Page 16 of Good Girl

“Are you uncomfortable?” Derek asked.

“Yes,” I replied instantly, then I shook my head. “No... no, I’m... I’ve never done anything like this before, and I mean... I’m this and you’re...”

“I’m what?”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re not?” Derek’s eyes narrowed. “Take your underwear off, Charlotte. I want to see all of you, but I will not ask a third time.”

To my surprise, a sudden pulse of annoyance washed over me. I was annoyed at Derek because... because he was calling me beautiful? That almost didn’t make sense. Could he really not see how wrong he was?

“I’m not,” I snapped slightly. “How can you say that when you’ve seen all the other girls—”

“I didn’t askother girlsto stay behind with me, did I? I asked you,” Derek stated firmly. “I understand. You are anxious, you have a lot to unravel about how you feel about yourself, and you have never done this before. But I am here, asking you to strip so I can admire your gorgeous breasts and glimpse the pretty little pussy I know sits between your thighs. But if it is too much, then you are free to walk away.”

Every word out of his mouth sent my heart racing harder and harder in my chest and I almost couldn’t breathe. Warmth clenched between my thighs as my chest constricted slightly.

This has to be a dream,a fantasy conjured up from falling asleep in class. If this is just a dream, then what would be the harm in following it through to the end?

“I...” I began, and Derek slowly moved closer. He stopped in front of me and delicately grasped my chin once more. Just like that, my mind went quiet.

“Charlotte,” he purred softly, “you know what I want. I know you want to stop being a good girl, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be obedient. You haven’t left, you want to be here, so let me see.”

The urge to please him, to make Derek happy that he asked me here, surged up so rapidly that I barely noticed that my hands were no longer shaking until I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. His words, his very touch, had calmed me once more.

Derek stepped back, and I slid my bra from my shoulders, dropping it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. His lips parted, and a rosy pink tongue darted out to wet them. My gut clenched with nerves as I dropped my hands to my panties and Derek’s gaze followed them.

In a single surge of confidence, I dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Taking a deep breath, I fought to calm the sudden wild flutter of my heart, and a nervous heat pulsed through me from head to toe. Derek, to my surprise, looked at me with such adoration that warmth prickled behind my eyes.

Fuck, was I going to cry?

I was emotional because he found me beautiful?

“Charlotte,” Derek said softly, “I’m going to touch you now. Is that okay?”

I nodded.

“I need vocal consent,” he added.

“Yes,” I managed after a moment, and I closed my eyes. If this was a dream, I was going to wake up the second he touched me, I just knew it. Derek’s warm presence moved around me, and he came to a stop behind me.

Suddenly, his large, warm hands settled on both of my shoulders, and he kneaded into the muscles with one roll of his hands.

“Relax,” he murmured, his lips so close to my ear that I felt the faintest brush of them against my skin. I couldn’t relax, but Derek’s hands never left me. They slid down both my arms, then his entire solid form pressed up against my naked back. I gasped.

He was so tall and warm, but what surprised me the most was how solid and muscular he felt. At a glance, he didn’t look like a typically well-built guy, but having him press against me changed that immediately. His hands swept from my arms to my stomach, and I fought a grimace. Having someone caress what I disliked was an alien feeling, but Derek didn’t stop. He continued to stroke over my abdomen, then his palms skimmed upward and he grasped two handfuls of my large breasts.

I whimpered in surprise and jolted back against him, his rough palms teasing over my nipples, and they stiffened to peaks instantly. A pulse of embarrassment shot through me, and I tried to step back once again, but I had nowhere to go. Derek was a firm statue behind me, and he used that grip on my breasts to pull me back into his body.

“The things I want to do to you, Charlotte,” he groaned softly, and his lips pressed against the top of my head.

“Like what?” I managed to gasp out through each trembling breath escaping my lungs.

“Things no one has ever done.”

“No one has ever done anything,” I whimpered. “I’m a... avirgin.”

The word escaped into the air, and Derek’s hands paused on my breasts. Instantly, my world started to turn cold as if I had immediately ruined whatever this was going to be. Just as that fear started to take hold, Derek’s left hand released my left breast and slid back down to my stomach, then further still.

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