Thread: Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

RE Start of Darkness Google said Right now Dominic was truly enjoying himself, he was in a half decent movie that he was able to enjoy without paying much attention at all to it, and he was slowly slipping his fingers into the panties of the lovely young thing beside him. He was able to feel the moisture gathering there, he was just starting and her body already responded to him to wonderfully, such a sensitive little red head. Given enough time, and Dominic suspected it wouldn't be much longer, he knew that he would be able to have her body contorting in the chair as she struggled to hold back screams of pleasure. He had plenty of experience working with the female form, he considered himself skilled but her body was like a finely tuned instrument beyond any other, as if a talented violinist had gotten a Stradivarius dropped into their lap. What would he be able to do with a little bit more effort and time with her, she exuded innocence and given how responsive she was... just what would he be able to mold her into, what would he be able to expose her too, could a little effort shape her into what he had always truly desired? He heard the people turning around before them but that hardly mattered, he knew they wouldn't be able too see anything and even if they could it would show them that the schools innocent beauty was all his. He was feeling her hand slip into his pants, he wished that she had bothered to unzip them first so that she would get a real feel but this was an excellent start but his fingers were lightly pressing into her, tight but eased by the moisture and then... it was then that she said stop after moaning his name just a moment before. Dominic didn't stop, at least not right away, his fingers stroking for just a moment longer and even running across the little bundle of nerves right at the top of her slit. He did stop though, a little late after she had spoken but he did withdraw his hand from her leg, bringing it to his lips and lightly tasting the moisture that had gathered at his finger tips. He didn't fail to hear what had been said ahead of them, and he wasn't just going to let someone talk about her like that, she was his. Normally he would be happy to just jump the few rows between them and kick them in the back of the head. He had gotten thrown out of one of his previous schools for starting a brawl but considering this was the first date he didn't want to start a fight before her, holding his temper down and instead of doing what he truly wanted to do he grabbed ahold of the bag of candy that he had bought and threw, no hurled it down at the heads he saw before him, satisfied to head a little thwack and a burst of swearing. I did warn you that you might need to tell me twice. He teased her, whispering so as not to be heard, lust clear in his voice... but controlled. Click to expand... Erin had just asked him to stop, and heard the snickers. She could feel her face and chest flushing red, thankfully invisible here in the dark. Dominick's fingers didn't stop though, he kept stroking her, and even though she had asked him to stop, she couldn't bring herself to close her legs or push his hand away, her own hand still wriggling just inside his pants, her fingertips feeling the contours of his hardness pulsing warmly against her. It was a struggle inside her, the ache and desire for him to keep going, to feel what it was like, to lose herself in his desire for her, and at the same time that burning embarrassment of being the trailer girl, the one who everyone thought acted better than them but that they all knew would end up a slut just like her mother. Erin didn't know what to do, still breathing heavily, her hips moving in the chair. The seconds passed marked by the pounding of her heart, until finally Dominick decided. He pulled his fingers from her, and she slumped back down in her chair, scarcely aware how she'd been arching and pressing for his touch. Erin felt a flush of disappointment together with the relief, and she only slipped her hand back out of his pants a few seconds later when Dominick bent forward reaching for the candy he'd bought. She didn't realize right away what was going on. Erin heard the comments and knew the color of her embarrassment must be on her cheeks, warm to the touch if Dom had brushed his fingers against her face, but for the most part she didn't really think about them, didn't consider there was anything she could do except accept the shame inside herself as quietly as she could so they wouldn't have reason to tease her any more than they already did. Dominick seemed to think otherwise, his big arm moving quickly in the dark, and she heard a clattering off the metal chairs down below a few rows, muttered oofs and complaints from the kids that were whispering about her. Erin was puzzled for a second, but then she realized what he had done. For her! When in her life had anyone actually defended her? Stuck up for her? She looked around in the dark, wishing it was just light enough to see the expression on those jerks faces, or more so, to see Dominick's eyes right that second. She wanted to see his eyes so badly. Erin leaned into him as he leaned to her. She heard him whisper something about saying no twice, but she'd forgotten that already. You... you're amazing Dominick. Erin put one hand on his leg again and the fingers of her other hand brushed through the back of his hair as she leaned closer. She brought her lips right to him, kissing him very softly but slowly right on his cheek, feeling the light prickle of the short stubble there against her smooth skin, the light scratch of it somehow unexpectedly at the moment more a turn on than an irritation. It told her she was kissing a man, not a boy.