Allison : Part 1

I was putting my coat down on the bed where Helen told me to leave it when a woman entered without a coat in her hands. She stared at me and made me slightly uneasy as I let my coat drop ontop of the others of the pile. She stood leaning against the door frame, a glass of wine in her hand as I saw her eyes travel down to my legs and back up slowly to my face. I was wearing a rather tight black dress that always made me feel sensational. It stopped just above my knees, giving it a rather conservative look except for my cleavage peaking out the top of the square cut neckline. I didn't know what to do or say while I saw her staring at me, so I just swallowed hard and pretended I didn't notice. For some reason, I felt a shiver down my spine, causing my clit to throb gently. I shifted my weight and ignored it, looking back at her.

"Sorry, am I in your way?" I asked, stepping away from the bed. The room was really small, and I figured she was trying to get by me. Well, that's what I told myself. As I looked to her I noticed she was very attractive in her dress pants and her soft blue blouse. I smiled inwardly, admiring her beauty before I snapped out of it. I don't find women attractive. What am I doing? All of this coursed through my mind before she answered me, sipping her wine.

"No, not at all." She said, grinning into the glass as she remained leaning against the door frame. Her confident posture made me nervous, wondering what was happening right now and why I was letting her intimidate me. I am usually a very strong and confident person myself, but for some reason, I was letting this woman get the better of me.

Finally frustrated with myself, I walked up to her slowly. "Can I just umm-" I started, trying to make my exit, before she interrupted me.

"How's your evening?" She asked, resting the wine glass down on the dresser nearest to her hand. She completely ignored my attempt at leaving the situation behind. I just blinked and felt my mouth part, trying to say something, but unsure of what would be the right thing to say in a situation like this. Anything, I told myself. Just say something you fool!

"Great," I said generically, crossing my arms across my chest like she had been doing. She smiled at this and I saw her eyes travel down my body again, finally coming back up to rest on my chest, even more enticing as I had accidentally been pushing them further out. I took my hands away and looked to the closet in embarrassment at the situation. Just leave! I told myself, angry that I didn't just push her out of the way. I wondered why I let my own eyes search her outfit. That's all it was, I liked her outfit. But one can't help but notice what a woman looks like, and I did. She was about 5'8" I would say, because she was about two inches taller than myself. Maybe that's what was intimidating me. No, that wasn't it. She was really beautiful and slim, not skinny but slim. Her breasts were at least a C cup and her body was curvy the way a woman's body should be. Her body shape reminded me of my own, and before I could even remind myself that I am definitely not attracted to women, she interrupted my thoughts again.

Without me noticing, she had taken a few steps forward. "So, do you always wear something this sexy on a Saturday night?" She smiled, moving in even closer.

"W-what?" I asked, taking a step back.

"You're a tease, aren't you?" She asked with all the confidence in the world. I melted under her words.

"No," I managed to say, my eyes growing wider as I kept stepping back, feeling her fast approaching.

Suddenly I felt myself hit something behind me, and I looked down to the side to see it was another dresser, a beautiful maple wood. It was at about my hip level, I noticed. Without warning, I heard her speaking to me again, her hands on either side of my hips. I felt trapped.

"Are you scared?" She whispered into my ear, her body just barely pressing against mine. I felt my nipples harden, and this time I didn't bother to reassure myself I wasn't aroused.

"Yes," I whispered back, bowing my head involuntarily as a wave of shame washed over me. Why was I letting her do this to me? Did I want this? No, I'm not into this sort of thing.

I heard her swallow hard as she moved her lips in closer to mine. I watched her close in and I did nothing to stop it. I wasn't even thinking anything or screaming at myself to stop. Everything hushed around me and I felt her lips press against mine, soft and smooth. I closed my eyes and allowed her to continue. Slowly she pulled away, grinning again as she finally pressed her body against mine. I felt the heat of her body against the fabric of my dress and I couldn't help but let a sigh escape.

"What do you think?" She asked with an arch of her eyebrow, her lips so close to mine I could swear she was leaning in for another kiss, but she didn't. She just waited for my response. My eyes were still closed and before I even got a word out, I felt her hand move down my dress and add pressure between my legs over the fabric.

"No no no no," I said, sucking in a breath as I spoke, shaking my head with my hands behind me on the dresser for support when she kissed me.

"No?" She asked, looking at my lips as she spoke. Her hand ran down my leg, only to run up my thigh, slowly hiking my dress up in the meanwhile.

I shook my head again, my whole body trembling. "No, I can't."

She pushed her leg in between my legs as she slid her hand up further, finding the fabric of my black lacy panties. She smiled as I dropped my head. What on earth was I doing? Why was I letting her touch me? What had come over me? All of these questions left unanswered as I felt her finger slowly caress me through the material. My legs shook and I parted my thighs slightly upon instinct. She chuckled as she saw this.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I didnt' know what to say. "No," I breathed, my eyes closed before I finally snapped back to reality and brought my legs together again. I looked up at her and she looked to me, each of us speaking in silence. I felt her piercing eyes and I knew what she wanted.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, watching me look up to her with uncertainty of my answer. Just those words had turned me on so much I didn't know what to do with myself. Never before had I heard those words like that, with such intensity.