Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...25. Nerves
Axel Finley
I opened her door and she sat.
I cursed myself with that dress as I got in my own side.
She smelt so fucking good.
I pulled out after she buckled and left her complex.
Her legs were velvet and I was nervous I made the wrong choice by driving.
I was nervous in general. She was distracting.
I was unsure I could handle her holding onto me.
But seeing her in this dress might be worse.
Fuck.
"Breathe." Her hand came over mine on the stick shift and I clutched the shift like I was gonna break it.
She chuckled.
"Relax. It's alright." She rubbed her cold fingers over my knuckles.
That fucking lipstick.
Her face.
She let me go and I rolled down my window a bit, sighing.
It wasn't that big of a deal.
It's fine.
She's my woman.
She's my woman.
Fucking terrifying.
"I've heard you've never been with a girl? I want to hear it from you." She looked at me.
"I... have. Enough to know I like them."
"What's enough?"
"I've fucked a few. Didn't care to kiss or do relationship shit. No oral. No foreplay. I enjoy women but have never had the experience I want."
"That makes sense. Why are you so tense?" She frowned.
"I'm nervous."
"I understand. But I don't bite. In a bad way. But I'm not out to overwhelm you." She told me.
"I know."
"Alright."
Silence.
I felt bad.
"I'm sorry. I've never taken a girl on a date."
"That's alright. I've never been... in this situation either. We have something in common there."
I smiled at her effort.
"Thank you. I'll get better."
"Is there anyway I can help it? I can stop babbling?" She asked with an amused tone.
"No, you're fine. Your aura is different from what I'm used to. I'll get used to it."
"I know. I can't imagine the feeling. You're probably very used to the four. Meanwhile I smell like flower deodorant and vanilla bodywash." She snorted.
I nodded.
"It's messing with my mind a bit."
I looked at her thighs, how wide they get when she sits.
I needed to drive her safely to the place.
Maybe if I have some physical contact it'll help.
Probably not.
It'll be worse.
But I'll stop imagining how it feels.
No.