Chapter 2: Shot Down
She slowly walked to Trey's bed and laid down next to him. She had had boyfriends before, but never went beyond kissing. She just couldn't, she always just chocked it up to instinct telling her they weren't the right one. But there was something about Trey, that made her want more. He was very well built, although not extremely cut. He had the most beautiful ice-blue eyes you've ever seen, a short crew cut and one of the cutest smiles ever.
As they began kissing, he slowly kneaded her breast cupping it from underneath and gently rubbing her nipple. He worked the shoulder straps off and worked the teddy down until it was around her waist. All of a sudden she froze…"shit not again" she thought. That was exactly what happened with every other guy…she'd get some weird-ass feeling in her stomach and freeze. She knew that no matter how hard she tried there was no going forward…now she had to tell Trey, and judging by that bulge in his boxers he was not going to be happy that she was going to leave him hanging, well not exactly "hanging."
"Trey, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this."
"It's ok, don't think, I won't hurt you, we can go slow, and if I move too fast just tell me."
He was a sweetheart, which made her feel worse, but she couldn't do this.
"No, Trey you don't understand, I can't. I have to go, I'm sorry…please don't call."
She put her teddy back on, walked to the bathroom, pulled on her tank and cargos over the lacy underwear and walked out the door, leaving him on the bed awestruck.
