Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's A Sin: 2

She blushed hard as she remembered that night again, and put the phone down again. What was she supposed

to do - send this asshole a picture of her tits just so he would help her prove that she was straight? | mean, she

supposed that's what straight girls that weren't saving themselves for marriage did all the time, but that wasn't

really a world she was a part of, until now.

She considered asking him what other pictures he had of that night, but honestly she didn't want to know.

Anything more revealing than that had an equal chance of making her hang herself in shor tempting her to

play with herself to the memories of that night. Both of those actions were terrible sins though, and she wanted

nothing to do with either of them. Instead she grabbed her phone, went to the bathroom, and locked the door.

Once she was alone she took off her top and took a long look at her breasts. She'd never imagined showing them

to anyone but her future husband, but she supposed that technically it wouldn't be a sin to let Brian see them.

Afterall she wasn't going to have sex with him or anything. She was just giving him a little taste. The only taste

he'd ever have of her, she hoped, and it's not like she had anything to be ashamed of. Her apple sized breasts

were pretty and perky, and topped with pretty pink nipples any guy would be lucky to see them.

With an acid taste at the back of her mouth she bit the bullet and took a picture, sending it after she verified that

there was nothing in the background that would reflect her face or anything like that. Just like the picture you

sent me, that picture could belong to anyone."

'Well, anyone wearing your cross | guess, but that's fine. I'll see the rest of you tomorrow at six, Ivy. After that

she spent the rest of the day hating herself for what she'd done, but she didn't see another way to fix this. The

only bright side was that he hadn't saved either of the pictures she'd sent him. That was a good thing if it meant

he was respecting her boundries, but if he didn't bother because he was sure he could see even more in

peerson, well... The thought haunted her, and the self hatred turned to a pure exercise of willpower after she

turned off the lights to go to bed. That picture reminded her of everything she'd done the other night with Anna,

and it made her weak. From the way her hair smelled while their tongues wrestled to the way her hand felt when

it slipped inside her panties... Ivy eventually had to take a second, much colder shower before she was able to

keep her hands to herself.

In the morning she couldn't remember her dreams, but the fact that she needed to change her panties told her

all she needed to know about them. School wasn't much better, but at least there she finally started to feel like

she'd done the right thing. She knew people were gossiping about her now, from the way they glanced at her

and back as they continued their own private conversations between classes and at lunch. Honestly anything

less than this plan probably would have been a complete failure. She thanked the lord for teaching her to be

humble and kept her head down until it was tfor Brian to pick her up for their date.

He showed up dressed like a perfect gentleman so he could introduce him to her parents without issue, and if he

was disappointed that she chose a skirt and blouse that was a lot less revealing than the picture he'd sent her

the other day, he didn't show it. Instead he drove her to the game, and flirted with her publicly enough that she

felt confident enough that all of this was going to blow over by the end of the week. Sure, he occasionally

crossed the line, and she had to move his hand back from her mid thigh to her knee a couple times while they

sat in the bleachers, but on the whole he was well behaved enough that she didn't have any real concerns.

Their school won handily as the Condors trounced the Wildcats 4-1, not that sports had ever really been her

thing, so as they walked to his car it felt like the perfect end to a perfect evening. It was only when she realized

that Brian was driving away from her hinstead of toward it, that those thoughts faded along with the last

remnants of the setting sun.

"Where are you going?" she asked innocently enough. "I have curfew in a couple hours, and its a school night

so..."

"Don't worry Ivy - | got you covered." he said, "We just have to make a couple stops first. You want stotally

heterosexual rumors to spread about us, don't you?" "Yeah, but--" she nodded.

"Well then I got a reputation to maintain, so we need to go to at least one after party when we win like that." he

interrupted, flashing her a smile. "Those are the rules." She smiled back, but said nothing. At least she knew that

he wasn't up to anything weird. Getting seen with him at a party wouldn't exactly be the worst thing in the world

either,

Ten minutes later though, he was pulling over on a small side road in the middle of nowhere. "Uh Brian - where's

the party?

"That's the second stop" he said, turning off the car and getting out. "But people who drive straight to the party

after the gare pretty much losers. You need to disappear for a little while, so people think you've been up to

something you shouldn't, you know?" He opened the car door, and hesitantly, she got out. The town was

currently hidden behind two hills, but there was a lovely moonrise reflected in the reservoir which they see just

past the treeline from their lonely viewpoint.

"Alright, but no funny business," she said curtly, She was sure he'd taken plenty of girls here, but she was

equally sure it worked most of the time. A handsguy like him, with a beautiful view. It would be the easiest

thing in the world for a girl like her to give into a guy like him. Not that she was going to though. She might be

straight, but she definitely wasn't easy.

"Of course not," he said, walking up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "Just totally normal

hetero teenage things." She stood there, feeling his powerful hands effortlessly massaging her, and unsure of

quite what to do. She didn't really want him to touch her like this, but then he wasn't actually touching anywhere

bad yet.

"Brian--" she started to protest, but that was when he kissed her. As soon as she turned halfway towards him he

took advantage of it and closed the rest of the distance. For a moment she was too stunned to stop him, and he

managed to force his tongue into her mouth before she pulled away.

"Brian," she said again, this ta little more sharply than she meant to. "This isn't what | want."

"Oh, | know that princess," he said, slowly advancing toward her even as she retreated. "You want to show

everyone how straight you are while you leavewith big blue balls - just like you did with all the other guys

you've dated this year." "That's not how | would put it," she said, swallowing hard at how uncomfortably he put

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"But what | want," he said, ignoring her answer, "Is to be able to tell the truth when | tell my buddies that you

andparked for a while and had a good time. That shouldn't be a problem if you're just a straight girl who is

saving her pussy for marriage. Only a dyke would have a problem with a little kissing, right? Or are you saving

your mouth for marriage too?"