1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Once I'd used the makeup, I had to keep it. So I told myself. I also found a present for Nancy, one that I agonized over for longer than I had spent on all the presents for my f****y. I had to find something that wasn't trivial, but that also wasn't super expensive; I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable about the cost. It had to be appropriate -- personal -- without being intimate. I finally settled on a soft leather over-the-shoulder handbag, one as casual as she usually was, but as quality. I figured she wouldn't know how expensive it was. Hey, it may be obvious to any idiot that women know the prices of things that they usually have to buy, but I'm not an ordinary idiot, okay? I included a copy of my s****r's letter, too. Classes had just started when I got a note from Nancy. &#034Lee, the bag is beautiful! But you spent much too much! Let me make it up to you: I'll buy you dinner. Give me a call. Love, Nancy.&#034 I was in an absolute panic when I finally placed the call. But the chemistry had somehow changed; she teased me fondly, friendlily, and demanded that I let her buy me dinner and take me to a movie. I agreed, of course, hoping that something would start up again. We went on a Friday night. In her car, with her driving. Not so astonishing, it was, as she pointed out, her treat, and we'd always shared those kinds of tasks before. She gave me a slight panic, early on, when I asked where we were going, and she replied, &#034Trust me.&#034 I was very restrained all ...
    through dinner, wondering if she was going to demand that I prove my trust, and wondering if I would refuse, if she presented me with the dress again -- she was wholly desirable, that night, and wearing the perfume I had given her, long ago. At the movie, she was very affectionately aggressive, her hands teasing me at odd moments, but fending off, gently, my attempts to return her caresses. By the time we were in the car, I was confused, and a bit unsettled as well. Were we together again? I've never been good at reading the signals. She drove me home, parked the car, and leaned over to kiss me. I thought, for a moment, that I was going to come in my pants; I'd missed that so badly, the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her mouth. She broke the kiss, and I sighed, licking my lips. She giggled. &#034I love the way you do that,&#034 she whispered, and my heart leapt into my throat. I managed to open my eyes, and surreptitiously cleared the tears from the corners. Hers seemed unnaturally bright as well. I hesitated, fearing the 'no,' that was sure to come, but managed to f***e the words out -- they had to turn sideways and slither past my heart, which was still blocking things up. &#034Will... would you like to come inside?&#034 She smiled, and I thought my heart would break. But then she asked, &#034Did you like the makeup I gave you, Amy-Lee?&#034 Something crept into her eyes as she whispered the question. I know that my eyes probably reflected abject fear. I was trying ...
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