Bright cerulean blue eyes gazed back at her over a rugged grin. Even feeling somewhat nervous about taking a ride from someone she didn’t know, it w...s getting really too late for a woman, especially her age, to be walking down the road alone. He glanced around some before speaking in a deep friendly voice, ‘Everything okay, hon?’ Brandy’s nerves were on edge enough with the fight that she and Chad had just gone through not to mention having to hike home the couple of miles back to her. “Please, please, please..." I moaned softly as he placed open-mouthed kisses from my left to my right breast, before repeating his ministrations over my right nipple. He took my hands into his and placed them above my head, where he then locked them down with one of his own. His mouth still worked over my breasts, biting and sucking, until all that kept me from thrashing were the strong thighs he’d made sure were locking mine. I struggled under him, trying, and desperately failing, to get him. She had seen me looking, but then she smiled and looked down. We kept doing that for the good part of thirty minutes, sneaking glances at each other and smiling. She started playing with her hair each time I looked at her. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I looked up when she did and smiled. "Hi." "Hi." "What's your name?" "Abby." "Oh that's a beautiful name." "Thanks." She giggled and looked down blushing. She looked up again and asked, "What's your name?" "Matt." "Oh cool. Nice to. Anything at all. But not that. Happiness is something earned and to have anything greater than the knowledge of this man would be more than my life has been worth. But I see his eyes. I know his thoughts. I just pray he learns the fallacy. That, without pain, he learns that I have nothing to offer, nothing to give in return for the beauty he has shown me. I feel his touch again, losing myself to what it brings. And I tell him, ‘It’s skin deep. Simple physical attraction.’ And he closes his.