Being More Social - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Being More Social - Chapter 9

... bed, discarding her robe. As she entered the bed, her arm touched mine, and I realized just how just she was to the touch. It felt like a frozen metal pole. I could detect no warmth in her body. Nicole could catch hypothermia, or get frostbite. Instinctively, I hugged her. The feeling sucked, to say the least, and my body was getting cold very quickly, but after a bit, Nicole's shivering died down. "Th-th-thanks, s-squirt." She said, shivering. "You're welcome." I replied, a little bit more awake now. At this moment, I realized that Nicole wasn't wearing anything, and that her naked, cold body was pressed up against mine, with nothing but a pair of boxers separating us. The feeling was odd, certainly made odder with the cold added in the mix, but weirdly enough, not sexual. "So what is it?" I asked after waiting a couple minutes for her shivering to die down completely. She shrugged. "I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you, that's all." Nicole casually stated. "You waited outside in the cold to tell me that? And you thought that couldn't wait until morning?" I asked her. She shrugged again. "I felt like it was important you know. I just forgive you for all of those things you did. We're a-okay again, hotshot." "That's not all. Nicole, I've had a rough night. Don't lie to me." I said coldly, pulling myself away from her. "Don't..." Nicole said immediately and urgently, pulling me back into her. "...pull away. Please don't pull away. Please don't go away." She pulled ...

... me even tighter against her, and buried her face into my neck. A few seconds passed, and suddenly I felt small wet spots on my neck. Nicole was silently crying. "Woah, woah, woah!" I said out of instinct, hugging Nicole tighter. "It's okay, Nicole. I've got you. Please tell me, what's wrong?" She kept crying for a solid minute, sobbing loudly now that I knew she was crying. When she could finally contain her crying, she managed to say, "Phil." "Phil? What about Phil? What did he do?" I peppered her with questions. She sighed and pulled her face away from my neck to face me. She cleared her throat. "Well, originally, I wanted to go to the party tonight..." She began. That would have been a disaster and a half, I thought to myself. "...But he just wanted to hang out at his place, so I agreed. Like, an hour in, we started... doing stuff. Before I know it, we're naked and Phil says he wants to go all the way with me. I wasn't ready, so I refused. I think because of how I acted with him about the kiss, he just took my refusal as a challenge, and he... had his way with me." "Phil raped you?!" I asked. Nicole paused. "It wasn't rape. I wouldn't call it rape. It was just a misunderstanding. Anyway, I didn't want it, and he didn't even think of me, and went fast, and just... he hurt me. It really hurt, Adam. I just... I dunno what to do." With that, she buried her face in my neck again and out came a fresh batch of tears. I held her for the longest time, what seemed like hours, before ...