I felt a small jolt away, but the fact that we were lying down on her bed, stopped her from moving. I paused, asking, �Are you sure you want to continue?� She looked up at me unsure and answered, �I�m not sure. Yes and no.� She blinked innocently as I pressured her, only thinking of the bed that I had made with Matt. After a quick argument, she gave in. As I started to undo her bra strap, I looked into her eyes and noticed she was crying. Trying to make her feel better, I smiled reassuringly. Did she really want this, or had I pressured her into going farther? I kissed her shoulder affectionately as she let her hands rub my back. Tears were still in her eyes as I reached for her jeans. She grabbed my hands and said in a serious tone, �Greg, I can�t do it. I�m not ready yet.� I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, ignoring her request, not thinking of any pain I could and possibly would cause. With my free hand, I undid her pants.
As I looked back up at her, her face was more sad and unwilling. Snapping out of my hunger for winning the bet, I backed off her, letting her go. I watched her grab her shirt and flee from the room, teary eyed. I put my shirt back on as I heard the bathroom door shut. What had I done?