Naked  Unequals.

Two Strangers, About to Get Intimate.

A short story.

Page 1.

       'Take off your shorts.'

       Her legs were thin like rails, like sticks, the way a younger girl's nervous ones would be. But they were long and her knees knobby and her crotch was a wide one.

       Three fingers wide.

       It didn't form a V.

       Still, only victory there, for me.

       'No. No. No. No. No.'

       She shook her head accordingly.

       'No, what?'

       'No, I won't do it. I won't do what you ask. I won't take them down.'

       'I didn't say down. I said off, but down'll do to start.'

       'No. No, I can't. I won't.'

       She'd gotten the initial reaction of her revulsion expressed so it was time to get real. Time for her to know what was what.

       Who was who and who I was.

       What I was up for.

       What she was set up for.

       'I think you should reconsider it.'

       'No. No, why?'

       Even at her tender age, through the inexperience of her naivete, her trustingness, she should have seen it coming.

       She never thought she was a candidate.

       'Why? Because I can hurt you.'

       Her face shot up to me and right off, her lower lip and chin quivered.

       'But you won't. No, you wouldn't. No, why would you?'

       'Because you're not doing what you're told. You're not doing what I'm telling you to do.'

       'But hurt me? No, no, you wouldn't.'

       I was set to cum in my pants, in my briefs.

       I was still fully dressed as was she.

       'I can and I will.'

       My eyes feasted on her nipples, poking innocently through the thin fabric of her tea-top. She was braless because she didn't need one yet but she wasn't titless. No wonder there. I took in the curves of her crotch too. Labia smoothed by the fabric with the slightest crease down the center.

Page 2.

       'I can hurt you in ways you never imagined.'

       She wavered but still intended to maintain the meaning of her no's.

       'You wouldn't hurt me in any ways.'

       'I will hurt you. Don't you hear me? Aren't you understanding me? I will...'

       'No. No, you can't please. I don't want you to.  So please.'

       'Let me finish, sweetie. You interrupted and didn't let me finish. I'll hurt you there.'

       I extended my fingers to indicate her crotch.

       She froze but got angry too.

       I had no right, no rights at all to scare her like that.

       She only thought she was scared.

       'I'll hurt you way up inside and when I'm done you won't be a woman anymore, not even a girl.'

       How could I make her not be a girl?

       She wasn't equating being one with being female, with femininity. But I did have her fullest attention, and God love a cock, did I love it.

       She whined uncomfortably.

       Something about the curl of my lips was making her  uncomfortable. She hadn't seen it before, nor the swelling in my pants.

       'Why? Why? What have I done to you?'

       'For one, you haven't taken your shorts off and two, and you may not understand right off, two, just because you have it way up in there.'

       She had no idea a cervix could be a target. She'd barely even heard the word, only on TV and that about cervical cancer and all the serious intones.

       I always felt I was the worst form of cervical cancer a beautiful woman or girl could get.

       It sent a chill up the full length of her growing spine and back down to her vagina. She knew she had that. She knew it was a cunt and a pussy too.

       'I don't understand. I want to understand. Help me to understand.'

Page 3.

       I gave a groan into my crotch.

       She was unbelievable.

       She wanted me to explain why I wanted to rape and torture her. She was a fucking neophyte princess and more innocent than a virginal Bambi.

       'Let me think about it and maybe I can tell you later. Right now, there's something else too we have to deal with.'

       She was beyond clueless because she had no idea.

       I had concrete designs on her nipples.

       I wanted one and then the other.

       But she knew to be suspicious.

       Her eyes narrowed and she gave me her best non-trusting look tinged with defiance and strength. She had inner strength and she'd been taught that too. Her mom had warned her about guys like me. She thought her mother had been accurate.

       And she was smart, fast on her toes.

       She reasoned well.

       Even under pressure.

       'And if I don't ask you what? You're going to tell me anyway?'

       'Oh, I suppose I might.'

       She looked down a bit pouty and studied her hands which were clasped and wringing.

       Her nipples poking through braless, her silky tea-top were screaming out even more to me.

       They had a voice that was sheer music.

       She should've worn a bra to support her nipples.

       I had to tell her, she was losing them but had to make it seem she might not.

       Out of the blue she told me, she said ever so softly, 'I'm scared. I'm scared.'

       Then she more blurted it out attached to some tears, 'I'm scared, please.'

       I'd been sitting a few feet away enjoying watching her as I manipulated her. I got up and sat down beside her on the couch. I touched my hand to her chin and lifted her face up.

       'Then you should do what I tell you, shouldn't you?'

       I was almost fatherly.

       Not the kind who made late night visits to bedrooms and bedsides.

       Her eyes pleaded but didn't agree.

Page 4.

       'Rather than saying no to me a hundred times, don't you think you should say yes a few times. Don't you think you should do what you're asked?'

       'But no. No, I can't. Not when you asked me to take my shorts off. It just isn't right.'

       The image of her coddled labia flashed through my mind to my cock.

       'But you have underpants on, don't you? They'd be like the bottoms of a bathing suit.'

       We both knew it wouldn't be the same depending upon how sheer they were. But that wasn't what she was scared about either. She was scared that her vagina was in there too.

       She touched her colorful belt buckle, with all the rhinestones, fiddled with it but couldn't even undo it.

       'You want me to help. Would that help?'

       She wanted my hands no where near her zipper. She was adamant how she shook her head.

       'So you see that's the problem and it brings us to a bigger problem. A bugger of a bigger one, a biggie.'

       'No there isn't. I don't have a problem, a bigger one. You do.'

       'Sweets, you really gotta get it, I'm your problem now and whether or not I become your biggest nightmare is up to you. Totally and entirely.'

       'No. No, it's you who has the problem. I don't even know you. I don't know who you are.'

       (She didn't seem to understand the inherent problem and danger in my being a stranger. Like the cops seldom to never find strangers because they're not looking for them.)

       'Maybe. Maybe not, but it doesn't change anything.'

       'What doesn't?'

       'What you say doesn't change anything.'

       'You're saying it doesn't matter what I say? How can it not?'

       'That's right.'

       'But it has to matter to you. It matters to me and you have no right to say it doesn't. What I want has to matter. I'm a person and a human being.'

       'But you're a female one so it doesn't matter.'

       'You're crazy. That's not true. It matters.'

       'Maybe to you but never to me. Fucking never to me.'

       It was the first time I'd used profanity with her and it unnerved her.

       'But enough already, that's not what I want, and not to be having this conversation going in circles.'

       I circled my hand.

       'Round, round, around.'

Page 5.

       'I don't understand, you're talking like in riddles.'

       'It's really very simple. I will let you go. I want to let you go. That's what you want, isn't it?'

       'Of course it is. You know it is. Why would you ask?'

       'I wasn't really asking. I was informing that I'd like to let you go rather than keep you here indefinitely.'

       She knew that meant a long, long time.

       We were at the turning point.

       We were to it.

       The point where her world and her life turned to crap-shit.

       'What do you want then? To let me go, what do you want?'

       Fuck, should I tell her true?

       Or should I mislead her?

       How about both, but let true seem to start to win out.

       'You like your tea-shirt?'

       She acted indignant.

       'I bought it for seventy dollars, so of course I do.'

       'Fuck, you like to spend too. So you like how it fits you?'

       That answer seemed obvious. She would never buy anything that was too big for her, that didn't fit her like a glove or second skin. She'd rather be caught dead than in clothing like that.

       There was irony in there somewhere.

       About being caught dead in clothing she did like and because of it.

       She nodded, she liked how it fit.

       'You know, I do too. I really do too, and you know what, I like how you show through better.'

       'Show? Uh? Oh.'

       The only thing showing through was her nipples but why should that matter?

       No-body said anything.

       Her-body screamed at me.

       To come, cum and get it.

       I drifted my hand towards her right bud and she recoiled.

       'Very well.' I acted like it didn't matter.

       I got back up and sat in my chair facing her.

       'So I was saying, we were saying, you like how it fits you and so do I and I like those even more.'

       'You're disgusting.'

Page 6.

       Her face struggled not to quiver too much and she finally blurted it out.

       'So? What so? What about it?'

       'So. So. Sooo. If you like something, isn't it nice if you can keep it?'

       Since she had no idea where I was headed she thought I meant something like a new pet puppy, or a new pet kitten.

       She was a new pet pussy, so she was close in that sense.

       'Yes, OK. I suppose. I suppose, yes.'

       I knew she didn't really understand.

       'So good then. So good for you. We're agreed then. I should keep it?'

       Her mind thought for a moment I meant her tea-top but it didn't add up.

       'It? What? No. Keep what?'

       'Keep your nipples, stupid.'

       Her brain did not go to anything about cutting off since her mind couldn't conjure up such images. It was further afield than foreign to her. She'd never heard of nipples being severed. Most girls her age hadn't.

       'Why don't I come back over there and we'll have a closer look at them. I can pretty well see them anyway, the way you show through the fabric.'

       Fear also makes female nipples erect and hers were doing so more.

       'That be a good idea?'

       I was getting to the smirking.

       'No. No, please don't.'

       I started to get up anyway.

       'No. No, I'll take my shorts off.'

       I settled back down for the show.

       She was still sitting as she fiddled with her buckle and got it undone.

       'Stand up. Stand up please.'

       I ordered her. It only seemed like a request.

       She gradually did and pulled the belt from the loops. She didn't have to do that but it stalled.

       And she might be able to defend herself with it if she had to.

Page 7.

       She had a really hard time getting her zipper down and leaving it there. Not that it was broken or stuck.

       She wouldn't work.

       But finally all she had to do was start sliding them down.

       But she was still trying to figure out how not to have to until I pinched my own nipples hard and gave her a knowing, rubberized look. She sucked in a deep breath and held it and closed her eyes as she cleared them off her hips.

       I near blasted her a cum shot from where I sat.

       She let them drop to her ankles and stepped out of them all dainty and delicate and lady like.

       She drifted her hands over in front of her and crossed them at her crotch. She clasped onto herself for protection. She though she could obscure my view.

       I'd already pictured it raped and broken.

       Her face looked to her toes and she swayed slightly.

       'So look at me. Look up and open your eyes and look at me. I'm looking at you.'

       She did all I asked but still had her cunt behind her clasped hands.

       'Put your hands in the air behind your head and keep them there.'

       So there it was. She had to show what her mom had always told her was 'private' and sometimes she'd said 'privates'.

       I made a face at her playing with my lips, like I was smacking them and looking sort of goofy. I wasn't trying to humor her, nor to make her laugh. I was trying to keep from smashing the living juice out of her cunt with my cock and my fist.

       She sensed I was struggling with something and gradually clasped her hands behind the back of her head.

       There was nothing she left to my imagination.

       Almost nothing.

       'Turn around. Stand with your back to me.'

       My living God, her ass was beautiful. If she didn't turn back around I was going to butt fuck her first.

Page 8.

       'Spectacular. Fucking fantastic. Fuck are you beautiful. You can face me again but leave your hands up.'

       She was so uncomfortable and uncertain as she swayed there on display so it was time for some clear boundaries.

       'So what'll it be? I keep that and I keep you here, or I keep your nipples and I let you go?'

       'I don't know what you mean? If you keep my nipples you have to keep me too. I don't understand.'

       And she didn't but was about to.

       'Come on now. Don't be dumb. I can always cut them off.'

       Every single aspect of her countenance changed. Every facet. She fell to the couch sobbing and crying to herself, 'no, no, no'.

       She curled up into a ball on the cushion and turned her back completely to me. She even sucked her thumb.

       I got the feeling she understood as much as it made no sense.

       I got up to sit down beside her and she got as far to the end of the couch as she could.

       I moved along closer and touched her shaking, hunched shoulder. I was tender and considerate where as mercy would have meant more.

       'No don't. Don't. Don't touch me, please.'

       I massaged her upper soft arm.

       'No, leave me alone, please.'

       I was feeling-up the inner part of her arm as I tugged her more firmly.

       She tried to jerk it away but I wouldn't give.

       I move my other hand onto her other shoulder and forced her to rotate to see me.

       She had her legs squeezed so tight together she'd managed to hide her cunt but her nipples were still well out.

       'Why don't we take this off and then I can see if I really want to keep your nipples. Who knows, maybe I won't.'

       Such was her catch twenty-two.

       She didn't want her chest bare, not at all and certainly not with me so close and after what I'd first said but maybe there'd be a reason why I wouldn't want them. And pigs fly through hoops at the circuses.

Page 9.

       I started to roll her shirt up at the bottom and got it as far along as her middle rib cage.

       Her bare tummy made me weak.

       'You want to do the rest, or me?'

       She assumed what control she could.

       She maneuvered around and got her hands all set to finish the task as I let my hand slip down to her ass.

       'No don't.'

       She squirmed.

       I think she could smell my dick.

       'So hurry up then. Speed it up.'

       She stripped the shirt off and held onto it like she might get to put it back on.

       I stood up towering over her.

       My power was absolute.

       Control my want.

       'Give it to me.'

       She did and I stuffed it down the front of my pants into my briefs to lay by my cock.

       She looked really confused and put-off.

       She'd never been raped and didn't know anyone who had been but she'd seen the TV and heard the news.

       She felt something was coming down her way.

       I wasn't breathing easily.

       My face was flushed.

       'Stand up.'

       My voice was strained and there was menace in it.

       And eagerness too, like urgency.

       She obeyed.

       'Take those off.'

       She didn't even beg no.

       She just did it and cried.

       My mind melted into fury.

       She had no right to be so beautiful.

       She deserved what was coming.

       They all did.

       I stood up to undress, making her watch me and watching for her reaction when she first saw my erection.

       There we were.

       There we stood.

       Naked unequals.

       Two strangers about to get intimate.