As you stretched you could feel his eyes on you, those eyes that are always on you. Ever since the two of you have started dating his eyes pretty much have never left your body, always scanning and watching. You didn't mind that much. "Just not at night, never at night." you had told him, he agreed immediately, he knew you got paranoid in the dark, thinking that someone was stalking you.
Poor thing he had thought, you always struggled with paranoia, it's almost like his always there presence made you feel safe. Well, it did, him being there meant no one could hurt you without a fight, or at least if anyone did try to hurt you they'd have to go through him first. It was comforting really, which of course gave him the excuse to ogle you, especially in public.
He'd stare at your chest, hips, thighs, he'd stare at any exposed skin. He loved staring at you, watching the silent rise and fall of your chest. He'd wonder how long he'd have before you noticed, well you always noticed, you just didn't care. Knowing someone is watching you is better than being unsure.
He enjoyed your paranoia really. He'd always remember the day you first agreed to shower with him, how easy it was, all he had to do was ask. He always did it under the guise of "looking out" for you, really he just wanted an excuse to see your wet naked body.
Bedtime was his favorite. You let him sleep unbelievably close, you preferred it, in fact. He could touch and grope you however he wanted, he never went farther than just playing with your chest though. He wanted to wait till your first time with him before doing anything to you while you were asleep. You trusted him so much, always so vulnerable with him, you even slept in only your under garments with him. He couldn't break that trust, not when you were pressed against him so comfily, nice and warm against him. He could just.....
No, no, he couldn't. You'd never forgive him. You'd never forgive him, or, you'd never forgive him? Doesn't matter, your forgiveness would be hard work to earn and he really didn't want to do what he's already done all over again. He was just gonna have to wait till you'd let him touch, of course that wouldn't stop him from some light touches.
Light he told himself. He continued to tell himself, despite rubbing you through your underwear, he could feel the area start to heat up, he could hear the soft moans. He wanted to go farther, so much farther, as far as you'd let him, but he couldn't risk that trust he worked so hard for. Eventually, he fell asleep like that, hand inbetween your legs, rubbing you.
The next day wasn't any different than the others when you woke up, except for the fact your underwear was moist and warm, it ached a little, did your dream turn you on? You shifted a bit and..... Oh! Oh.... Oh my... His hand was inbetween your legs still, his fingers as moist and warm as your underwear.
Was he rubbing you through your underwear? No, he would never! Right? You looked down at his face, he was always a pretty boy, he seemed even prettier relaxed and asleep. Well, he was relaxed, his brows furrowed once he felt you tense. After a couple minutes of silence, he slowly blinked his eyes open, confused eyes gazing into yours. He looked like he was going to open his mouth before his eyes started to open, peering down inbetween your warm thighs which he loved and imagined humping, he saw his hand, pressed right against you. Oh God, how could he play this off? His hand fell invetween your thighs and you got turned on by it? Maybe, might be believable, but you've gotten so comfortable with his hands being places where they usually wouldn't be, he couldn't shame you, no, no, poor baby, he'd never shame you.
He looked up at you with those pathetic puppy eyes, feigning innocence. He knew you always fell for those eyes, knew you found him cute and attractive, knew what you wrote in your notes which he looked at on purpose accidentally found and just couldn’t tear his eyes away from. What dirty thoughts you had of him, he would love for you to let him touch you, sadly your shyness kept you back. Maybe one day when you built up your confidence.
The rest of the day was mostly normal. He tried bringing it up, just to see what you’d do. All you did was flush such a pretty color, squeak, and quickly flee. You were adorable, really. So shy, but also such a pervert and so needy, he’d love for you to use him as you please, wherever and whenever. Sadly, that probably wasn’t gonna happen soon. Oh well, maybe another day he cause push you to fuck him right then and there.
A pretty boy can only dream……
