Jeanette chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Jeanette chapter 3

... down the street. It was dark I couldn't tell if it was MrH. The door to my room flew open, "who was that?" MrC froze there halfway in my room. I had turned around at the sound of my door. He had a full frontal view of me. I just stood there shocked and pleased. He started to back away not looking away from me. "I think it was the same guy from the school," I told him. I sat down on the floor next to the window. I tried to look sad and scared. I didn't want to seem desperate or needy. He came over to me knelt beside me and hugged me. "It's ok Jeanette. I will stay with you as long as you need me to." I hugged him back. "'MrC you're a great guy. Thank you." He put his arms under me and carried me to my bed. As his arms lowered me I shifted so my bare breast brushed his arm.He put me on the covers and pulled the other side up around my naked body. He walked over to my sitting chair and sat down. "MrC take this blanket I have an extra one underneath it." I told him. He nodded then walked to my bed. I pulled the blanket back and crawled under it. I'm sure he got an eye full because I saw his bulge shift. Guess the fear had left him again. As he pulled the top blanket away I wrapped the bottom one over me. It wasn't as thick. He curled up on the chair again. For several minutes I heard the chair creak as he shifted different ways. "MrC, I can't sleep." "Me either." "Can you bring me my clothes? I think I dropped them by the window." I asked. "Oh uh sure" he sounded a little ...

... disappointed. He looked around in the dark then came over to me. "Here you go." He said handing them to me. I pulled only my shirt on and turned on the lamp by my bed. I let the blanket fall just low enough that he would know I still wasn't dressed below my waist. I could feel my nipples getting hard are trying desperately to break back out of my top. "Why can't you sleep?" I asked making conversation. He sat on the edge of my bed. "Besides the fact I'm curled in a tiny chair made for a tiny girl?" He asked, we both laughed. "Yeah besides that?" I asked. "I don't know maybe it's this blanket. It smells like a very pretty girl." He said. The second time he's called me that. "Well maybe you'd sleep better in a bed that smells like a pretty girl." I told him. "I don't know if that's a good idea," he replied weakly. His grin told me he wanted too. "Well there's a guest room down the far side of the hall of you want..." I offered, hoping he would't take it. He was quiet for a long time just looking into my eyes. He looked away from me and said, "I should probably just..." Headlights shone through my window again then moved away. But for that moment he looked ready to fight. I put my hand on his arm. "Stay with me," I pleaded. "Of course." He said climbing into my bed. I shared my blanket with him. I felt cold. He wrapped his arm around my hips. My shirt barely reached my waist so his hand was touching my bare skin. We lay like that for several minutes only his hand touching me. I wanted ...