bulge in his pants touching the top of my femininity, instantly making me imagine what it looked like inside? It's been so long since I last saw it.
"I know you want me, please ... Just push aside those disturbing thoughts," he whispered pleadingly, sadness visible in his eyes. "I don't like forcing you either ... I don't want to hurt you ... I love you so much, don't you feel it?"
I swallowed hard, unable to deny that I never felt he didn't love me. He never hurt me at all, it's me who hurt him.
