Cora & Nelson

Nelson stepped away, walking off to the bathroom to get a first aid kit. He thought about what Cora was saying, missing her, and craving to be with her was becoming unbearable. Nelson was now losing hope of David Pennington ever giving his blessing for him to marry Cora. Nelson grabbed the first aid kit and returned to Cora, who was still sitting on the counter. She wore fitted sweatpants, which displayed her shapely hips. Nelson groaned inside as he admired her body. 

“Can you pull your pants up?”

“No, but I can pull them down,” Cora’s voice softened, sending chills up Nelson’s arms.

He took a deep breath. “Okay,” knowing it was going to take all of his willpower to hold himself back. 

He placed the first aid kit next to Cora. Taking a deep breath, he slipped his fingers under the waist of her sweatpants, slipping it over her round butt as she lifted herself above the countertops. He dragged it down, pausing over her knees until she cried out in pain. Dried blood and skin tissue had wrapped itself around the fibers of the cloth.

“Hold on to my shoulder, and squeeze if you have to,” Nelson said, knowing it would hurt to rip it off.

“No, wait!” Cora said, anticipating the pain.

Nelson paused and looked up at her. Their lips met, and the pain was forgotten.