Afraid, fighting back tears

I watched the color drain from Kayleen's face as she saw me laying in her bed, freezing up with her mouth hanging wide open. Tightening the wrap on her towel and backing up towards the entryway, she tried to stay as far away from me as possible. I didn't mean for things to end up this way, but it was exactly the type of scenario she was so afraid of ever since rejecting my advances. "Come on, where are you going? Close the door Kayleen, please. At least hear me out." She gulped loudly when she realized it wasn't the weed making her imagine someone in her room, I was here in the flesh.

The 22 year-old was absolutely stunned, looking at me dead silent with tears pooling up on her lower eyelids. I had thought about this exact situation for years, alone with Kayleen in her bedroom right after a shower. The helpless expression she wore added to the thrill in an unexpected way, making it even harder to restrain myself. I was in heaven, but Kayleen looked like she was in hell. Slowly closing the door behind her, Kayleen made no effort to step any closer to me than she already was, shivering in fear. A single teardrop fell from her right eye, rolling down her face and landing in the middle of Kayleen's pert chest, sliding down her cleavage before losing sight of it.

Backing away even further, Kayleen braced against the closed door, placing her palms flat against the wooden frame. In doing so the tiny white towel slipped down to the ground, baring all of her naked and freshly washed body. Rushing to hide herself, the Latina keeled over at the knees, never taking her eyes off me while reaching across her chest with her left arm and moving her right hand down to cover her pussy.

Heavy clumps of black hair fell down the sides of Kayleen's head, swiping across the top of her tits and giving them a faint shine. Following my eyes to her chest made the 22 year-old compress even further, dropping eye contact to curl down to cover more of her body. She didn't realize her plan was backfiring, the pitiful acts of self-preservation only fueling my lust, lowering my right hand to stroke myself. My cock was throbbing hard under the covers, but the thick duvet had concealed it for the most part, save for a tiny bump.

After all these years, Kayleen still didn't trust me, though I wasn't giving her many reasons to recently. Trying to kiss her when I knew she had a boyfriend, secretly recording her multiple times in the shower, sneaking into her bedroom to jerk off with her panties, breaking into her house and playing with myself in her bed, the list goes on and on. It hurt, but I got over it with another glance at Kayleen's nude figure.

"Okay Kayleen. If that's how you wanna treat your best friend, that's cool. But remember that I tried to reach out to you first. You made me do this." Throwing her purple bedsheets to the side, I revealed my cock, Kayleen catching a glimpse as she looked up to investigate the sound. Placing two feet on the ground and pushing myself off her bed, I made my way over to the quivering mess that she was, unable to move her eyes off my rock hard erection. Black tears streamed down her face as I approached, wiping them away with my thumbs as I reached down to her.

"Now, let's talk."