At the same time, I relaxed and wasn't uncomfortable with the mounting intimacy of our actions.At the same time, I relaxed and wasn't uncomfortable with the mounting intimacy of our actions. It's like the "you're a man, that's what your supposed to do" part of my brain didn't just take over but became me. While all this metaphysical wash caught some part of my thoughts, I continued to explore her body with my tongue in hands. I stopped soon thereafter, however, to complete her attempt to remove my shirt. With more of my skin visible, I noticed the contrast between her milk white tone and my olive tan. I looked up and down her body, reading the slight lines from her abdominal muscles. I pushed her dress to her ankles and watched her panties the whole time, when she suddenly spoke. "I won't sleep with you," she said with an unprecedented seriousness. Surprised, I quickly replied, "I didn't expect you to," but wanted to add, "sleep with me! God, I'm shocked were even getting naked!" I wasn't sure how to read her visage. I knew that the more intimate this became, the closer we'd get to the point where what we were doing was no different from sleeping together. Maybe she sensed this to, I don't know, but she didn't seem to want to stop me from going further, just from trying to sleep with her. |