Working jenny txt part6
by Fetish Review Blogburied in my chest, crying softly.
The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection
quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair
and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were
soothing noises.
For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her
head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. “God, I feel so
stupid…” she said in a very quiet voice.
“Shhh.” I said, “It’s okay. You’re not stupid. Things just went a little
too fast, didn’t they?”
She nodded, looking away. “I guess so. I’ve never been like this in my
entire life. I talk a lot, but I’m not really like that. Tonight I just…
I don’t know…” she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest
again.
“There, there,” I said softly “being lonely and hurting doesn’t make you
a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the
rest of us. You’re a free adult and I don’t feel you did anything wrong.”
I don’t think she was convinced but she didn’t respond or argue. We lay
together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she
raised her head. “These long hours don’t help any, either. I think I’ll go
to bed.”
She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in
several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my
concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed
for the night but she held a hand down to me. “Come on.”
I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my
muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find
out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. “I know it’s kind
of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I’d really like some
nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don’t mind, do you?”
I really didn’t, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve always
liked you.”
The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still
seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size
bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She
had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday
morning, actually.
She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,
springs groaning beneath her. “God, I’m so tired.” She gripped the lower
hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,
concerned. “You don’t mind, do you? I don’t usually sleep with anything
on.”
My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my
head, trying not to appear too anxious, “No, that’s… okay.”
She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more
of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the
floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and
sighed “Ah… that feels so much better.” She swung her legs up onto the
bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and
inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially
…End of the part6. To be continued..