I Hate Your Confidence - Sex Stories

I Hate Your Confidence

Female's P.O.V~

It all began with his eyes, conversing with mine with such persuasive language. He'd gaze at me with a steady depth in his eyes, not showcasing any sign of resignation. Yet I could still sense his delicate side, seizing him to turn bashful when I'd give him the same eyes.

Then one day, when he finally talked to me, I was confirmed about my perception as I could see the courage he had gathered stuttering through his lips.

We began meeting each other, never actually giving our relationship a proper face, and it bothered me. But I also relished the bashfulness in his demeanor. Because of it, he hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend.

Just like any other date, we were in the park, challenging the chemicals in our bodies by raising tension between us when he invited me to his house after learning I could not walk any longer.

I could not discern if he did that because he knew what would happen or he was just too naïve.

Him, being a nervous, soft, and innocent boy around me was delightful. Which encouraged me to have his clothes ripped, but I was also aware it wasn't the right approach. So, I kept my hands to myself.

— But could I keep them disciplined when we're all alone in a quiet place, where no one could see or hear us?

After offering me a glass of water, he sat bashfully beside me on his bed, with his lips sealed, his eyes staring out the window in front of us and his hands clutching the bedsheet beside his thighs.

He hadn't spoken a ...

... word, and I did not want to ruin the silent tension between us. So, I kept quiet, thinking to myself what I would do once I got a signal of consent from him.

It arrived in the form of his little finger, softly grazing against mine. I let him play for a minute, watching what he'd do next and he could do nothing as I expected.

So, I grasped his hand and rested my eyes on his flushing cheek, and his popped-out eyes. He wasn't expecting that at all. It was all written on his face.

It must have been very hard for him. He was trying so hard to look manly. His struggle allowed me joy.

"I'll put the glass away." He stuttered and stood up in order to escape as always, but I took his breakout away from him as I quickly grasped his wrist and yanked him down on my lap.

—— Did he really think I'd let the chance slip off my hand when it faced me?

"W-what are you doing?" He wasn't looking back at me, stiff on my lap, with his back towards me.

"Nothing. I just want you to stay close to me." I yanked his stumbling body firmer, driving my hands around his waist, watching him get stiffer in my grip and flinch as I planted my face in his neck, nuzzling into his sweet scent. That sweet yet dangerous scent.

"You smell so sweet. What perfume is that?" Caressing my nose onto his soft skin, I asked, attending to his heavy breaths, and his chest heaving up.

"It's the l- lotion, I g- guess." He stuttered, his voice a dim view of my ears.

Male's P.O.V~

"You need to buy one ...