The woman was a temptress, and her appeal had only grown over time. His love grew with every passing year, and every year he kept his feelings for her hidden. Wanting her was never the problem. Pretending not to want her was the worst. Paul had been succeeding in staying away from her, but now, days after her twenty-first birthday she came and asked him this when her brother was away on one of his adventures. Mitch was known for taking off days and weeks at a time to go exploring with a tent and the barest of essentials to keep him alive.
“Why don’t you want to teach me? If it’s not because you find me unattractive, then what is the problem?”
He would never have answered his door if he’d known this is what was going to confront him. Saying no to her was a nightmare. Never had he said no to her before. He prided himself on giving her everything she desired even though she didn’t have a clue what she meant to him. To her this could just be about sex and fucking but to him, if he was not careful, it would mean a hell of a lot more. The moment he took Rachel in his arms, he was never going to let her go.
“You should be saving your virginity for someone who means something to you. Who will cherish this gift you are about to give them,” he said.
I’m the one, Rachel. I’ll cherish you and give you everything you need, children, family the lot.
The thought of Rachel swollen with his child make his cock harder than stone. His desire for her refused to go away no matter how much he fought.
“I’m twenty-one, Paul. I want to know about sex, and I trust you to teach me. I don’t want my first time to be with someone I don’t know. I want it to be with someone I can trust. You’re the only guy I can trust with this.”
Her words didn’t soothe him. In fact, her words only made it harder for him to firm his resolve. She trusted him with the gift of her virginity and body, and yet he could give her so much more.
She doesn’t have a clue how I feel. I never had the chance to talk to her about my feelings.
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What did she have to do to get him to agree? Rachel had spent the better part of the last week working up the nerve to ask her brother’s best friend to teach her all about sex. Paul Ellis had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. His dark penetrating eyes held her to the spot every time. His shoulder-length blond hair called to her to run her fingers through, and his muscles made her mouth water. She used to watch him and Mitch work out together, lifting weights and getting into shape. He featured in all of her lustful daydreams along with the dreams she had when she was asleep. For most of her life she’d been vying for his attention and failing. She knew he cared about her, but she wanted more from him. Caring was no longer strong enough. Her thoughts were filled by him, consuming her completely. There were times she felt like a stalker with regards to him. She knew who he slept with and where he went most days of the week.
I need to get a life.
No matter how many times she promised herself to get over him, she kept going back for more.
Was she a glutton for punishment?
How could she make the guy she’d been in love with for the whole of her life notice her? For years she’d been debating that question when finally the answer came to her one night after reading an erotic book. The story itself was insignificant to her. The only thing she remembered was the proposition of the heroine to the hero. She knew the age gap may be a problem. Paul was thirty-one to her twenty–one, but the ten years didn’t bother her.
What better way to get Paul to notice her than to proposition him? Her plan bad been simple in her head, and asking him to teach her about sex had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, whereas now she was starting to think it was a terrible idea. Books should not be used as a how-to guide. She wanted to shock him into noticing her, not just as Mitch’s little sister but as the woman she’d turned into. Paul was well known for his sex appeal around town. Most of the girls raved about his prowess in the bedroom. They talked often about how he liked hard, rough sex with no commitment. She couldn’t recall a woman he’d dated. Paul fucked women, and that was it. He was the one in control in the bedroom. When Paul demanded something, there was no stopping him until he got it. The tales and stories she heard were enough to leave her running scared, if not for her obsession with erotic literature. Rachel wanted this man, and she would do anything to gain his attention. She wasn’t a stupid woman. Her virginity was only intact because she’d been waiting for Paul. Otherwise she’d have lost it a long time ago. There was never a right time when it came to them, and she’d grown tired of waiting for him. Watching other women have him while she waited for him to notice her had gotten old real fast.
She loved him with her whole heart. Mitch wouldn’t approve of her feelings, but there was nothing she could do to stop how she felt.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. You’re innocent.” His arms went up in the air. She didn’t know what he was thinking. His face was red, but she couldn’t figure out why. “Do you even know what a man wants from you?” he asked.
“I’ve never had sex, Paul. I know the science of it.”
“Science? Shit, there is more to fucking than science. Sex is not loving and gentle. It can be hard and rough. You won’t be able to handle what I want, and you shouldn’t be approaching men like you did me. Fuck, Rachel, what the hell are you doing?” His question seemed rhetorical to her.
There was no budging him. She saw he was holding up a wall, and she needed to smash it down.
“I know sex is different for everyone.”
He laughed.
“That doesn’t mean I won’t be able to handle you,” she said.
Paul kept his back to her the whole time. The stubborn man he’d turned into stood firmly in his place. She didn’t like it.
“What can I do to convince you I’m ready, huh?” She stood up and moved to where he stood in his kitchen. He never cooked as far as she could tell, and yet his kitchen looked well kept. She tried to call him before turning up on his door step, but he’d been firm and refused her request to see him. Getting him at his own place had been easier than trying to get him to come to her at the house she shared with Mitch. Rachel moved up against the sink where he stood. Pressing a hand to his back she got him to turn. At first, Paul fought her, but then he turned to face her. She was struck by his dark brown gaze as he stared at her. A shiver worked up her spine. Her breasts tingled as her nipples hardened. Licking her lips, she forced herself to keep looking back at him. She played with the tails of her shirt for several seconds. Rachel struggled with indecision on what to do next. Could she live with herself if he turned her away?
Forcing the doubts out of her head she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His hands came out holding onto her arms. Rachel gazed at him waiting for him to speak with her hands poised on the next button.
“Rachel, stop,” he said. Paul seemed nervous. His gaze kept watching her hands before going back to look at her eyes and then returning to where she was unbuttoning her shirt. He made no other move to stop her even though his words begged her to stop. At the last button she pulled the shirt away from her body.
“Holy shit.” She heard him groan the words. Rachel wore no bra, no lace, nothing. Her breasts hung wild and free. She moved to her jeans, and in no time at all she stood before him in nothing apart from a small lace thong covering her pussy.