14 Exposed!
988 Words
Doris screamed at the realization that she had been, for all intent and purposes, playing with Westley's genitals, and she pulled her hand away quickly, as a child might do after accidentally touching a hot burner. But, like a cruel mother who thinks that her child hasn't quite learned their lesson yet, Westley grabbed her hand and held it where it was.
"Who's there?" Doris shouted as she tried to withdraw her hand.
"It's me," Westley replied, and then he began to laugh. "Who else would be wandering the hallway with their dingus hanging out?!?!?"
Doris stopped screaming and stammered in confusion: "Prof ... Professor Gates?"
"Yes," Westley replied. "Don't be afraid. it's me."
Doris began to calm down, and she was surprised by how easily Westley's words had settled her nerves. The feelings she got when he spoke were like the ones she'd had when she was climbing a tree as a child. When she got too high to come down, her grandfather had always stood under the tree, reached out his hands to her, and said, "Doris, don't be afraid. Grandpa is here."
In another way, Westley's voice also reminded Doris of her Mother's. Doris remembered how, when she'd walked for the first time on her own, her mother had taken her little hand – just like Westley had her hand now – and said, "Darling, don't be afraid. Mommy is here." And it seemed like, with Westley, Doris had suddenly found a safe place. Without thinking it over, Doris stood up and threw herself into Westley's arms. "I am a little bit afraid of the dark," she admitted as he wrapped his arms around her.
Doris felt her naked body against his naked body and found that the urge to pull away from him had disappeared. That being said, his prick poked uncomfortably at her belly, causing her to frown. She looked up at Westly shyly and said, "Your thingy is hard, even harder than before…"
"You did that," Westley said. "I got harder when you were touching it."
As hard as Westley's p***s was now, it very much reminded her of the gift that Lydia had sent her. So, maybe it isn't as disgusting as I'd initially thought it was – Doris thought absently, and the idea of it inside her made her quiver.
Momentarily, the lights flickered, and then they came back on, and suddenly the position that they were in felt very wrong to Doris. She pushed Westly away and was surprised to see that he wasn't naked. He was wearing a bathrobe, and he'd simply opened it up. He closed it quickly now, and Doris realized that she was naked, and he was not, and she was humiliated. She could feel his eyes on her. He is taking a mental scan of my body – Doris realized – so that he never forgets what I look like naked!
Doris's skin was white and pink, like baby's skin. Her wet hair stuck to the back of her slender neck and flowed, unruly, over her round, sexy shoulders. Under her beautiful collarbones, there were two perfect arcs, each like a peach. Her breasts her small but perky. Her skin was tight, and her n*****s were puffy. She had slender arms, and a small, barely noticeable pouch of fat over her stomach that rose and fell with each breath. Her hips were girlish still, and her pubic hair was sparse and light, which allowed Westley to see through it to her labia.
Clothed, Doris was nothing special to look at; naked, though, that was another story, and to Westley, she was a masterpiece, a woman-child, and unlike any other student that he'd been with before.
When Doris saw his eyes down there, she covered herself and turned around, inadvertently giving him a good look-over on the other side. For a girl her size, her buttocks were slightly larger that one would expect, but they were tight. And although she wasn't very tall, her legs were slender.
As Doris turned around, she spotted her towel to the left of her, pressed up against the wall. How did it get there? – she wondered – and how did I miss it?
Doris grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around her body, and tried to get back to her room. Unfortunately, to get there, she had to get past him, and he was not ready for her to play her disappearing trick on him again.
Westly smiled at her, and his eyes were cruel. He grabbed her by the arms, threw her against the wall, and pressed her wrists against the wall. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, and she could feel his prick pressed against her once more. "What is your game?" he hissed. "One minute, you're practically jerking me off, and the next, you're acting like I have the plague. Don't you realize that if you keep this up, I will eventually take what I want? Or is that what you want me to do? Do you like it rough?"
"No!" Doris cried. Tears began to run down her face, and she said, "It isn't like that. It was an accident. The lights were out, and I was looking for my cell phone!"
"And you think my 'Little Westley,' down there, feels like a cell phone?"
"No," Doris groaned. "I mean, I was looking for my towel so that I could go for my cell phone…"
"What about the vibrator in your room?" Westley sneered. "You must be hungry for the 'D'! So why settle for a toy when you could have the real thing?!?!?"
Doris reeled. f*****g Lydia – her mind screamed – I didn't even use the toy and look at how much trouble it's gotten me into already! Doris had no idea how she would get herself out of this predicament, but she was thinking that she'd kill her friend the next time she saw her. f*****g Lydia – she thought again, this time with less angst - f**k! f**k f**k…
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