Clara is very insistent

"Miss Hicks, I really don't think this is a good idea," you protest as she continues to unbutton her shirt.

"Why not? It's not like you're forcing me, well not this time anyway. And last night doesn't really count because you were dreaming or something and you thought I was somebody else. I want this Dean, I really do!"

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"No, no way!" she shakes her head, continuing to undress. "If anything I'm taking advantage of you. I mean if it wasn't for what happened last night there's no way that I'd be able to do this, or ask you to do me. Please Dean Hawkfeather, I want to feel that way again, but this time when you know what you're doing."

You look at her doubtfully and she stops, her hands about to undo her bra. Her lips form a cute pout and her eyes look abashed and almost ashamed.

"You think I'm ugly," she says sadly. "You don't want to do me again because I'm not pretty enough. You could only...only fuck me when you were dreaming because you thought I was someone else...someone pretty..." She undoes the front clasp of her bra but holds it closed over her ample young breasts, looking utterly forlorn.

And totally fuckable. Your cock twitches, swelling in your pants as you look at the young teen offering her nubile body, virtually demanding to be fucked. Hell, you'd almost be performing a public service you think, giving her a second experience. This time gentle and loving instead of hard and ruthless rape. She bites her lip and lets the bra fall away, half covering her breasts with one arm as she looks at you with silent appeal.

"Please Dean..." she whispers softly.