I Want Rachel To Touch Me

I can't get over it, really I can't. All of this is so unexpected to me and it just might be coming from the last possible person I ever would have thought it would come from.

Rachel Patrick.

I mean I'm not an asshole and I'm not unreasonable, I didn't think she was some virginal saint. I might have put her on a bit of a pedestal but not so high up that she was pure and untouched or anything like that.

But this is something else. This is unexpected. Rachel Patrick is positively dirty and she is wild and she is exciting and she wants me, and while I had my hopes at times I don't think any of me ever expected that she would set her sights on me quite like this nor that she would ever be so positively insatiable.

But she is, and from the whispers and hints that she's giving me it seems like this isn't the only time she's ever done something like this. With men. With women. With whoever.

Rachel could be more than just fun, more than just a lover. A woman like her in my life could be a guiding **** for good and she's promising to teach me. To teach me how to dress and how to do my makeup and maybe even more than that. To teach me how to draw attention.

And maybe, just maybe, to teach me what to do when I've got it.

But that was all in the future and right now there was just here. Just her inching her fingers below the waistband of my shorts and my shuddering gasps, my fingers curling at the wall of the bathroom stall behind me as I stared her dead in the eye and tried my very best to believe this was really happening.

I was shaking beneath her touch. I was shivering with anticipation my bare nipples were achingly hard as she pulled them between her lips and she looked up at me, her perfect blue eyes clear as a smile curled at the edges of her mouth.

She pulled away, still teasing her fingers right at the waistband of my panties. I watched as her lips opened and a strand of saliva connected the bottom one to the tip of my nipple for just a moment before she slid back and up, coming eye to eye with me.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she teased me, her fingers on my panties shifting and curling just enough to make their presence known.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip and breathing heavily as she went on with her teasing ways.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" she asked me, "Want me to make you cum? Do you want me to taste you? To touch you? To feel you? Do you want me to make your skin feel like it's on fire?"

I was nodding faster now, breathing even heavier as my eyes went wide at the thought of what she was saying and the way that she was saying it. Her voice was so husky and she was moving so right, sultry swaying this way and that as she shimmied there in front of me in that glorious fucking dress she had on.

"I don't know," she teased, slipping in and pressing her lips into the nape of my neck, "You don't seem ready to me. You don't seem ready for me. You don't seem eager, ****. I think you need to prove it."

"How?" I mewled, pressing my hips into a bucking rhythm in my desperation for her to touch me and need me and fucking satisfy me.

And I knew this was all a game but it was one that I would willingly play because, so help me god, I don't know if I'd ever been so desperately turned on in my life.

Between Rachel and the handsome stranger and waking up this morning in a tizzy I was so fucking **** to cum right now and if the most beautiful girl I'd ever known was going to give that to me then who was I to deny her whatever she was asking.

Just so long as she kept on playing. I'd do anything.

Even.

"Beg for it."

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