Close Your Eyes Little Girly Boy

I sit on his stomach, looking down into his big hazel eyes that have more flecks of green than gold in them. So handsome, I think. So lucky to have him all to myself. His hands rest on my bare, hairless thighs (I shave) just below my green athletic shorts. He returns my stare with a raised eyebrow and pursed butterfly lips. His eyebrows are dark and arched, but not too thick. Fits his olive-toned skin and almond-shaped eyes nicely. Overall, his face has a classical beauty to it. Very Greco-Roman with his prominent, straight nose. It’s not like mine, which is larger and hooked, though not grotesquely so.

I slowly trace my finger down the center of his chest, which, like my legs, is hairless but not from shaving. My touch is delicate, light. It glides over to his left nipple and circles it. To get his attention, I give it a pinch. “What’re you doing on my bed?” I ask with an assertiveness I don’t normally have. It comes from being in my own territory: my room.

Without answering, he squeezes my thighs and flashes me a wolfish grin. His hold tightens. He digs his nails into my skin. I gasp and he beams even more, like a sadist. My cock hardens, stretching out the front of my briefs, tenting my shorts. “Let go,” I say even though I really like it. I would want nothing more then for him to pull out my dick and wrap his moistened lips around its head while he rakes his nails down my leg. I lower my eyelids over my doe-like eyes and dwell on the fantasy.

“And what if I don’t?” he asks, snapping me back into reality. “You couldn’t make me.” I see him noticing my crotch. “Even if you wanted to, you cock hungry slut.”

I slap him in the face for the affront. The sound is sharp. It resonates through the room. He immediately returns the favor. The sound is dull. The force of the smack—from a palm much broader than mine—knocks me down. I cradle my (undoubtedly) reddened cheek and glance at him through narrowed eyes. From the shift in position, my left leg is sprawled across his belly. I lie on my elbows. If he had been a stranger I would have left the scene immediately to kick him out or threaten with a call to the cops. Instead, I give him some time.

“Bitch,” he calls me as if it were my name. He begins to sit up, scooting out from underneath me.

The game of cat and mouse has begun. I’m the mouse: small, quick, crafty. He, the cat: hungry, fierce, predatory.

“Fuck you,” I spit with feigned hatred.

He chuckles and grabs onto my arm and ankle to pull me towards him. “Come here,” he says as I am dragged closer.

Not being defeated so soon, I wriggle and writhe and kick his chest. With my other foot I push against his side. My plan doesn’t work until I’m able to plant my restrained foot on his neck and push off from there. He chokes and coughs and, most importantly, releases me. Free, I squeak in delight and scurry across the length of the bed. Just as I reach the foot of the bed, however, he pounces on me and bites my shoulder. I wince and am flattened down to the mattress. He’s twice my size, though not overweight. I slide my arms underneath my chest and try to use them to arch up against his force. Though it’s straining, it works for a minute until he puts all of his weight down to keep me in place. “I don’t think so,” he says. I’m crushed and can hardly breathe.

“Get off…get off,” I gasp. The words are breathy and soft to emphasize the compromising and potentially dangerous position I’m in.

“Oh, I’m going to get off,” he purrs in my ear. “All over your pretty, girlish face.” Despite his teasing, he gets the point and lets up off of me. Killing me is not his goal, after all. He just wants a fuck. I take the opportunity to playfully scramble off the bed head and hands first. Just as my body bends at the foot of the bed, however, he grabs me by my skinny legs and pulls me back. This time, he really drags me up even though I’m exceptionally difficult, threatening to kick him in the face. To incapacitate me, he tickles my feet (my weakness) and the back of my thighs. I’m helpless to tickles—I hate them.