Trouble
Virgin
Marilynn
Here I am for the second time in his small but cozy apartment. It’s important that I find a way to ask for his help in finding out what business my father was in. Why would he have a lock on that specific drawer? I was always wary to what my papa may have been doing but I never called him out on my suspicions. That lock needs to be opened, the thing is I’m not sure whether or not I can trust Harry.
I stay in the washroom for a couple minutes, staring deeply into my reflection as I'm washing my hands and wonder if I’m risking all or nothing.
I turn the doorknob ready to face the curly haired man that I’ve grown to care for. I step into the living room and witness his eyes scan my body, giving me a nod letting me know that he approves of his styling choices. “Louis is rubbing off on me.” Harry spoke of his friend, a friend I had no knowledge of.
“Louis?” I bravely asked about his friend.
“Yeah, he’s really into fashion, its funny cause he’s also a lawyer. Guess you can assume he’s the best dressed lawyer out there.” He had a sly smile on his face as he spoke of friend that he seemed to intensely miss.
I eye the spot he’s sitting on and decide to sit right beside him, “Harry, I need your help and I only trust you to help me.” I bit my lip. His eyes moved from the floor as they stared cautiously into mine. “What is it darling?” He grasped my hands placing them on his lap.
“I think my dad was in some sneaky business and I need to know what it was.” I stated, hoping Harry wouldn’t judge me for being nosy. “Marilynn, I may not be the right person to assist you.” He used delicate words to try to avoid hurt feelings that might waken up but that didn’t help at all.
I was angry.
“I was a fucking idiot for even thinking that you could help me in all of this.” I gave him a hand job in the fucking copy room and that asshole can't open a stupid drawer for my sake. “Just forget about it and let’s go.” I dropped the subject.
“Hold on, if it means that much to you then of course I’ll help you.” He gave in. I immediately smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “After today, drive me to the cabin. We’ll be spending the night there.” I kissed his cheek.
Harry laughed at my eagerness and pulled me on top of his lap. “If you weren’t a virgin I’d make love to you in this very moment.” He whispered kissing my shoulder then shifting his lips to my neck distributing open-mouthed kisses. “So just take away my virginity.” I rubbed my crotch against his.
“Don’t do this to me.” He groaned.
“I’m not doing anything.” I rubbed harder and faster, I basically dry-humping him. “Not till you’re at least eighteen.” He pushed his head back while I gave him dry sex. “But wouldn’t it feel so good, I could be so good for you and only you.” I rocked my hips at a slower sensual rate, dropping the fast pace I was at in order to torture him, he had unsteady breaths He’s a man, a man with needs. I was willing to fulfill those needs to please him and myself.
“Not now darling, but when we’re both ready.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “Please don’t make me wait till I'm eighteen. I know that you don’t want trouble but let it be sooner.” I nuzzled my head to the crook of his neck leaving a small kiss.
“This is a big step and you’re still a baby. I want to believe me I do, I'm afraid you’ll regret it afterwards.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “My sixteenth birthday is coming up. You already know what I want.” I bit his lip and shot him a wink.
“It will be special.” He pinched my cheek.
Here I am for the second time in his small but cozy apartment. It’s important that I find a way to ask for his help in finding out what business my father was in. Why would he have a lock on that specific drawer? I was always wary to what my papa may have been doing but I never called him out on my suspicions. That lock needs to be opened, the thing is I’m not sure whether or not I can trust Harry.
I stay in the washroom for a couple minutes, staring deeply into my reflection as I'm washing my hands and wonder if I’m risking all or nothing.
I turn the doorknob ready to face the curly haired man that I’ve grown to care for. I step into the living room and witness his eyes scan my body, giving me a nod letting me know that he approves of his styling choices. “Louis is rubbing off on me.” Harry spoke of his friend, a friend I had no knowledge of.
“Louis?” I bravely asked about his friend.
“Yeah, he’s really into fashion, its funny cause he’s also a lawyer. Guess you can assume he’s the best dressed lawyer out there.” He had a sly smile on his face as he spoke of friend that he seemed to intensely miss.
I eye the spot he’s sitting on and decide to sit right beside him, “Harry, I need your help and I only trust you to help me.” I bit my lip. His eyes moved from the floor as they stared cautiously into mine. “What is it darling?” He grasped my hands placing them on his lap.
“I think my dad was in some sneaky business and I need to know what it was.” I stated, hoping Harry wouldn’t judge me for being nosy. “Marilynn, I may not be the right person to assist you.” He used delicate words to try to avoid hurt feelings that might waken up but that didn’t help at all.
I was angry.
“I was a fucking idiot for even thinking that you could help me in all of this.” I gave him a hand job in the fucking copy room and that asshole can't open a stupid drawer for my sake. “Just forget about it and let’s go.” I dropped the subject.
“Hold on, if it means that much to you then of course I’ll help you.” He gave in. I immediately smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “After today, drive me to the cabin. We’ll be spending the night there.” I kissed his cheek.
Harry laughed at my eagerness and pulled me on top of his lap. “If you weren’t a virgin I’d make love to you in this very moment.” He whispered kissing my shoulder then shifting his lips to my neck distributing open-mouthed kisses. “So just take away my virginity.” I rubbed my crotch against his.
“Don’t do this to me.” He groaned.
“I’m not doing anything.” I rubbed harder and faster, I basically dry-humping him. “Not till you’re at least eighteen.” He pushed his head back while I gave him dry sex. “But wouldn’t it feel so good, I could be so good for you and only you.” I rocked my hips at a slower sensual rate, dropping the fast pace I was at in order to torture him, he had unsteady breaths He’s a man, a man with needs. I was willing to fulfill those needs to please him and myself.
“Not now darling, but when we’re both ready.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “Please don’t make me wait till I'm eighteen. I know that you don’t want trouble but let it be sooner.” I nuzzled my head to the crook of his neck leaving a small kiss.
“This is a big step and you’re still a baby. I want to believe me I do, I'm afraid you’ll regret it afterwards.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “My sixteenth birthday is coming up. You already know what I want.” I bit his lip and shot him a wink.
“It will be special.” He pinched my cheek.
Ugh this story is killing me! I love it!!!
6/22/15