Ethan and Chanel 35 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 35

After a painfully thorough internal debate, I find my balls and press 'send' to deliver my message. *Can I see you tonight?* I ask Chanel, knowing she's off modeling at the moment. I walk around my house smoking a joint while I wait to see what she says, and ten minutes later, my phone beeps. *It's only been 24 hours...* she replies, and knowing she's not eager to see me hurts. She's right, it's only been a day, and I know she thinks we need more time apart, but I disagree. *I know, but it can't wait.* I respond, and I'm surprised when she immediately replies. *Ok. We just finished the shoot and they're taking me to dinner. I'll let you know when I'm on my way home.* she writes, and when I get her next message forty five minutes later, I lock my house and get in my car. My nerves are uneasy as I drive, but the moment I'm standing at her front door knocking, I know this is where I'm supposed to be. After a moment she answers, and I have to force my bulging eyeballs back into my head. She looks incredible. Her bold makeup brings out the beautiful blue of her eyes, and her hair is in big perfect curls. She's wearing a strapless corset top and shorts small enough to call underwear-all black. "Hi," I find my voice, and she smiles a little, tickled by my reaction no doubt. "Come in," she says, and turns around, teasing me with her lifted ass in that tight material. I happily come in behind her and shut the door. Chanel walks to her kitchen barefoot, and pulls a water from the ...

... fridge. "Would you like something to drink?" she asks with utter politeness. "No thanks," I say, and she turns and hops on the counter to sit, my eyes never leaving her. I'm guessing this is an outfit she was photographed in, meaning it's also what she wore to dinner, and the thought of her in public like this makes me jealous, solidifying my convictions. I need to say what I came here to say. "So what's up?" she asks warily, and I swallow hard, walking toward her. "Be with me," I say, and she doesn't even blink, her face frozen for a solid moment. Her eyelashes flicker, and she sets her water down. "What?" she asks, looking at me as if I've gone mad. "Be with me," I say again, my eyes intent on her face as I stand before her, giving her myself. "What do you mean?" " Be with me, be mine, my girl, in a relationship," I say, hoping I'm not unknowingly speaking a language she doesn't seem to be understanding. "Are you serious?" she asks, and I breathe a laugh without humor. "Dead serious." "Why?" "Because I want to be with you Chanel," I answer. This is what I wanted to say last night, but hadn't realized it yet. "Ethan, I don't think that's a good idea," she says, and my heart sinks. "Why?" "Well, after Hannah I thought you would want to-" "Chanel, I don't want anyone but you." "But-" "After seeing how much I hurt you, it's like I woke up. Seeing how much you care about what we had brought something to life inside me; a feeling I've never felt before...I didn't know anyone cared ...