Exploring Cheryl

What could Cheryl possibly want, Gerald thought. Does she want me to massage her chest? Kiss her breasts? Lick her nipples?

He looked at Cheryl’s face and noticed it was flushed. Did I push my thoughts into her, Gerald thought. I need to learn control. No time like the present.

“Is Katrina busy?” Gerald asked. Cheryl nodded, her head hanging down and her hand still playing with the hem of her blouse.

Unbutton your blouse. Slowly Cheryl unbuttoned her white blouse revealing the tanned skin of her chest and bra-clad breasts. When she was finished, her hands fell to her sides and she started to twist the hem of her skirt.

Pull your panties down to you ankles. Cheryl just stood there.

That was easy, Gerald thought, now that he could prevent thoughts from leaving.

Cheryl, what would make you feel better?

-I want Gerald to touch me.-

How do you want him to touch you?

-I want him to run his hands over me, to revel in his kisses, to explode in pleasure as he penetrates me. I want him to ravish me.-

Why?

-I’ve been in love with him from when I first saw him at Katrina’s fifteenth birthday.-

I’d say you’re obsessed, or at least infatuated.

-I might be. But I would do anything to be his. I’ve been saving myself for him.-

What if he didn’t want you? What would you do?

-I, I’d try to get over him as best I could, but I’m afraid I can’t.-