Myles continued to massage my thigh, my skin tight boxers growing tighter by the second. His sweet, knowing smile made my body writhe in my restraints and I felt so hesitant to admit to any of the feelings that Myles had claimed I confided in him the night before. I was unsure, warry. His touch, however, made me feel weak. There was something about him and the way he looked at me that made me shiver and tremble. I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t let this drunken mistake turn into some shameful experience that I would always regret. There was something that made me want to give in, to finally experience something that I had apparently secretly dreamt of. I couldn’t let myself fall into this trap that Myles had strapped me into. I needed to resist. He had something else in mind.
“Now, well…now we just play a little bit, I guess.” He smiled. “Just something slow and easy to start. Nothing too crazy, nothing too intense. Maybe just a little test to see what you think, to remember the things that you were talking to me about last night.”