Page 10 of His Shy Girl

Bren2025RB:I’d go slow, Willow. Savor every inch. Kiss my way down to your cleavage, teasing my lips lower and lower, gauging your eyes. Your little whimpers. The color of your cheeks. Making sure you liked everything I was doing.

I think I’d love everything. My body is tingling all over just from his words.

Bren2025RB:Then if you’d let me, which I’m hoping you would, I’d slip my tongue right into your bra and run along your nipple. Feeling it tight and puckered. Feeling your hands grip in my hair, showing me you want more. That you don’t want me to stop.

I don’t want him to stop. My nipples have now grown taut under my shirt, poking through the material. Puckered just like he described. I want to hold his hands to the keyboard, make him give me more. His words are making my pulse race. Every inch of my pale skin is flushed red.

Bren2025RB:If we were in the game right now, I’d take my dagger and slice my blade right down your bodice, tearing the material away from your skin so I could stand back and feast away on your beauty. Admire the way your silky red locks cascade over your breasts. Memorize the color of your nipples against your fair skin.

How does he know I have red hair? Duh, my avatar in my game has red hair. I mirrored her as closely as I could to myself.

Bren2025RB:I’d fall to my knees in awe of my Kanturian princess and beg to be your servant. Would you give me the honor, Willow? Would you allow me to serve you fully?

My hand slides between my legs and I rub over myself, needing something to relieve the ache, whimpering as the rush of sensations rolls over me. I’ve never made out with a boy before. I’ve never felt desired in my life. I know this is happening behind a screen, but it feels so real. His words are gliding over every part, lighting me with tingles.

He’s waiting on an answer, but this time it’s not a maybe. Every part of me wants him.

Me:Yes.

Bren2025RB:I’d be the most dutiful servant, my princess. I’d kiss every inch. Starting at the tops of your feet. Sweeping my way around to your ankle. Running my lips up your leg. Trailing up your calf. Your inner thigh. Slowly gliding over your silky skin. Stopping right at the special spot hidden between your legs. I’d look up for your permission. Waiting for you to tell me I can kiss you there. Would you let me, Willow? Will you let me have a taste?

Again, my fingers smoothly type over the keys, my body begging for more.

Me:Yes.

Bren2025RB:God, you have no idea how badly I want you. I want to tear your little panties off and lick every inch.

I run my fingers down the waistband of my flannel pants, needing the contact. I’m already so slick. Slick and swollen. And so sensitive. My head falls back against my chair as the flutters cascade over me. I begin the slow, steady massage. Rubbing over my clit. Kneading it with my fingertips as I imagine his lips on me. It’s like a bundle of a million tiny nerves, setting off little electrical shocks all throughout my body. My computer dings again and I pry my eyes back open to read his message.

Bren2025RB:I bet you taste like candy. I’m starved for you, babe. I need to know how wet you are. Can you tell me if your panties are soaked? I’m imagining your fingers tucked inside them now, rubbing over your clit, working yourself over.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so soaked in my life. My body is on fire. My fingers working faster.

Bren2025RB:I hope your silence isn’t because I’ve scared you off.

I’m not scared. I just can’t think past the heat melting every single thought. The feelings are tightening between my legs. His hot words are shocking my entire system with an almost unbearable need.

I send him the message, typing one handed. Rubbing faster with the other.

Me:I’m still here. Just “distracted” by your words

Bren2025RB:God, I’d give anything to see you right now. To watch you get yourself off. I’d be rubbing my cock off to the show. I’m so hard right now, babe. I don’t think my dick has ever been this desperate before.

Oh God. I rub myself faster to the vision, wishing I could watch him stroke himself off. See the heaviness of his need working through him as his hand pumps his shaft.

Bren2025RB:Would you turn your camera on and let me watch?

Fear washes over me and the pleasure stutters, coming to a halt. I can’t turn my camera on, because then he’ll expect me to talk and will learn the truth about me. And then this will be over. I sit frozen. Not knowing what to say or what to do. How do I explain myself without sounding like a loser?

Bren2025RB:I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. We haven’t even met in person and I’m already trying to get to third base. (Feeling like an idiot right now.) Any chance you can delete my last message and pretend like I never sent it? LOL.

It’s not his fault. He’s a normal guy getting excited, wanting to take things further. I’m the one who’s messed up. I’m the one who isn’t normal.

I sit forward, watching every key as I type my message out, feeling that old familiar constriction in my nerves. If I needed to speak right now, no coherent words would leave my lips.

Me:I’m sorry, Brennon. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m really shy. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’d rather keep things in the chat. Is that okay?

Bren2025RB:That’s more than okay, baby. I was worried you were going to run from me.

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