He turned to walk me out the room, when I decided I wasn’t just gonna let it end like this. I had to try. If I didn’t, I’d just end up fucking myself senseless with my hands the moment the flight attendant released my arms, and that would be much more embarrassing than just having Rob do it in private.
I raised my legs and planted my feet firmly against the walls on either side of the door. When had I lost my shoes? Ignoring that question for now, I braced my legs, pushing back as hard as I could. If he wanted to do it the hard way, then fine.
“Erica, what are yo-”
“Shut up and listen to me! Neither of us is leaving this room until I’ve had a good, hard cum!” I whisper shouted, ignoring how deranged I sounded. “Even if it means staying in here the whole flight.”
“Erica I don’t-”
“I don’t care how it happens. My hands or yours. If my only option is to let you take my virginity, then so be it! It’s like you said, we aren’t blood relatives anyway.”
“Erica you're-”
“Why can’t you just accept I want it? That I want you right now. Am I that unappealing? It’s your fault I’m like this, making out with me and playing with my tits, only to strip me and leave me hanging! I know you want it because I can feel it pressing into my ass, so just shut up and fu-”
In a flash, Rob grabbed my legs, and effortlessly pulled them to my chest. He didn’t say it, but the message was clear: he could have walked out at any time, he was just giving me a chance to vent. He leaned his head down next to my ear.
“Your first time shouldn’t be in a bathroom, especially not one on a plane,” he whispered.
I don’t know why or how, but that sentence alone calmed me down. The subtle tingling of arousal was still there, but it had returned to manageable levels.
We didn’t speak again for most of the remaining flight, save for Rob asking if I was comfortable when we made it back to our seat. I didn’t respond.
I laid against his chest again, but didn’t sleep. What he said was still swimming through my head. He hadn’t denied wanting to be with me like that. Did that mean I was right? Was he telling me to just wait till we were somewhere nicer?
I decided that it was best to ignore these questions, chalking everything I’d said up to my hormones running wild. In a few hours everyone would be awake and I’d have to deal with the embarrassment of leaving the plane in the buff. I’d best use my time to mentally prepare for that.
