Babysitter Cougar [COMPLETE]

Chapter 11 page 2 - Shocking Truth

Arman's already intoxicated during his fifth round, the redness in his eyes had given away the state. At this stage, I grow anxious thinking how will I get home in time so that my parents wouldn't find out I'm not in my room.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful, Sofia," Arman's dreamy hooded eyes lock into mine as his left hand snaking underneath my knee-length shorts.

"Thank you. I appreciate that," I curb his hand from frisking further, aware by the fact that the weed does the talking.

"I've always liked you from the first," he suddenly confesses, making my jaw tighten. "But you like Dan better than me and that pisses me off."

So my relationship with Dan had brought us to the long winded dispute?

He suggests that we should resume this in his bedroom as the dessert of the event which I decline for fear of what comes next.

Sensing my rigidness, he moans at me, "Come on, you're 25 already. I thought you're better than this."

"I'm better at keeping my legs close," I say.

"Haha! You're cute," he snides.

After much persuasion and contemplating on the fact that he's going to send me home, I decide to agree with just a foreplay. I admit he's hot now compared to when we were at the campus, sloppy and pretentious. The career had made him into an adult, his groomed hair, well shaven face and the smell of Axe Musk is alluring enough to make me stay.

I lie down while he's on top of me, stripping off his shirt to reveal his newly built muscles, not toned but still forming. I undress my top while leaving the rest intact. When he bends down to kiss me, my mind goes astray. He might just rip my clothes at any juncture because of his size. He has huge frame that I don't think I can escape from his grapple if he attempts to rape me.

However, I'm falling for his kiss. I find Arman's kiss is more experienced compared to Dan but gentler than Naim. It's a different kind of kiss. When Arman had his fingers break into the cup of my bra and squeeze it, that's when I draw the line. I'm not ready to be deflowered.

Noting the stiffness of my body, he pulls away, "Relax, will you?"

"Arman, it's late. I got to go home," I finally beg.

"It's me, isn't it? You don't like me?" he frowns.

"No, Arman. I like you better now, in fact I like you a lot. But I don't think I want sex," I simplify my reason.

"Just do it like how you did with any other guys," he advises.

"How can I do it when I haven't done it before?"

Hearing this, Arman laughs. "Don't talk bullshit and act innocent. What were you expecting when you came here?"

"I expect nothing. We're supposed to have our supper and split. You're the one who dragged me here."

Arman gives a thoughtful pause as he studies my face intensely. I'm not sure if he does that from the weed effect or he's really having a deep thinking to my explanation. "Can I see your virginity?"

"What? Hell no!" I'm alarmed.

"Come on, you won't regret it," he already had his both hands gripping my waistband.

"Arman, stop or I'll scream," I grasp his fists from pulling my shorts down.

"The more you cooperate, the earlier I send you home," he negotiates. "If you show me, it'll revoke any fucked up assumptions I had on you. And – you get to kick my balls if I go overboard."

It takes me a while to deliberate my thoughts in allowing the first guy who's not my husband to see my vanity. And when I'm truly ready, I take a deep breath before releasing my grip and let him simultaneously pull my shorts and my knickers down with less effort. He stares in between my splayed legs for a couple of minutes in awe and nods at me when he's done.

I straightaway pull up my knickers and shorts while he rests his back on the bed next to me.

"Have you got the answers you seek for?" I ask.

"Not really, I don't really know exactly what I'm looking for," he answers frankly while chuckling.

"Okay," I say regretfully.

"So, you never smoke, had sex, on drugs, or even tasted alcohol?"

"My body is a temple," I respond.

He chuckles once more. "All these while I assumed all free hair city girls are easy. I thought you'd be humpin' around and get wild."

"Girls like us are still common although not known," I object.

Arman gazes up at the ceiling trying to digest the truth while I follow. I'd expect that he'll get bored of me after he finds out that I'm actually a dull, boring person who doesn't go to the clubs, stays at home binging on TV. But somehow my vanity had made him fall in love with me deeper than before.

We cuddle in the bed for a while with no intercourse, just embracing each other like a loving couple while he attempts to cut off the intoxication in his system so that he'll be sober enough to send me home.

"I want to keep you forever," he whispers in my ear tenderly which gives me a fluttering feeling of excitement.

"Okay," I say to him and kiss his smile, gently push his lips apart for a passionate kiss.

I can't remember anything else after that due to the smell of the weed smoke that disables some parts of my memories. Or perhaps I'm too tired to remember. Despite all that, I just want to savour a quiet moment with someone who succumbs to my principles and flaws. I want Arman to have me forever.

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Arman finally marries the woman of his dreams two years later. And that woman isn't me.

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