"I'm so sorry. Please don't get me wrong." She became terrified and removed her hand from her bottom lips.
"Then enlighten me, your actions and behavior are not adding up, at this rate I might have to kick you out." I said, clearing the air.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll believe me," she admitted.
"And let me decide whether or not I believe in you or that I can help you. Don't just rely on assumptions." I tried to persuade her, a bad feeling raised up what if she is one of those creepy stalkers, not just some random girl, did she take any pictures while I slept, worse did she take advantage of me. These thoughts should have been on my mind when I first saw her but nope, I have to be drunk and stupid.
"I... I went to the beach with a group of friends. We had a good time, and they began to drink. I told them that I didn't enjoy drinking. They mixed it into my mocktail. And they were a bit insistent which creeped me out."
I interrupted her sentence when she spoke. "Did they mix drugs or something?"
"Maybe, I don't believe so. The problem is that I enjoy drinking, but I avoid it because I become extremely arose when I drink. I didn't want to show that side of myself to others, so I hid. With all the fear and running around, I got sober in no time." She went on.
I'm not sure how all of this relates, but I'm hoping she's not a serial killer at this point.
"I then called them and informed them that I was safe because you had allowed me to sleep on your bed.
"I mistook it for water and accidentally drank an entire glass of vodka on your table." she replied.
Oh shit, that my friend was lowkey drug, it was passed around the party, I pretended to drink and escaped here.
" Oh no, I'm so sorry. I should have brought it up. I kept drinking it after dinner and promptly forgot about it. "
"Are you okay?" I felt stupid for not mentioning her and for thinking she was a creep.
"No, I'm just scared and a little horny, and unable to sleep even though I'm tired." she softly replied.
I gulped as she said those words; she wasn't the only one who was horny at this point. I want to help her, but I don't want to make a move on a girl who is drunk, especially her. I don't want her to remember me in that manner. I messed up my brain because she innocently waited for my response and got chills from the cold, causing her entire body to shake, which gave me an idea. It's cute though how she is sleeping next to me in this small bed without a cover. It would have been creepy if it was someone else.
"I might have something that could help you," I smirked.
"I don't," she replied, and I cut her off by saying so.
"Don't worry I will not have sex with you, I have a brand new vibrator. You can make use of it. You must be tired from running around, use it." I spoke rapidly.
"That sounds great, but why do have it?" she said with a smile.
"It's in all the room, that brand is one of the sponsor." I replied, true. I was forced to be here, I've just turned into adult and these money grabbers want me to be here. And my father is very encouraging when it comes to making connections. Anybody would die to be in my position for me it's just suffocating.
We returned to the room which she originally slept in and discovered the box, which contained two new sex toys. The box was neatly packed and came with instructions. One had a small cylindrical vibrator, and the other resembled a real dick with a vibrating option. I laid them out for her and gave her the gel that came with the package.
"Take your time." Despite my gentlemanly demeanor, I winked and left the room because I wanted to hear her groans over the vibrations. I should have been able to hear the vibrator at least, but I couldn't.
Why? Why? I was listening intently for minutes like a desperate virgin who never seen a women. Why am I drawn to her, I'm sober and can't even blame alcohol.
"Excuse me," she said as she knocked on the door.
In a flash, I got out of the bed and I opened the door and asked, "Is the product defective??? I'm sorry," I said,
"that's not it." She spoke. Did she change her mind and want me instead, Zin have some control.
"Oh, I guess you're not into vibrators or did you sober up?" I asked after a brief pause and fighting a battle in my head.
"It's not like that," she said and looked down, her shorts were unbuttoned, and her top was slightly out of place and her hair was messy.
"It's my first time using it, and I'm afraid to get it any closer. And I don't know how to use it then," she responded holding bigger toy. Is she really this innocent or am I being payed. If it's some sort of scheme I don't want to be labelled as rapist better to keep my distance.
I approached the box, grabbed the instructions, and handed them to her and turned on the lights, it took me a minute to adjust to the light. she looks messy but an angel.
She squinted her eyes worked hard to understand and struggled, figures and I'm the stupid one who gave a drunk person to read letter of a size of an ant.
"If you don't mind, could I assist you with that?" I offered assistance while terrified how she might misunderstand and praying deep inside not to freak her out.
"If you don't mind," she said helplessly and scared and her eyes look like she's about to cry from embarrassment. To be sure I read it myself for a bit, checking on power button, and vibration levels. And she stood there biting her lips and squeezing her fingers to the point of redness.
"I know you're scared, but please calm down. I won't touch you unless you say so." I attempted to calm her down.
I took the blanket from outside, shut the door, and turned off light and put on a dim lamp next to the bed. I washed my hands and approached her, saying, "Tell me if it feels uncomfortable," and sat next to her. My heart is pounding, Am I really doing this, I'm more nervous than her, my hands are shaking.
"Can you not touch me?" She asked a question by expressing herself. Now it was evident that she wasn't interested in me. This is pure torture.
I replied, "Okay, I'll tell you what to do. Just follow my instructions."
"Can I bind your hands for my safety?" She inquired, her voice trembling.
"I won't do anything. If you're scared, you can do that, but not too tightly okay?" I said, bringing my tie I wore earlier this day and handed it to her.
" I'm not trying to be rude or anything. And thank you for all your assistance," she said as she tied my hands in front of me. The tie wasn't a strong one, I could break free if I wanted to. There it was again, the cherry and cinnamon scent and the cold hand. How did she feel? I was the one who stayed on the balcony. We were close I guess this is as close as w are going to get.
"What shall I do first?" she asked as she moved away from me, sitting directly in front of me.
"Put a finger down there, then move slowly, and apply gel if it hurts. When it's free, put it inside and turn the button on." I described the procedure as if it were a scientific experiment.
"It's embarrassing," she finally said after a long pause.
" It is, indeed. That's why I said I'd leave." As it were sexual frustration, I tried to control it.
"What if something goes wrong?" she wondered and she was still using her fingers. she is keeping me on edge, is she testing how much I will be able to hold back on my crush.
I could see her face and not pleasure, not hurt. embarrassed and eyes closed, and her cleavages became more and more center of attention. This is literally killing me.
"Enough with the fingers, it should fit in that small toy." I spoke turning away. She put it in, and turned on the switch and the vibration was strong, I could feel it on my each and whole room was filled with that sound, and I got boner by looking at her in fetus position next to my tied hands. and then she quickly stopped. It was awkward for me and same for her.
"All right, I'll turn off the light and put on some music. If you are scared, hold my hand. " I spoke. I'm going to take my chances, getting of of this situation soon.
"That's fine with me," she said.
Before turning out the light, I played some mashups with my loosely tied hands. If she were a kidnapper she would really fail. But then they might stay just to hang around her right, her looks are maybe better than ropes.
"Is this all right?" I requested that she confirm her agreement.
"Yes, I will begin," she replied.
She reclined against the wall with a pillow behind her, I sat across from her this time much closer I could feel the heat from her body, and the music wasn't too loud. The music began to irritate my ears and my hand hurt after a few minutes keeping them in same position. I could feel the vibrations on the bed; the darkness in the room intensified the sensation; Damn, if only there had been no music, I could have heard her moans. After a few seconds, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Are you enjoying?" I asked.
She flinched and took her hand away as soon as she heard me. I finally lost control and said, "I think I should head back, Sorry. My hands are hurting" I was about to get up.
"It's okay, you don't have to leave." she admitted, embarrassed. She helped me take off the tie.
It was difficult to digest the situation, her in that state, leaning on me in pleasure, and I almost came when I heard her speak to me in an embarrassed tone. If she had been able to see me, I would have appeared like a sex driven maniac.
She continued to pleasure herself and her lips slightly touched my hands, sending chills all over he body, all my senses were heightened. She squeezed me tight I could feel her breath and she relaxed and took out the toy. and closed her eyes and slept.
I slept outside with the blanket, and my mind was so clear once I jerked off and promptly fell asleep when I was finished thinking about her and the sensual feelings.