The Nerve of the Bitch!

She sighed with anger. "No. I'm not going to do this. I'm going to stick with girls. It's the smart thing to do," she said. She spoke to herself, ignoring Andrew's existance entirely.

He would not be ignored, with his hand still between her leg. Now he was angry. This was the definition of a cock-tease. His hand, first softly massaging her thigh, switched into a very militant mode and dove right for her pussy, digging in and creating a place for it. He showed no mercy or tenderness as he pushed past her pussy lips and began fingering like mad.

"Stop! I told you I didn't want this!" she hissed, and tried to grab his hand away. He stood up and with one hand in her pussy, he used his other hand to push her against the kitchen table. He held her back. "What, Andrew, you think you're going to **** me?"

"You want this," he said as he put two more fingers in and began a firm thrusting motion. "Don't be a stupid dyke. I can feel you're already wet, you red-headed pervert."

She was wet, but tried to deny it. "No! I'm a lesbian!"

"No you're not," he said, pushing forth into her with a dark intensity, pulling his hand out and forcing her arms against the kitchen table. His now exposed cock tormented her pussy lips.

His angry, masculine grip holding her, she wasn't too sure what to do. He whispered into her ear: "If you want it, say so. I'm not going to **** you. You want it," he said with a new confidence taken from rejection. Somewhere, Warren was smiling.