Rachel, for affirmation

Sitting on edge the bed, nervously tapping her foot, was Rachel. Her long blonde hair ran over her shoulder and on to her chest. This only served to draw attention to her breasts, which were very full and sitting high on her chest. She wore a loose sundress, which allowed me to see most of her smooth white legs. Rachel was probably the most beautiful women I had ever been alone with. Her blue eyes gazed at me with a worried expression. “Can I help you?” I asked.

Rachel sighed and fidgeted her fingers in her lap. “I... I asked for the chance to talk privately with you,” she explained, nodding in the direction from where Sandra had just taken her leave. I pulled the door shut behind me. Rachel continued. “I need your honest opinion as a man. I just feel... looking around at all the other women here, I feel like I don't fit in. They're all so beautiful and smart and sexy and amazing, and then there's me. And I just... wanted to know why... why I'm here. I noticed we haven't even talked yet, and I understand that, I'm so plain. And I know that you already spent some time with... with that other girl, and she seems so happy now. And you already have a girlfriend, and she's just so gorgeous.” She paused and sighed deeply. “I'm probably not even making sense. I guess I just... I wish I could somehow be the kind of girl that catches a guy's eye, you know? I mean, do you even think... do you find me even a little... bit... OK?”

Ah, Rachel. Commanded to be insecure and **** for some affirmation, so much so that she'd do almost anything to feel like I noticed her. When I wrote those commands, I knew she was pretty from her profile picture, but the picture didn't do her any justice. She was amazing. A ten out of ten. Flawless. Which made her persona all the more ironic.

“I think you might be selling yourself short... uh... what was your name?”

She hung her head and mumbled a disappointed, “Rachel.” Then looking up quickly, she hastened to add, “See? You don't even notice me enough to learn my name. I'm just so ordinary.” Then standing up and nearly in tears, she pulled one strap of her dress down, letting the dress hang a little lower, giving a hint of her cleavage. “Is this what it takes to get noticed?” she asked. “Am I too modest?” When I didn't answer, she lowered the other strap and the whole dress fell to the floor. I had to bite my tongue to keep from reacting too much. Rachel stood before me in only a lacy powder blue bra and panties set. Her skin was flawless. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. “Please!” she begged. “Look at me like I matter. Tell me I'm pretty. Lie to me if you have to. Please!”

“Aww, Rachel,” I shushed her, “I don't need to lie. Of course I think you're pretty.” I tried to look and sound only mildly convinced of my own words.

“God, I can't even hold your attention for a few seconds,” she lamented. Then, taking a step or two towards me, she reached for my hands, lightly holding them in her fingers. My heart raced and I had to look away or else be lost in her eyes, her breasts, her lips...

“Words are worthless,” she said softly. “I need more than that. I need to know you find me attractive.”

Her fingers moved just slightly and rested on the zipper of my pants. Moving the zipper down, she felt inside. There was no way I could have willed myself soft, not from the moment I had entered the room. And Rachel half-smiled at my hardness.

“Well, that's a start,” she said. “But who knows what's causing this.”

I opened my mouth, unsure of how to object, but she cut me off. “I saw you kissing your girlfriend a minute ago. This isn't because of me.” With that, she stepped back and sat dejectedly on the bed again.

I was about done with the game. Rachel was irresistible, and I was done resisting.

“You want to know how pretty you are, how sexy, how desirable?” I asked, moving closer until I towered over her. Rachel nodded slightly while craning her head up to look at me. “How about this, then,” I asked, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to move onto the bed. With a glance back at the door, I whispered, “What if I showed you that you are beautiful enough to make me cheat on my girlfriend?”

Rachel's eyes went wide in wonder and fear. “You'd want this,” she asked, indicating herself, “when you already have that?” I only nodded in confirmation. Rachel's hands trembled as she put them on my chest. “Right here, right now?” she said in amazement.

“Right here, with her just down the hall,” I said. “I could bring her in here if I wanted and ravish her on this very bed. But I'm choosing to do that to you instead.”

She exhaled loudly and with a tremble. “I... I don't know,” she stuttered. “I didn't mean to... I wasn't trying to...”

“You're playing with fire,” I warned her. “You can't tempt a guy with a body like that, showing him your half-naked self and asking him to use something more than words to show you how sexy you are, and then after all that expect nothing to happen.”

“Oooohhh,” she moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was fear or confusion or arousal. Neither did it matter.

“And now,” I concluded, “I'll show you that it's not just words. You are irresistibly sexy, and I this is what that means.” I grabbed the shoulder straps of her bra and slipped them down, unhooking it in the back and tossing the garment across the room. My face pressed into her breasts and licked and sucked and nibbled and caressed until she was wiggling beneath me. Her legs were squirming, scissoring open and closed, and so I slipped her panties off and continued my tongue's work a bit lower down. I licked up her arousal again and again, pressing her thighs open as she tried to trap my head. I listened for her voice to rise in pitch as her release drew near. As she drew in a deep, moany breath, I suddenly stopped. “No!” she squeaked out, trying to **** my face back into place. “Please, I'm so close!” she begged.

Without a word, I crawled up over her body and notched my tip into the cleft of her opening. With a firm push, I was halfway in. Drawing back, I pushed the rest of the way in. Rachel's hand went between us and started rubbing her clit, trying to finish the journey I had interrupted. But my thrusting prevented her from having the access she needed, and she whimpered in frustration.

Cupping one hand on her ass, I pressed her up towards me and said, “See if you can angle yourself right.” With some adjustment and effort, she found a way to grind her clit along my pubic bone, and I minimized my thrusting which she got back on track. Suspended above her, I felt her pushing me towards my own release even as she worked for her own. I didn't want things to end so soon and wondered if I should have insisted Rachel wait for a later time, when my stamina would undoubtedly last longer. But it was too late for that now. Besides, I could call Rachel back any day I wanted.

Those wandering thoughts held off my orgasm while Rachel tumbled into her own. Wrapping her legs and arms around me, she grunted and gasped her way through a satisfying orgasm. Once her shaking had subsided, she lay still, eyes closed, arms at her sides.

“That felt nice,” she murmured.

“Do you believe me now?” I asked.

“I... I don't know,” she whimpered. I could tell she was on the verge of tears. “I couldn't even make you cum,” she explained.

“Oh, don't worry about that,” I answered, slowly moving in and out of her slick channel. “I wanted to wait until you were done so you could understand just how beautiful you are.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Instead of answering, I began kissing her lips, urging her to give way to my tongue. I wrapped her in my arms and moved as slowly as I dared, building myself up but not yet going over the edge. Rachel allowed me to do whatever I wanted, pushing her chest up to let me suck on her nipples, moving her legs up so I could rub them as I entered her again and again. “You see, Rachel, a guy finishing quickly isn't always a sign of the lady being sexy. If he is capable of any control at all, he'll hold out as long as he can when he's with someone as sexy as you.”

By now Rachel's eyes were gazing into mine, hungry for more words, for something she could cling to to convince herself of her beauty. “He'll hold out because a woman is even more beautiful when she cums,” I observed. “And because he doesn't want their union to end. He doesn't want to stop being so connected to such a beautiful creature.” I could tell that registered with her, and her expression morphed into the first sign of happiness I'd seen since she arrived. “I would multiply this moment into forever if I could,” I whispered, kissing the words into her mouth. Rachel pulled my body closer to hers and was trying to simply hug me as we fucked. I hugged her in return, moving my hands down to the soft flesh of her bottom.

“One more thing,” I whispered, pulling my head back until I could see her face. With my hands gripping her ass and my hips pressing down into her, there was no way for her to break our union. I started rapidly thrusting down into her with great ****. “If you have any doubt that I find you beautiful, let this settle it. Ask yourself, if you weren't beautiful, why would I try to give you my baby?”

Her expression was at first confusion, then wide-eyed surprise. After that, I didn't notice because my release was upon me. I drove deep with one hard thrust, hilting myself all the way inside her. I felt Rachel's hips trying to pull away, but my grip left her no room to maneuver. I sensed the moment when, with resignation, she gave up the fight and let me finish using her. I had been so distracted by her neediness that I was only just remembering that I was having sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Not only that, but I was filling her up with my sperm and she would thank me for it.

When my pulsing had finished unloading inside her and my breathing slowed down, I loosened my grip and placed my arms on either side of Rachel. She rubbed her hands along my chest and looked at the patterns her fingers were tracing in my chest hair.

“You really meant all that?” she asked. “You'd want me to... to have your baby?”

“That's how beautiful and sexy you are,” I assured her. A half-smile **** itself on her face and she glanced up at my eyes. Little twitches in her brow told me she was processing it all. I softened while still inside her, but I made no move to disengage until my member slipped out on its own.

“Now,” I said, “after you clean up, go back out there and think about this. Think about what it means. But let's keep it between us for now, OK?” Rachel nodded and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips before rolling away. I collapsed face down on the bed and sighed. I was almost ready to go again and was tempted to reprogram Rachel and call her back. But there would be time for that another day. Now, it was time for a nap.