I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the day. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion. The wet dress stuck to my skin uncomfortably.
Laura emerged from the kitchen with a coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous plan. She settled next to me on the couch.
“Well done in the park, Stella!”
“But today isn’t over yet.”
“I have something better for you.”
“Let’s go to a dance class.”
“Then to Sergei’s cottage for a barbecue.”
“We’ll bring wine and eat.”
“You need to unwind!”
“No, Laura.” I protested, voice shaky. I was too tired to keep going.
“I’m worn out.”
“Tomorrow is a tough day with four hours.”
“Then I need to get a book from the library.”
“We should stay home.”
Laura let out a low, sharp laugh. She patted my hand reassuringly. Her confidence swept over me again.
“Don’t be so serious, Stella!”
“You’ve worked hard this week.”
“You deserve this.”
“Sergei and Marcus are waiting.”
“I won’t let you say no.”
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I always struggled with assertive people. Her plans pulled me in despite my doubts.
“This is a mistake!” I thought. I needed rest more than anything.
The dance class hit me with intensity. I wore a short skirt and beige top for comfort. I secretly hoped to catch Sergei’s eye.
Mirrors reflected our movements endlessly. The floor creaked under my sneakers. A faint perfume scent filled the air.
Sergei took my hand and led me to the center. My top lifted with his spins. The skirt flared dangerously.
His hands rested on my waist. His fingers pressed into my skin. His deep gaze locked with mine.
My heart pounded in my chest. “I shouldn’t enjoy this,” I thought.
His closeness was too enticing. It felt risky, yet thrilling. My body responded instinctively.
We drove to Sergei’s cottage after class. It was a quaint house near the city. Tall pines surrounded it.
Their needles rustled in the breeze. The sound carried faint city noise. The grill smoked outside.
Fumes rose like a gray veil to the stars. Wine bottles stood ready on the table. Glasses clinked as they were filled.
The barbecue brought some fun. Marcus shared stories from his trip. His voice carried across the lawn.
Laura’s laughter rang out loudly. Sergei sat close on the bench. His touch left a warm trace.
“You look tired but beautiful,” he said. He offered me a glass of wine.
His voice was soft and low. I took it with trembling hands. I blushed at his words.
“It’s been a long week,” I replied. My voice quivered with fatigue.
He smiled warmly. His eyes traced my clinging top. My skin warmed under his gaze.
“Let’s have a movie night!” Laura suggested. “We should go home.”
“I have tomorrow to prepare for…” I argued. They dismissed my protest with laughter.
Marcus waved a hand casually. Sergei nodded with a glint in his eye. I gave in despite my nerves.
My heart raced as I followed them. The living room felt cramped. An old TV flickered in the corner.
Two narrow beds faced each other. The mattresses creaked softly. A table held wine glasses and a bottle.
Marcus and Laura claimed one bed. They lay close together. They left the other for us.
I sat on the edge. My knees pressed together tightly. Sergei flopped down beside me.
“Lie down,” he said. “It’s more comfortable.”
He offered me a pillow. His smile was encouraging. “This is too close.”
I thought. I wanted to pull away. I didn’t dare refuse.
I lay down carefully. My body tensed near him. Laura chose “The Secret of the Old House.”
The room dimmed with the movie. TV light cast shadows on the walls. Bright scenes revealed scratched wood.
Trees rustled outside the window. The film began with a woman in a hall. She held a flickering candle.
I tried to focus on the screen. “I’m a bit cold.” Laura said.
Marcus stood to get blankets. One went to them. One covered us both.
Sergei adjusted it over me. The fabric felt heavy. It carried a detergent scent.
“This is better,” he said. I nodded in agreement.
He drew me closer. His hand slid to my waist. He held me tight.
“This is too dangerous.” I thought. My heart beat faster.
I felt safe in his warmth. The woman screamed at a shadow. I felt his hand move slowly.
It rested on my stomach. “What is he doing?” I thought.
My breath quickened. I pressed his hand to stop him. I hid it from the others.
He paused with a smile. His face glowed in the TV light. His eyes gleamed.
He slid his hand under my top. His fingers brushed my skin. He caressed my stomach gently.
I pressed again to stop. He moved higher anyway. His hand reached my breasts.
“Stop.” I whispered. My fingers shook as I pushed.
He caressed through my bra. He squeezed lightly. My nipples tightened.
“No, not here.” I thought. I pushed harder.
My nails dug into him. He kept going despite me. He stopped after a while.
I felt a wave of relief. His hand moved to my back. He unhooked my bra.
“What is he doing?” I thought. Panic rose inside me.
I felt it loosen. I pushed his hand away. I shifted on the bed.
My nails dug deeper. He pulled me back. His fingers slid under again.
I tried to stop him. He reached my breasts once more. He caressed my bare skin.
He squeezed my nipple. Heat spread through me. My skin flushed red.
“This is wrong.” I thought. I pushed his hand away.
“You smell so good,” he whispered. “I can’t resist you.”
His breath warmed my ear. An electric thrill ran through me. His hand massaged my breasts.
My body responded below. I felt torn by the situation. He moved to my hip.
He caressed it slowly. His fingers stroked my thigh. “No.”
I whispered. I shifted to push him off. He pressed harder on my thigh.
He lifted my skirt slightly. He exposed my thighs. His hand slid inside.
He caressed exploratively. “Laura and Marcus are close.” I thought.
I pressed my legs together. He was too strong to stop. I feared they’d hear us.
I lost focus on the movie. His breath near my ear aroused me. He moved higher up my thigh.
His finger stroked through my panties. It felt heavenly. Shocks pulsed through my body.
My breathing grew heavy. He continued for a moment. I let it happen.
“Focus on the film, my beauty,” he teased. It was impossible to concentrate.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t know how to stop him. He stroked my abdomen.
He pressed into my panties. I couldn’t block him. I grabbed his wrist.
He was too strong. I panicked at his touch. Others were so near.
His hand was in my panties. I tried to push him away. He stroked inside me.
He sighed, “Oh Stella, you’re so wet.” I felt embarrassed by it. “He knows.”
I thought. My face burned with shame. My resistance weakened.
He pushed my panties down. They stayed mid-thigh. He moved his finger steadily.
My body tensed up. My breath deepened. I stayed silent to hide it.
He sped up his touch. He paused when I moved. It happened again and again.
It was intense and risky. I trembled with arousal. I bit my hand to quiet myself.
My hips shifted slightly. He lowered my panties more. They reached my knees.
A loud “Ahh!” escaped me. He froze in place. Laura glanced our way.
Her eyes narrowed curiously. “She heard.” I thought.
My heart nearly stopped. She chuckled softly. She turned back to the TV.
“Be quieter,” he whispered. “Or they’ll know.”
His breath excited me more. He moved faster inside. I sighed softly.
I bit my hand harder. The teasing felt endless. He paused to let me breathe.
I craved his touch. He resumed with firm strokes. He pulled my panties off.
I felt exposed beneath the blanket. My bare skin met his hands. “I’m almost naked.”
I thought. Shame grew inside me. My body tensed again.
He didn’t stop moving. His fingers went in and out. It was wild and overwhelming.
I couldn’t hold back. He kept going. My body began to shake.
I grabbed his hand. It came strong and endless. My hips rose under the cover.
My body shuddered. An orgasm ripped through me. I moaned, “Ahh, ahh!”
My hand slipped away. It was too much to control. The film’s scream covered it.
“Did they hear?” I thought. I closed my eyes tightly.
I trembled in his arms. I was wet and tired. I lay there panting.
His arms encircled me. My bare skin pressed against him. The film flickered on.
Shame mixed with restlessness. It left me vulnerable. I felt secure in his hold.
I tried to calm myself. I closed my eyes to rest.
