I was ecstatic that I was getting to see Sam again, especially since it had only been a couple hours since I’d given him the massage. I had gotten so horny that, when we were done, I headed straight home and self-indulged, and the only thing I could fantasize about was him.

Sam called me and told me he needed to tell me something important, in person. He suggested we meet up at the pizza place for dinner. When it came to pizza, there was no way in hell I could say no. Plus, I would get to eat it with Sam, which was more than a bonus for me.

Since it was only pizza and nothing fancy, I put on some regular February clothing and tied up my long, blonde hair. I figured Sam would think I was pretty no matter what I wore or how I did my hair, and thinking about that removed a gigantic weight from my shoulders.

After putting on a good dose of makeup (I still wanted to entice him a bit), I got in my car and drove to the pizza place. When I got there, I saw through one of the windows that he was already inside, waiting for me. He looked uneasy, anxious, and fidgety. What he wanted to tell me must’ve been extremely important.

I parked my car, then walked inside. The restaurant was a good size, with twenty tables inside it. It was incredibly bright in there, since the walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all titanium white. Other people were in there, eating some of the best pizza I ever saw. Sam smiled and waved at me as soon as he saw me.

“Hi, Sammy,” I chimed as I sat down in front of him. “What’s up? How’re you feeling?”

“I feel a lot… lighter,” he told me. “My back just feels weightless. My neck feels really loose, and my shoulders’re more relaxed. I… I feel great, Dani.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. No one had ever raved about my massages before. It made me feel… appreciated.

The server came by and we ordered one large pepperoni pizza. Sam requested that half of the pizza not have any cheese on it.

“Do you not like cheese?” I asked him as the server went to get our drinks.

“No,” Sam replied.

I gasped dramatically, putting my hand over my heart and pretending I’d heard the biggest news of my life.

“You’re judging me, aren’t you?” he said flatly.

“Oh, very much,” I said. I chuckled, quitting my act. “No, I’m actually not. Everyone has their likes and dislikes when it comes to food. I actually hate cereal.”

“C-cereal?” he repeated. “Like, Cheerios or Lucky Charms?”

I nodded. “Mm-hm. I will eat oatmeal, though. As long as it’s thick.”

Sam smiled to himself. “Maybe we should order a pizza with cereal and extra cheese.”

“Definitely,” I said, catching on. “We’d both be in absolute heaven.”

We shared a giggle together. Soon, the server was back with my Sprite and Sam’s Dr. Pepper.

“Sam, what did you want to tell me?” I asked, now that the ice had been broken.

He sighed. “Okay… I… Dani, we’ve… We’ve known each other for only a few days, but… I can honestly say that you are one of the greatest friends I’ve had in a while.”

My heart nearly melted. “Awww, thank you, sweetie. I think you’re a great friend too.”

“But… Y’know, at first… I didn’t think our friendship would go as far as it has- and I’m very glad that it has- but… When you kissed me, that’s when I knew I had to tell you, Dani. What I’m about to tell you is really personal. You… You’ll be the only person outside of my family that knows about this…”

“Sam, what is it?” I asked, getting the teensiest bit impatient.

“It’s something I need to tell you early on, because… Because if I don’t, and you find out about it yourself, I don’t know what’ll happen… If I hid this from you, I wouldn’t be sparing you; I’d be sparing myself. And that’s not fair to you, Dani. For those reasons… I really need to tell you this.”

I leaned in closer, ready to listen. What was he going to tell me, I wondered? Sam never seemed like the kind of guy that held secrets. Was he a father? No, that couldn’t be it; I was the first girl to ever give him her phone number. Was he a criminal? No, he was too innocent and sweet. Was he rich? That seemed like a possibility, given how nice and neat his clothes were.

“I… I have autism.”

I cocked my head and furrowed my brow. “…What?”

“I have autism,” he repeated.

Then it hit me. His soft voice… His quirky sense of humor… The awkward way he moved… The fact that he’d never gotten a girl’s number… He listened to pop songs from Sonic the Hedgehog games in high school… But… those things didn’t really define autism. I was sure that plenty of people had those traits but didn’t have autism.

“Are, um…” Truth be told, I didn’t know how to react. I moved in closer and whispered, “Are you sure…?”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem deterred by my question. “A hundred percent. I was diagnosed when I was four.”

“But… But…” I stammered. I just couldn’t piece it all together. “But… You drive a car. You’re in college. You work for a newspaper. I just… I…”

“That’s the thing. There isn’t just one type of autism. I have what’s called Asperger’s Syndrome. It’s a high-functioning type of autism. I don’t have it as bad as some folks do, but I… Y’know. I still have challenges. Social challenges, mostly. And, yes, I do drive, but I failed the driving portion of my test three times before I finally got my license.”

Sympathy flooded my body, and a large lump was forming in my throat. “You poor thing…” I said as I tenderly put his hand in mine. “You’ve… You’ve probably been through so much… Sweetheart, thank you for telling me this. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“You’re not… freaked out?”

“Of course not, honey,” I replied with utmost sincerity and compassion. I was smiling so hard that my cheeks were getting sore.

Sam was obviously surprised by how well I was taking it. He finally smiled back at me, and our fingers interlocked. I was so flattered that I was now the only person outside of his family to know about this.

“What’s your last name, Sammy?” I asked.

“Stephenson,” he replied. “Uh… What’s yours?”

“Madison.”

We happily ate our pizza together, then it was time to go. Sam had a bunch of classes the next day, so he thought he should get to bed soon. He paid for the both of us, and did so in record time, not giving me a chance to argue.

Once we were outside, I gave him another hug - this one natural and unforced. We held it for quite a while… ten seconds to be exact. I gave Sam a quick peck on the forehead as we broke away.

“Have a good night,” I said as I gave his shoulder a flirty squeeze. “Maybe we can hang out again this weekend?”

“Um, actually, Dani…” Sam said, “I… I was thinking… maybe… you’d… Okay. The paper wants me to go to this fancy event on Friday. It’s like a charity thing. They need me to fill in for a guy and interview some people. I… I was wondering if… you’d like to go with me? As my date?”

I felt my heart swell. “I’d love to, Sammy,” I replied.

“R-really?” he said, surprised. It seemed, for some reason, he thought I would say no.

“Definitely! What time?”

“Uh…seven. Seven pm.”

“Okay. I’d be glad to go with you. Then I would get to see you work,” I told him.

“Heh…” He faced the concrete, blushing adorably.

I couldn’t help myself. I gave him another big hug, snuggling my body against his.

I brought my lips close to his ear and hissed, “Have a great week, sweetheart.”

I broke away from him, giving him a wink. I got in my car and drove away, leaving him standing there, smitten.

ooOOoo

The days leading up to the party Sam invited me to were torture. All I wanted was to be with Sam. We talked and texted throughout the week, but when we weren’t, it felt as if I had a giant hole in my side. Masturbating, while thinking about him, almost filled that hole, but it wasn’t quite enough. I wanted the real thing.

What I had with Sam wasn’t a crush. It was an obsession. I found his Facebook profile and immediately sent him a friend request, and he accepted it an hour later. He posted something every other day, and when did, I would give his post a ‘like.

On Wednesday, I texted him and asked what I should wear, and he told me he was wearing a suit and tie, so he suggested something nice but not overly so. I had a semi-tight red dress that went down to my knees. I suggested that, and he said go for it.

On Thursday, I called him, ready to get the final details in order.

“I can pick you up around 6:30,” he said.

“Great. I’ll text you my address.”

“All righty. Sounds good, Dani. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’m really excited.”

“Y-yeah, me too.”

ooOOoo

Friday night. I could hardly wait to see Sam. Four days was too long a wait to be with a cutie like him. I was ready to go at 6:15 - a great accomplishment, since I was typically fifteen minutes late instead. I wore a tight black dress that went down to my knees, my hair was in a fancy bun, and I had layers of makeup on.

It was just before 6:30 when I heard a knock on my door. As I opened it, I saw Sam, and I nearly orgasmed. Crude, but true. He looked… impressive. He was wearing a black suit with matching black pants, as well as a dark blue tie with a white dress shirt. His medium-length hair was combed sideways, with just a little gel in it. He wore a cologne that made me think of waterfalls and rain, and it drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Sam’s eyes went wide and he stumbled backward as he looked at me. “D-Dani… You look… gorgeous,” he said in a voice as quiet as a whisper. “I… I… I should’ve dressed up better…”

“Nonsense, honey; I think you look perfect.” I stepped forward. My fingertips roamed around his suit jacket, searching for any stray pieces of lint (at least, that was the excuse I gave myself). “Really great…”

Sam wasn’t sure whether to look at me or watch my hands, so his head turned away, cheeks flushed. I desperately wanted to tell him, “Let’s just forget the party and cuddle for the next two days.” But, even if this was a date, this was for Sam’s job at the paper, so I glumly resisted the temptation. However…

“Do you think we can hang out afterward?” I asked.

“Uh, y-yeah, sure,” he said. “I… I think I’d like that.”

“Mmm, good,” I said as my hands moved to his shoulders and gave them a couple gentle squeezes. “You’re a little tense… Are you nervous at all?”

“Definitely,” he said quickly, shivering slightly under my touch. “I don’t do these kinds of events very often…”

“You’ll be fine,” I assured him as I gave him a kind smile. “Besides, I’ll be right there with you. No need to be nervous.”

“Okay …okay,” he said. He didn’t sound very convinced, but he gave me a grin of his own, probably trying to boost his confidence.

“Well… I’m ready to go when you are,” I told him.

He led me to his car. It was a pleasant shade of red, but the car itself was nowhere nearly as nice as mine. Still… it looked pretty good for a college boy on a newspaper’s salary. We got in and drove off.

“What year is this car?” I asked. “It’s pretty nice.”

“2013,” he replied. “I wash the outside and clean the inside frequently, and that kinda helps keep it looking new.”

“…You’re a li’l neat freak, aren’t you?” I teased.

“Yep,” he conceded, shrugging.

“That’s good,” I told him, patting his leg. As I did, for a split-second, we gained an enormous amount of speed, but Sam immediately sent us back to normal. “Th… That’s a good thing to be proud of. I used to be just a total slob, but massage work’s helped me to be cleaner and more organized.”

Sam nodded. “Hm. To be a massage therapist, do you have to, like, be really good at anatomy and stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” I answered, a subtle laugh in my voice. “Massages are so much more than just rubbing people. I had to take hours worth of anatomy and physiology classes. And that isn’t even the half of it.”

“Really?”

“Mm-mm. I had to spend even more hours learning about the various techniques and styles of massages. I had no idea how weak my hands were when I started. They’re much stronger now, but still.”

“It was all worth it, though, right?”

“Definitely. It’s a tough learning experience, but it’s so rewarding. And I get to meet and help a lot of people.”

A devious grin formed on Sam’s face. “Who’s the most attractive person you’ve ever massaged?”

You, I answered in my head.

“I don’t really think about that,” I lied. “But… maybe once in a while, I’ll come across someone I think is kind of cute.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed red yet again; he knew I was talking about him.

We talked for another twenty minutes before we reached the destination: the Anderson Hotel. I couldn’t help but gasp; it was one of the most luxurious hotels in the city, with its grand stature and design, as well as the divine golden light surrounding it. I’d always wanted to spend one night there…if the rooms weren’t so damn expensive.

After we parked, Sam asked me, “Dani, can you open the dashboard and grab my lanyard, please?”

“Ooh, a lanyard?”

“It’s my pass so that we can get in.”

I opened the dashboard and reached inside, then pulled out his pass. “Thanks,” he said as I gave it to him. He hung it over his chest like a necklace. As soon as we got out of the car, a deep voice called, “Hey! Sam!”

A slender, black-haired man - probably in his early to mid-thirties - was weaving his way through the parking lot to get to us. He wore attire very similar to Sam’s, the only difference being his tie was red.

“That’s Jack,” Sam told me. “Photographer.”

Sure enough, Jack had a camera bag strapped over his shoulder, as well as his own lanyard hanging from his neck. He power-walked over to us, heaving breath after breath through his lungs. Before he took his final step, his eyes turned to me, giving me an astounded look.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Danicka.” My arm wrapped around Sam’s and I held it close. “I’m his date.”

Jack’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “You’re real?!” He started to laugh, turning away from us. “Man… Heh heh… Sam’s told me all about you. I thought he was lyin’, but… here you are!” He gave Sam a pat on the shoulder. “Guess I owe you an apology.”

“It - It’s fine,” Sam said dismissively, evidently not wanting to talk about it.

“Aw, man, he practically gushes over you,” Jack told me. “A girl as good-lookin’ as you, I can see why.”

“Ma - Maybe we should head inside?” Sam suggested. His entire face was red - even his ears.

“All right, all right.” Jack backed away, still having a good chuckle. We followed him into the Anderson Hotel, where he and Sam showed their passes to the two guards in front of the venue’s ballroom.

“And who’s this?” one of them asked, nodding toward me.

Sam started to answer. “She’s my fr…”

“I’m his date,” I interrupted. Honest to God, it was euphoric saying that. “I’m Danicka.”

They let us into the ballroom - Jack went in first, then me, and Sam was last. As we walked in, our ears were instantly greeted by soft, jazzy music. Sure enough, there was a small jazz band on the corner stage, playing their hearts out. The ballroom was completely packed with people, all dressed in extravagant suits and elegant dresses. I made sure to keep Sam close to me; it was a good guess that he didn’t like crowds and tight spaces. I looked at his face and could see that he was a little flustered. His cheeks were red, like always, but the rest of his face was sickly pale. His eyes darted around the room, looking at each and every person there.

He was terrified.

“Hey,” I whispered into his ear. My hand slid down his arm until it found his hand, and our fingers entwined - fitting perfectly, like keys and locks. “It’ll be okay. I’m right here with you. Just… Just get them to talk about themselves. And believe me when I tell you that you’re an amazing person to talk to.”

“This was a mistake,” he said under his breath.

“What? Bringing me here? Is that what you mean?”

“No. No, no. I mean, just… being here at all. I don’t know what made me think I could do this.”

It broke my heart to see him this way. He reminded me of a turtle with no shell to retreat into. It was the opposite of the cool, comfortable version of Sam I’d been seeing. His hand still in mine, I led him to a small corner where it was just me and him.

“Listen to me,” I told him, looking him straight in the eye. “These people want to talk about themselves. They’re desperately searching for a reason to talk about themselves. They already know some press was gonna be here, right?”

“Y-yeah. I think…”

“You can do this, Sammy. I know you can.”

“A-all right. I -  I’ll try.” Sam reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and conjured a voice recorder. He browsed through the people in front of him, until he picked his first guy. “Mister Bolton!” he called as he stepped forward. Sure enough, a tall, balding man turned around, wondering who was calling his name.

“Mister Bolton,” Sam said as he held out his hand. “Sam Stephenson, Morning Tribune.”

“Hey, I know you!” Mister Bolton said as he shook Sam’s hand. “You wrote, um… That subway piece! That was a mighty fine article, son.”

Sam seemed caught off-guard by the compliment, but he quickly recovered. “I’d like to hear your position on…”

And there he was… the cool, comfortable Sam I had a profound infatuation with. Then, Mister Bolton - that name reminded me of Michael Bolton, the singer - started talking about himself, then kept going. And going. And going. Nevertheless, Sam didn’t show an ounce of boredom. He thanked Bolton for his time, then moved on to the next person. He did it so confidently and sociably, and it was damn sexy to watch. The selfish part of my nature thought, Sam’s doing this because of me!, but I knew that I’d only given him a boost, and he did the rest.

I loved this version of Sam. He was kind and generous to his interviewees, yet still had that right amount of assertiveness. Several people mentioned knowing him from certain articles in the newspaper, making me feel like I was friends with a celebrity. A couple of women asked him his age, and when he told them he was twenty-one, they were stunned.

Meanwhile, I was downing as much champagne as I could.

Finally, after interviewing over a dozen people, Sam rushed back to our spot. His walk was a bit off as if he had a small cramp in his thighs.

“You okay, Sammy?” I asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he told, mustering a smile towards me. He looked back to the crowd of people as he said, “It’s just that… this is frickin’ terrifying.”

“Wait, really? But… you’re doing such an amazing job, Sammy. Like, a fantastic job. And…” I inched closer to him, giving him a coy smile as I said huskily, “…I didn’t know you had a reputation. You’re kinda famous.”

“Oh…” He looked down at his shoes, a sheepish smile on his face. “It’s not that big a deal,” he said modestly. “It’s just luck.”

I furrowed my brow, far from convinced. “Just luck, huh?”

He could only shrug. “I like writing.”

I moved in a little closer. “Sam, I… need to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

He looked me straight in the eye, a slight trace of dread on his face. “…What is it?”

“Why don’t you drop out of school?”

The question obviously caught him by surprise. He looked toward the crowd of people again, thinking of an answer.

“I mean… this job at the paper - you’re obviously very successful at it. Why don’t you drop out and commit to it?”

“It’s, uh… It’s complicated,” he said. He opened his mouth as if to say more, but we were soon interrupted.

“Hey, lovebirds!” came Jack’s voice as he emerged from the crowd toward us, camera in hand. “Sam, I’d love to get a shot of you and Danicka.”

“Wh-what for?”

“Just for kicks. Now, Dani, I want you to stand right next to him, and put both hands on his shoulders.”

A reason to touch Sam? I’ll take it! I moved to his left, so close that our hips were touching. My right hand went across his back to his right shoulder, while my left hand made a short trip to his left shoulder.

“Perfect,” Jack said as he put the camera to his eyes. “All right. One… two… three.”

His camera flashed as the picture was taken.

“One more,” Jack told us. “Dani, give Sam a nice kiss on the cheek.”

Before Sam had time to argue, I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and pulled him in, giving him a big, fat kiss on his cheek. The camera flashed again.

“Got it,” Jack said. “Sam, I’m gonna pin this to your wall in the office, for eeeveryone to see.”

Sam looked at his shoes again, and his cheeks returned to having the same color as an apple.

ooOOoo

“I love charity balls,” I said. “I’d love for you to take me to another one when it comes up.”

“When it comes up,” Sam agreed, looking at me with a smile.

It was close to 10 o’clock at night. Sam and I had stopped at a drive-thru, where I ordered a chicken sandwich and a lemonade, while Sam ordered a bacon hamburger (no cheese) and a strawberry milkshake. I wasn’t exactly a fast food eater, but I was certainly not a hater of it. I had no objection to eating it - I just preferred other things to eat. We were sitting at my kitchen table, eating and talking contently. His suit jacket hung in the front room closet, and his shoes were placed neatly by the front door.

“Thank you… for helping me out with my nerves,” he said.

“Aw, you’re welcome, Sammy,” I said, putting my hand on his leg. “But it was all you. You just needed a little pick-me-up.”

“If… If you say so,” he said diffidently, turning his attention to his burger. He only had a few bites left, finishing them quickly. “I, um… I better get going. I need to write the article and…”

“Sammy, wait,” I said, moving my hand from his thigh to his shoulder. “Before you go… I want to do something for you. It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.”

Excitement twinkled in his eyes, but anxiety took hold of his face. “Wh - What do you want to do?”

“I wanna help you relax.”

The excitement shined brighter, but the anxiety became more obvious. He didn’t know which way to feel. “But… I-I’m relaxed. I’m relaxed right now. I’m perfectly relaxed.”

I rolled my eyes, amused at his resistance. “Sweetie, stress is radiating off you like a fire. Just… for a few minutes… let me try to melt some of that stress, okay? I’m not gonna pull any funny business; I just wanna give you a nice, tiny break.”

He took a few seconds to think. A war of conflictions raged in his head.

“You’re not doing anything wrong for saying yes,” I assured him. “I’m just telling you, as a professional massage therapist, you need some time for relaxation.”

Sam slowly began to nod. “O-okay. All right. I’m… I’m fine with that.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re the best, Sammy. Now… First, I want you to sit next to me on the couch.”

We got up from the table and went to the living room, where my comfy couch awaited. I took Sam’s hand and practically dragged him over, forcing him to sit next to me. He showed no signs of objection. My hands then went to his chest, where I undid the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Next… I want you to rest your head on my lap.”

Sam paused for a brief second, then complied.

“Theeere you go… Lay on your belly for me.”

Sam - bless his beautiful heart - turned his body so that his stomach was lying on the couch. A sharp jolt of energy ran up my body as his head came in contact with my legs. Very tiny amounts of perspiration were forming on my head, no doubt an effect of my… passion towards Sam. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man. His autism didn’t bother me. If anything, it bolstered my feelings towards him. It gave him that fragility I craved so much for my men to have, and Sam was the first to have it.

“Comfy?” I asked as I began running my fingers through his hair.

“Mmm,” was all he could say. His body grew heavier, letting me know that I was hitting the spot.

I set to work. With my other hand, I gave his back a blissful mix of rubbing and stroking. My hand moved slowly and unpredictably, like a lost traveler in a forest. His hair stood up and stiffened under my other hand.

This is perfect, I thought to myself. You’re amazing, Sammy.

Suddenly, Sam’s body let off a violent jerk. He took a quick inhale like he was waking up from a bad dream. With that, our moment ended.

“I… I really have to go, Dani,” he said as he scrambled to get up. “Thank you so much for that. It felt amazing. But I need to get back to my dorm so that I can write the article. I… I’m really sorry, but—”

“Sam, wait,” I said calmly. I got up and went over to him, draping my arms over his shoulders and touching his forehead with mine, letting him stare into my bright blue eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do, sweetie. You’re trying to get away from me. Can you tell me why, please?”

“It’s just…” he began as he searched for his words. “I’m scared that I make girls feel… weird.”

I nodded in understanding. “Okay. But why, though?”

“I… I’m not sure, Dani. I just - You really do make everything less stressful. You… take care of me. At the party… The massage appointment… At the pizzeria… And tonight at the charity ball… And just now… All those times, I was following your lead, not you following mine. And I liked that. B-but I know I shouldn’t, ’cause it’s selfish. I guess since I’m a man… I have to be the one who does that stuff. Th-that’s what my parents taught me - the man is the leader, the woman follows. But this whole time, I’ve been… the follower, and I like it. You’ve been the leader. Th-that’s why I’m worried I make you feel weird. It’s just that… conflict, I guess. You’re taking charge, e-even though I should be. That’s why I’ve never been with anyone, Dani. I don’t go up to girls and talk to them, because I’m… scared of being put in that position. I-I… I…”

I’d heard enough. I put my finger to Sam’s lips, silencing him. That’s when I whispered to him, “It sounds like you and I have the same kink.”

His eyes were filled with only shock and awe.

I guided him to sit back down next to me. I held his hand in mine, our fingers entwining and fitting together perfectly.

“Sam,” I began. “A few nights ago, you told me something about yourself that no one knows about. I’m gonna do the same with you now. When… When I was a little girl - maybe eight or nine years old - I saw this movie where the hero just gets his ass beaten in a battle. He’s lying there, and then… his wife or girlfriend comes in and nurtures him. She patches up his wounds, and after she helps him get back to his camp, she holds him in her arms, with his head tucked under her chin, and she’s peppering his scalp with kisses. When I saw that, something just… clicked inside my head. I thought to myself, ‘That’s how I want things to be when I have a boyfriend. But, like you said… the man takes care of the woman. But I wanted a guy who was just like that hero in the movie. You’re him, Sam.”

Sam looked up at me. The fear and shame on his face were slowly replaced by hope and happiness.

“Except you’re much, much more attractive,” I added, giving him a short tickle on his chin with my pointer finger. “I’ve dated, uh… a few guys, and none of them came close to what I wanted. And then you came along, Sammy, right when I thought I’d never find a guy who was into role reversal.”

“…‘Role reversal’?”

“That’s what it’s called - role reversal. Some people call it gentle femdom, or tender femdom, but I like role reversal; it’s a broader, more general term. I’ll admit—I wasn’t sure why I liked you so much. It seemed like you might be into it, but I’d been with so many guys before who weren’t, so there was no reason to think you were. But then, after that massage… I started getting my hopes up. And when you told me about your Asperger’s… everything just fell into place.”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Yeah, I guess it did. I’m just - I’m just glad I know someone who… understands my feelings. I don’t even understand my own feelings sometimes.”

“It’s okay.” I put my hand on his cheek, like we were characters in a sappy romance movie. “Sam… Tonight, at the charity ball, I got a taste of the challenges that you have to go through. I want to be someone you can go to when you’re frustrated, or sad, or even when you’re happy. I have a nice massage room in the basement, with candles and everything. I have a hot tub on my back patio. Whenever you want to relax and just let go of everything that’s ailing you, just come here, and I’ll take care of you.” It felt amazing to finally say that. After so long, too.

“That… That would be… great, Dani,” Sam told me. I hadn’t realized that my fingers were stroking his cheek, and he was growing drowsy because of it.

Then came the inevitable question. I frantically searched my mind for the right way to phrase it. Also, there was more I needed to tell him. “Is… Is this something you’re up for, Sammy? Do you want… a relationship?”

“I… I think so. Yeah. I mean, if you are, then… yeah.”

Butterflies swarmed my stomach. Sam was nearly mine. “Okay. But, since this is your first relationship, I’d like to set up some guidelines, just so you know what this’ll be like.”

“I-I’m fine with that,” he told me.

“Okay. So…” I quickly formed a list in my head. “First off, if I’m ever making you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”

He nodded. “Uh-huh…”

“If you ever feel weird about something, just let me know. The last thing I’d ever want is you being unhappy. If something bothers you, just say so, and I’ll fix it for you. Second, I… I…”

Just say it! I thought. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll tell you.

“I want you to spend the weekends here, with me.”

Sam didn’t look concerned, or confused. Instead, he looked… interested. “What for?”

“So that I can… give you an escape. Like I said, I have a massage table, and a hot tub. And when you’re tired, we can snuggle up in my bed. Third, I’d like to be the one who drives the car. When you’re coming over, I’ll go to your dorm and pick you up, and then I’ll take you back. Fourth, when we’re out to eat, I’ll be the one who pays. Fifth— Well, this one’s not really a guideline, but feel free to use my washer and dryer. Doing your laundry at your dorm is just a waste of money.” I couldn’t think of anything else, so I asked, “What do you think? Questions? Comments?”

“Yeah, I… I actually do have a couple of things. It’s just… What if I had a really busy week, and I had a lot to do on the weekend?”

“I’d understand,” I told him. “But I hope we could still spend time together.”

“I get that. Yeah. If I have stuff to do, I’ll… I’ll try to get everything done on Saturday, then I can come over on Sunday.”

“Sounds like a deal,” I said. “Anything else?”

“I have one more thing. My dad and I Skype every Saturday night.”

“That’s cool,” I said, smiling.

“And… one last thing. I… I’m not sure if I should ask you this…”

“It’ll be okay,” I assured him. “Go ahead.”

“…You’re not gonna… t-tie me up and… do weird stuff to me, are you?”

My eyes widened as I gasped. But, my face went from shocked to sympathetic as I held his face in my hands. “No, no, of course not, sweetie. No.”

“It’s just that… it’s called ‘gentle femdom’, and I wanted to make sure.”

“Oh, no, no, Sammy. Gentle femdom doesn’t have anything to do with that. All the things I listed—that’s what gentle femdom is. Like I said, it’s kind of like role reversal.”

“O-okay…” he said, obviously relieved. “That was my last thing.”

“Then it sounds like we have an agreement.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do.”

My hands still holding his head, I closed the distance between us and gave him our - and his - first liplock. There are no words to describe how glorious that kiss felt. Sam let his head relax in my grasp, letting me do all the work - just like I wanted. I was flooded with a sense of control and power that I’d been craving for so long. Finally, for the first time in my life, I felt just like that woman in the movie.

When I finally broke the kiss, I was about to say something, but I was quickly bombarded by a fit of the giggles. I was so excited! I finally had my dream man. Sam seemed to have found his perfect woman, because he wasn’t just looking at me. He was memorizing. He took note of the shape of my cheekbones, the blue in my eyes, the bright whiteness of me smile.

My giddy giggles calmed down, letting me give three good kisses around his face.

“Mmm, you’re the greatest, Sammy,” I told him as I began my sap speech. “I’ll be your perfect girlfriend. You deserve it.”

He responded with a touched smile, and his cheeks once again became that vibrant red. “Th… Thank you, Dani,” he said. “And same to you.”

I threw my arms around him, pulling him into a nice, warm embrace. “You’re so sweet.” Unfortunately, I had to pull away. “I want you to go back to your dorm and write that piece. Get some rest. Text me if you’re able to come over, and I’ll be there to pick you up.”

Minutes ago, Sam wanted nothing more than to leave. Now, all he wanted was to stay.

“Bring some clothes, and a bathing suit if you have one. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded. “Mm-hm. I think I have some swimming trunks. What time are you gonna pick me up?”

“Sometime in the afternoon. How about two?”

“O-okay, that sounds good.”

ooOOoo

I undressed and immediately swan-dived onto my bed, toys in tow. Lying on my stomach, I positioned the dildo directly below my starving pussy. I pretended Sam’s body was underneath mine, his cock nice and stiff… just for me. With my legs spread like eagle’s wings, I slammed my pussy into the dildo, completely engorging the toy. More butterflies raptured my stomach as I went to town.

It had been a perfect day. At last, after years of searching, I found what I was looking for -someone who understood my kink. I finally found someone who wasn’t weirded out by my desire to be the leader of the relationship. I finally found someone I could be nurturing towards. I finally found someone who wouldn’t mind if I did all the work. I never questioned how something as simple as being the big spoon in a cuddle could be so erotic. It all came back to that movie. That life-changing work of art… My turn-ons had been transformed from a curse into a blessing.

Sammy… That’s it… Just relax…

There were worse things to be attracted to. I knew all along that these feelings were normal, and that they were shared among other people as well.

My pussy was tightening around the dildo, my walls squeezing and massaging it. My legs were spread so wide, from the left foot to the right foot, they looked like a straight, horizontal line. They curled back as I unleashed a heavy orgasm on that lucky dildo. Already the waves of bliss were hitting me as I rolled into my back, staring at the ceiling.

I could not wait for tomorrow.