Stay

Chapter 8

 After

I pulled into Thomas' driveway and parked my car. I sat there, contemplating whether or not I should go along with his offer or not. There are so many different positive and negatives in what could happen. For instance, one positive is that he will delete the tape and it will all be over. No one will ever know about it and I won't have to live in constant fear about when he will post it and know that the whole world will know what my naked body looks like and how everyone will think of me as some kind of slut, just like Thomas does.

One negative is that, even if I did what his offer is, he could forever use this tape against me. Or he will probably tease me about it.

This whole thing is such a confusing mess and I don't know what to do. Well, I better figure out what my decision is and real quick because out of the corner of my eye I see Thomas walk out of his front door and walk my way with a big smile on his face.

“Wow,” he said with the biggest grin on his face. “I didn't know you'd actually come. I thought you would chicken out and force me to post the video for the whole world to see.”

I half-smile. I really don't know what to say, so I just nod my head.

Thomas opens my car door and waits for me to get out. I unbuckle myself and step out of my car as Thomas shuts the door behind me. He leads me inside and we just stand there in the front door.

“Um, do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” he asks me, shyly.

I shrug my shoulders and think. “Water please.”

He nods his head and walks into the kitchen and comes back with two waters. When he hands me the bottle of water, I thank him and then he leads me up the stairs, into his bedroom.

For some reason my heart started to beat really fast and I got really super nervous about this whole thing. Kind of like my mind telling me to back out and not give a damn what people say when they see the tapes. It's not like we asked him to tape us having sex. He did it on his own terms. Which, in all honesty, is really fucking creepy to me.

Thomas sits on his bed and leans back, looking straight up at me. That's what gets my nerves going more and more. He is making me feel really uncomfortable and pressured.

“So,” he says, smiling, “we gonna do this or not?”

I shrug my shoulders and bite my lip, looking down at the carpeted floor. “I honestly am scared to do this.” I admitted.

I really don't want to do this. You're a sick bastard who does creepy things such as record two people having sex. I thought to myself.

He stands up and walks to me. He lifts my head up and makes it to where we are staring each other in the eyes. He then smiles at me before locking his lips on mine. After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped kissing me and instead started caressing my breasts.

“What the hell are you doing?” I say, pushing him away.

He looked at me, confused. “You came over, so I guessed you took my offer.”

My eyes went wide. “Your offer wasn't to touch me, but for me to touch you.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

Thomas walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. He began pulling down his shorts and boxer briefs. I had to look away and catch my breath because I was totally not ready for this, at all.

I walked over to him and got down on my knees.

“I guess this is it.” I said, before gripping his dick.