Chaos Chapter 5 #3
I thought for a moment, then shook my head. “No, you go ahead and get undressed.”
As she did, I removed my cut and hung it on the hook by the door. Next, I took off my shirt. It was a T-shirt that I hung over the back of a nearby chair. AnnMarie was quick and had her top, bra, and shoes off and was working on her jeans, and I’d only removed the two items. I paused to watch.
She worked her jeans down her hips and to the floor, where she stepped free of them. Then she grasped the waistband of her panties. Her neck and chest were flushed pink, and she had trouble meeting my gaze as she removed the last piece. When she was done, she stood there, not making eye contact.
Her figure was pleasing. Her pussy was covered in a short patch of hair. Her tits were more than enough. All things that would have easily aroused me in the past. My cock didn’t stir. Gritting my teeth, I knew I had to put more effort into getting hard for once.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs,” I told her.
AnnMarie awkwardly scrambled onto the bed and assumed the position. Now, I could see her pink pussy lips peeking out. Knowing I postponed long enough, I walked to the bed. I’d remove my boots and pants after I was hard. First, I’d get her and myself primed.
I sat on the edge of the bed. She watched me as I raised my hand and cupped her tit. She jumped. I ran a work-roughened thumb over her nipple. She shivered, and a soft moan burst from her mouth. I did it again.
I began working that nipple harder, using my fingers to twist and tug.
The other tit, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and thrashed it with my tongue, drawing strongly on it.
I knew AnnMarie was enjoying what I did.
Her moans and sighs and the way her body wiggled on the bed told me that.
And normally, this would be more than enough to get me hard.
It didn’t, but I kept at it. Finally, after several minutes, I raised my head.
She was panting, and nothing was happening in my jeans. My cock was asleep.
For the first time, I had to apologize for not getting hard with a woman and for wasting her time. “AnnMarie, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I can go get one of the others. Tell me who is more desirable to you,” she whispered.
“No, don’t. AnnMarie, listen to me, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I don’t want you to think you did anything wrong,” I rushed to tell her. I hated the tears and her obvious belief that she was to blame.
“You don’t need to say that, Chaos, to protect me. A man like you should have no problem getting excited. The only reason is that you don’t find me attractive. I’ll get dressed and let you find someone else.”
In a flash, she rolled off the bed and started snatching up her clothes. I couldn’t let her leave like this. I got up and rounded the bed. I latched onto her wrist. She froze.
“AnnMarie, look at me,” I demanded.
Her hesitant gaze met mine.
“I’m not lying. And fetching someone else will result in the same thing happening. You were the only woman out there that I thought desirable. And it isn’t your fault that I can’t do this. It’s mine.”
I paused, then decided I had to tell her the truth, or she’d keep beating herself up.
“See, the thing is, there’s a woman. She’s someone I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
But I can’t go after her unless I know my incessant thoughts are due to more than the desire for sex.
There’s a complication, an obstacle that I have to get past to be with her.
And I wasn’t about to try unless I was sure she meant more than sex to me.
I asked you here to see if I could do it with you.
If I could, then clearly, she isn’t special.
” I hoped my words made sense. They sounded like a convoluted mess to me.
Surprise appeared, then she smiled. “Chaos, I believe you got your answer. Obviously, she has to be special. You’re not hard.
And if you’re telling me the truth, then there’s only one explanation.
She means more than a casual hookup. Does it sound weird to say I’m honored that you chose me to try with?
I think whoever she is, she’s a very lucky woman.
You shouldn’t delay in telling her how you feel about her and what you want with her.
If you’re sincere, then the obstacle you have to get past shouldn’t be a problem if you truly want to get past it. ”
There it was, her sweetness. I smiled at her.
“AnnMarie, I know why you came here. But I’ve got to say, you are too damn sweet and nice to be a club bunny.
You deserve more. And you need to find another place to stay on your days off so that you can be free of this role.
Thank you for understanding,” I told her.
I leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. When I finished, I walked back to my shirt. I kept my back turned to her as I dressed. I wanted to respect her dignity more than I had at the beginning of this experiment.
“I’m dressed,” she said softly a couple of minutes later.
I faced her.
“I have a suggestion, Chaos. I doubt you want anyone else to know what we did or didn’t do in here. How about we relax and watch TV for a little bit? Then, we’ll go back to the common room and pretend, well, you know,” AnnMarie suggested.
I chuckled. “Thanks. I don’t deserve it, but I’ll take it. And I don’t want anyone assuming you were at fault.”
And that was how I spent the next half hour watching a sitcom and talking in a crash room with a club bunny without having sex. I never would’ve thought that would ever happen.