Gently reject his advances

Location: Girls' Dorm, My Bedroom
State: Horny
HP: 100/100
Lust: 35/100
Infection: 0/100
Equipment: Underwear, School Uniform, Energetic Bar, Bedside Lamp

It took some seconds to my brain to analyse what was going on. Meanwhile, the weird guy had moved forward in order to massage my breasts more efficiently. He was doing so with a surprising dexterity and I could not help but enjoy it a bit, blushing like never before. But I could not let him touch me like that any longer. I tried to escape his grasp as smoothly as possible, to avoid any outburst on his part (after all, he still looked pretty dangerous). I slowly stepped back and grabbed his right wrist with my left hand, making him know I did not want this.

"Wow, er, you're nice and all, but you're kinda cutting corners now. So, no hard feeling, heh?"

He did not seem to understand a thing. He gave me a strange look (I mean, stranger than before) and lowered the hand I had grabbed along my chest and my belly, giving me an unvoluntary thrill. The buttoned up part of my shirt stopped his motion, but not for long. His hand **** its way through the obstacles that the buttons of my shirt constituted, destroying button by button the little decency that my clothing were providing me. His inexorable and erotic descent through my shirt was mesmerising me as my brain froze again. My heart beated wildly and I started to feel hot. My breath was getting louder as his hand attracted my gaze lower and lower until reaching the bottom of my shirt. It was now completely unbuttoned.

Then, I realized that I had not let his hand go since the beginning of my undressing and that my hand was now at the same level of his prick. I looked at his erected cock like I never looked at anything before. It looked so powerful and fragile at the same time. "If I'd dare, I'd touch it", I thought. Would I dare? Driven by my curiosity and by the strange appeal I felt for that shaft, I let go his wrist and wrapped my left hand around his cock. It was warm, hard, soft and pulsating. I imagined it pounding inside of me and I discovered I was getting wet.

But my nasty thoughts were not the only responsibles of my arousal. I was so focused on his crotch that I had not noticed he was caressing mine through my skirt. Now, his right hand had pulled my skirt a bit and was about to go under my wet panties, while his other hand was massaging my right tit. I had completely forgotten what I intended to do before and my thoughts were only dedicated to one goal: make that pleasure go on...