I feigned sleep mainly because I didn't know what else
to do. Sleep, real or feigned, didn't dissuade Alan
that night. He continued to rub his cock up and down
my ass, and now his hand left my breast and pushed
inside my panties in front, his fingers reaching down
between my lips, rubbing in rhythm with his humping.
For some reason I didn't pull away. Part was
curiosity, what did he have in mind. Part was
amazement, he'd never done anything like this before.

He had pressed for sex, many times, but always made
sure I was also in the mood. And part was a building
excitement, despite myself. This seemed to be the only
reaction that registered with Alan as his middle
finger pushed between my lips and into my pussy. He
knows how I like him to use the pads of his hands just
below his fingers to rub against my clit, and he was
doing that well, warming me to the proposition at hand
(pun intended).

But then without warning he removed his hand and used
it to pull my panties to the side, exposing my pussy
to him from behind. He pushed me to my stomach,
rolling with me, now searching for my opening with his
cock. We'd never had sex with so little foreplay, he'd
never been this aggressive...