Harem House – Selene Pt. 08 by SirAeghann,SirAeghann

Arthur woke up first. The dark curtains of his room kept the sunlight and streetlights out of his bedroom. Or they would have, but there was still no sunlight in the sky. The alarm on his Fitbit was going off, buzzing against his wrist. He lazily opened his eyes to see the top of Selene’s head. She was facing him now, having rolled over in the night. He marveled that he could feel the alarm on his wrist with how numb his arm felt from her using it as a pillow.

She fell asleep after her spanking last night before they had a chance to really get going. Arthur wasn’t upset about it, though. They had an entire evening of play before they returned to his apartment, and it was clear that she needed the rest. They’d been staying up late and getting up early, barely eating, and fucking every chance they got. He took a slow deep breath and tried to move his arm from under her as gently as possible.

They were both naked but covered by the sheet over his bed. He lifted it up a little, and it slid down. The cooler air struck Selene’s naked breast and roused her. Her eyes blinked slowly, taking in the dark room and Arthur’s shadowy muscular form in front of her, his forearm now acting as her pillow. She couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face.

“You let me sleep on the bed?” Selene’s voice was groggy, and her question ended in a big yawn as she rolled to her back and stretched all of her limbs.

Arthur took the chance to move his arm out from under her and stretched his neck a little.

“Yeah.” Arthur answered. “I… I didn’t really think about it too hard. It just seemed… natural.”

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, Master.” Selene touched the collar on her throat, almost as if checking to see if the plain leather band was still there. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay.” Arthur assured her. “We were both tired when we got back last night, and you had a pretty exciting evening, as I recall.”

“But I should have taken care of you.” Selene rolled back to face him, and her hands immediately reached between his legs.

“Oh?” Arthur asked. “Isn’t it my job to take care of you as your Master?”

“Yes, Master, but I am your slave. You are my world, and I exist to please you, to take care of your needs, whatever they might be.” Selene’s coy smile faded only so she could kiss the tender flesh of his neck while her hand wrapped itself around his member and started to pump.

Arthur placed his hand on hers, stopping her for a moment. “We should get up, pet, and start the day.”

“What?” Selene sounded alarmed as she stopped stroking. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. No.” Arthur shook his head as he sat up. He reached over, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead to assure her. “I’m not mad. I just didn’t set alarms before my usual ones, so I have to get up if I’m going to make it to the gym.”

“Oh.” Selene nodded. “Are you sure I can’t take care of you first?”

Arthur looked down and then back up to Selene’s eyes. “I’m not sure we have the time….” He hesitated and checked the clock. He had work at seven, and it was five o’clock now. He was usually at the gym by five-thirty, so he could work out, shower, change, and get to work. “I have to get to the gym.” He explained.

“Can I come with you?” Selene asked as she started pumping him again.

“To the gym?” Arthur sounded surprised.

“I work out!” Selene playfully slapped his arm. “Sometimes. Not as much as you, I guess. But still…”

Arthur smirked and nodded. “I thought you just did your yoga?”

“I do.” Selene nodded. “But I’m sure they have a spot for it at the gym on campus.”

“They do.” Arthur laughed. “But the fact that you’re sure and not already aware tells me that you haven’t used it.”

“Well, I usually do my yoga in my apartment.” Selene explained. “But I can do it at the gym. Besides, I can watch you work out, which will make me nice and wet, and maybe if I’m a good girl, you’ll let me suck you off somewhere near the locker rooms, or maybe even fuck me in the showers?”

Arthur chuckled, patted her head, and slid out of bed and out of her clinging grasp. He turned on the nightstand lamp and then headed toward his dresser across from the foot of the bed. She watched him, smirking at his hardened member bouncing as he walked.

“Other people will be there.” Arthur shook his head. “So you’ll have to wait for after the showers, but if we leave now, we can probably grab a quick bite at the cafeteria and have some play time in the parking lot before I go to work.”

“Great!” Selene chirped as she sat up. “Oh uh… what should I wear to the gym?” She asked.

Arthur thought about it as he pulled out his own clothes. He had gym shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt, some tight boxer briefs, and his gym shoes. He packed his work/day clothes into his duffel. A pair of gray slacks, a robin’s egg blue-collar shirt, and a dark blue tie. His dress shoes and socks went upside down on top.

“Master?” Selene asked.

“Well, you’ll have to run across the parking lot to your apartment to pick something up since you left your dress in my car last night.” Arthur chuckled. “I imagine you have yoga pants?”

Selene nodded. “Of course. And yoga shorts too.”

“Yoga shorts then.” Arthur pulled his own shorts up and closed them, to Selene’s disappointment. “And a sports bra.”

“I have a few.” Selene nodded.

“Something red, if you have it.” Arthur answered. “Or whatever matches your shorts.”

Selene nodded. “Yes, sir. And a top?”

“No. The sports bra is your top.” Arthur answered. “I want to see as much skin as possible while you work through the poses.”

“And what should I pack to wear for the rest of the day?” Selene asked. Arthur was surprised that she didn’t argue about the top. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear just a sports bra before, but she was clearly taken with her role as a slave. She didn’t want to argue with him. She wanted to obey.

“You want me to choose what you wear today too?” Arthur asked, almost surprised. He’d chosen what she wore yesterday as part of their play, but it seemed Selene was eager to give up as much control as she could offer him.

“Yes, Master. Whatever you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” Selene sat up but didn’t pull the sheet up to cover herself. She pushed it away with her legs and folded them demurely beneath her while she supported herself with her hand, displaying her slim body and handful of breasts to him as he dressed.

Arthur thought about it for a moment as he pulled his shirt on. He knew what Selene usually wore and what his preferences were. There wasn’t a whole lot of overlap. She typically wore loose casual clothing that hid her figure. He supposed eventually they could fix that, but he didn’t want to have Selene go out and buy an entirely new, far sluttier, wardrobe. Especially since they were looking to be discreet where other people were concerned.

He looked into his drawer and pulled out an old Superman t-shirt. He tossed it to her. “You can wear that to your apartment to get your stuff, at least.” It was big on him, so he knew it would be dress-length for her. He was almost right.

Selene slid off the bed, stretched tantalizingly, and put the t-shirt on by raising her hands, slipping them through it, and letting it drop down onto her. It fell to the top of her thighs like a mini dress, scooting down only an inch when she lowered her arms. The neck hole was oversized on her, scooping off to one side and showing her collarbone. She looked like she was wearing a comfortable pajama shirt, even though it was one of his looser workout shirts.

“Yes, Sir.” Selene agreed. “And for the rest of the day?”

“We really should get you some lingerie.” Arthur smirked.

“You bought me some last night, didn’t you?” Selene asked.

“Yes, but not the kind you can wear under your clothes… except…” He looked pointedly at the nightstand. Selene’s gaze followed his and came to rest on a small purple vibrator, curled and ribbed. “I charged that last night. So whatever you wear, you’ll need to lube that up and wear it underneath.”

Selene’s eyes sparkled as she looked at it. “And you’ll tell me when I can turn it on and off?” Selene asked.

“It’s remote-controlled.” Arthur explained. “I’ll decide when to turn it on and off, yes.”

“Fuck.” Selene looked up at him and took a step closer. “I mean- Yes, Master.” She clambered over the bed and snatched the vibrator away.

“So you’ll need some panties, maybe some bike shorts or something under a short skirt.” Arthur mused. “And you should probably wear a bra…” His eyes fell on her tits once more. “If you must…”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, Master.” Selene answered. She pulled the shirt a little to show off her breasts behind the thin cotton. “I might poke through a bit, though.”

Arthur admired the way her pointed nipples poked through the fabric. “What size are your breasts anyway? What cup size, I mean?” The information would be helpful depending on what he wanted to buy her.

“It depends on the bra…” Selene shrugged. “Sometimes I’m a B, sometimes I’m a C, I’m right on the cusp.”

Arthur nodded. “Good to know.” Arthur nodded. “A bra then. Something cute, not solid colored. Do you have anything like that?”

“Yes, sir.” Selene nodded. “I have a polka dot one that I think should be up to the task.”

Arthur nodded. “Good.”

“And for a top?” Selene asked. “Panties, bra, short skirt, and…”

“Spaghetti strap cami.” Arthur’s eyes twinkled.

“Under…” Selene suggested.

“No, that’s your top. Show off that cute bra a little.”

Selene’s fingers tugged at the hem of her new t-shirt.

“Is that a problem?” Arthur asked as he stepped over to her. He was fully dressed now, except for his shoes. He towered over her, forcing her to look up at him if she wanted to see his eyes, but she kept her eyes downcast. She was thinking.

“No, Master.” Selene answered. “It’s…” She hesitated. “It just might bring me some attention.”

“Is that a problem?” Arthur asked. “Girls dress like that all the time on campus, and it’s supposed to be warmer today.”

“I know. I just… I don’t normally dress that way. People will notice.” Selene answered.

“And you’re worried they might think you’re a slut?” Arthur asked.

“Not worried, just…” Selene hesitated. She was clearly trying to think of how to explain her hesitations, but she couldn’t put her finger on it herself. The idea of it bothered her, and she didn’t know why. It was different with Arthur. She would wear anything with Arthur, for Arthur, and she was aroused by the very idea of his hungry gaze washing over her and stoking his desire. She wanted to appear fuckable to him in every way. But to the rest of the people on campus?

Arthur could sense her hesitation, and he wasn’t sure if he should be firm with her. He could force her to do what he wanted as her Master unless she chose to claim her safeword or take off her collar, or he could show some gentle kindness, knowing that this would be her first time doing something like this that could be seen by other people.

“How about this.” Arthur started as he sat on the edge of the bed to put his gym shoes on. “Start off with just the cami. And take note of how many people check you out. You’ll get a reward from me for every person who checks you out. But, take a t-shirt with you just in case, and if you get uncomfortable or if it becomes too much, go to the bathroom and put it on, and message me to let me know. Does that sound fair?”

Selene thought about it for a moment. “I don’t need the t-shirt.” She decided.

“Take the t-shirt anyway. If you need it, you have it.” Arthur stood, having finished tying his shoes, and cupped her cheek. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Selene smiled. She stood on her toes and reached her head up. He bent a little to meet her halfway, and they shared a kiss. It was gentle and slow, but Selene started to heat it up as she placed her hands on his arms.

Arthur broke the kiss and gave her a swift smack on her rear, which caused her to jump in mild surprise. The marks from the tause he’d used the night before were sore, and the spank had spiked the pain there unexpectedly.

“Now go get your clothes. I’ll meet you with the car outside.” Arthur instructed her as he started toward the door.

Selene nodded, grabbed the vibrator, and walked swiftly toward the apartment’s front door. He watched the material of the t-shirt swing and sway as she walked, the cotton hem bunching up and releasing. It gave teasing views of the very tops of her thighs. He imagined following her up the stairs in that t-shirt would have been an act of voyeurism.

He watched her cross the parking lot from his window. Once Selene was in her building, he grabbed his keys, duffel, pocket contents, and everything he needed for the day and headed down to his car. The car smelled like Selene, and he smirked at the thought of it. Her masturbating in the back seat last night hadn’t aired out yet, and the smell was delightful and arousing to Arthur as he backed out of the spot. He drove around to Selene’s building door and waited for her.

She came trotting out of the apartment building door after a few minutes, dressed as he’d instructed with the tightest, shortest pair of dark gray yoga shorts he’d seen and a bright red sports bra. The plain leather band that was her collar was still there against her throat. It didn’t match the outfit and stood out because of it, but she refused to take it off. Her entire torso, from her waist to just under her breasts, was exposed, as were her arms and shoulders. It showed off her toned but petite stomach and barely hinted at the lines of her hips. She wore a pair of sneakers with ankle socks to complete the ensemble and carried a duffel much like his.

She smiled when she saw Arthur and quickly climbed into the passenger seat. She closed the door, leaned over the middle section, and put her head in Arthur’s lap before he started pulling away. Arthur rolled his eyes and started to drive. Selene kissed him through his gym shorts.

“Please, Master?” Selene asked.

“What?” Arthur asked. “What do you want?”

“Please may I suck your cock, Master?” Selene asked.

“Recite your slave mantra first. You forgot to do it when you woke up today.” Arthur answered.

“I’m so sorry, Master!” Selene gripped his thigh with her hand. “Please punish your slave for her forgetfulness.”

Arthur chuckled. “Oh, I will.” He set up his phone in the little GPS clip on his dashboard and pulled up a particular app. “But first, are you wearing that vibrator like I told you to?”

“Yes, sir.” Selene tried to say it as breathily as possible, to push her hot breath through the thin material of his shorts to his hardening member. She was successful.

“Then recite your mantra.” He commanded.

“I am your slave, and you are my-” Selene’s recitation cut off when Arthur pressed a button on his phone. He couldn’t hear it, but Selene could feel the low and steady buzz of the lubed vibrator in her pussy and her grip tightened on her Master’s thigh. “Ah.” She said in surprise as she adjusted to it.

“Try again.” Arthur said. He pressed a button, and the buzzing stopped.

“I am your slave, and you are my Master.” Selene started. The buzzing resumed, and she clamped her legs together as she started stroking his cock through his shorts.

“I am yours to play with and yours to control.” Her voice was quiet and measured, as though she were fighting the instinct to interrupt her words with breathy gasps. The vibrations increased, and she exhaled strongly onto his cock, still face down in his lap.

“I will eagerly see to your needs and serve you with my whole heart. I eagerly give you my body and want you to use me as you see fit. I will wear the signs of my submission with pride. I eagerly obey you in all things. I know that you will take care of me as my Master.” Selene’s breathing hitched slightly as the buzzing increased its intensity yet again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to adjust. Arthur smirked.

“I am your slave, Master. Your plaything. Your fuck toy. Your pet. I am whatever you need me to be to bring you pleasure, and I will seek to bring you pleasure in all things.” Selene tried but failed to pull down his shorts so that she could get at his cock. Arthur reached over and spanked her, seeming to know precisely where the tause-bruised spots were. She clamped her eyes shut in both pain and pleasure as the vibrations in her mingled with the pain and nearly overrode her conscious mind.

It took several seconds before she remembered that she was supposed to be reciting her mantra.

“I am owned, cared for, and safe with you, Master. Please, Master, use your slut.” She was fervently begging by the end as Arthur slid his finger up along the screen and the intense buzzing between her legs increased with it.

“Please, Master!” Selene shouted, nearly screaming into his lap. “Let me suck your cock!”

Arthur smirked and slid his finger up and down in several rapid movements. Selene twitched against him as her legs clamped together. She placed her open mouth directly against his gym-short-covered thigh and screamed. She recovered enough, still twitching, to ask:

“Master, may I cum?”

“You’re very close, aren’t you?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, sir.” Selene gripped his thigh with one hand and the seat with the other. Both hands seemed determined to never let go.

Arthur observed her as he increased the strength of the vibrator dramatically. He could hear it now, a quiet rumble within her that caused her to kick against the passenger door in an attempt to hold her orgasm back. She knew that cumming without permission would earn her another punishment, and Arthur hadn’t given her permission yet.

“PLEASE?” Selene shouted. “MASTER! I NEED PERMISSION! I NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO CUM, RIGHT NOW!”

Selene shouted, and Arthur seemed amused. He waited a moment or two more, and just as Selene felt she had no choice but to cum without permission, the buzzing suddenly stopped, and he delivered one harsh blow across both her ass cheeks. Her back arched up for a second as she lifted her head off his lap in a gasp, and then she fell back down to the seat, nuzzling her face into his crotch and against his thick cock.

“Will you forget your mantra tomorrow?” He asked.

“No, Master.” Selene answered immediately with a pitiful tone to her voice.

“Good girl.” He answered. “When you recite it, send me a selfie, so I’ll know you’ve done it even if I’m not there.” They both knew there was a chance that they might not play tonight, so they’d wake up in their own beds tomorrow.

“Yes, Sir.” Selene answered. “Now, may I suck your cock?”

“You really enjoy sucking my cock, don’t you?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Selene answered. “I love bringing you pleasure and seeing your face so full of pleasure when I blow you. It makes me very happy, and I love pleasing you. You enjoy it when I suck you off, don’t you?”

Arthur nodded, then realized she couldn’t see him nod. “Yes.” Arthur answered. “Very much. You’re an excellent cocksucker.”

“Thank you, Master. I’ll always try to be the best cocksucker I can be for you. I will always be your cocksucker. Any time you want your cock sucked, just message me. I’ll find you and suck you off.” Selene cooed as she let her hand play against his inner thigh.

“Any time?” Arthur asked, knowing that she was telling the truth.

“Any time.” Selene answered. “I wouldn’t even care if we were being discrete. If you wanted me to blow you in public, I think I would. I love the taste of your cum.”

“In class?” Arthur asked, teasing her a little.

Selene closed her eyes to savor the fantasy. “Yes, Master.”

“At work?” Arthur asked as he turned the car into the parking lot.

“At work, at class, at home, in the library, anywhere on campus, in the movie theater, in a restaurant, anywhere you want. My holes are yours to use.” Selene answered.

“Such a good little slut.” Arthur patted the back of her head and stroked her, petting her.

Selene cooed happily and nuzzled his thigh. “I’m your slut, Master.” She answered.

“And we’re here.” Arthur said as the car came to a spot in the parking lot. Selene lifted her head up. There weren’t many other cars in the lot, but Arthur had parked on the opposite end of the lot where there weren’t any. Selene looked down to his lap, where his shorts looked about to burst.

“Can I take care of you, Master? Then we can go work out?” Selene stroked him through his shorts.

“If we hurry.” Arthur lifted his hips slightly and pulled his shorts down, springing free. By the time his butt was back on the seat, Selene’s hands were around his dick, guiding it to her mouth. She dove onto it eagerly, pushing her face halfway down its length, pressing her lips into a tight seal, and sucking hard as she came back up. She repeated the process several times, pumping as hard as possible to get Arthur off as quickly as possible. This was no gentle blow job but a full-on face fuck.

Arthur kept one hand on the back of her head, gently holding her braid toward its base at the back of her head, watching it as it fell to the center of her back. He reached over to his phone and pressed the button again. He felt Selene’s mouth suck harder against him as the buzzing resumed.

He increased the intensity, and Selene increased her depth on him in response. He felt a few presses of his tip against her throat, and then he was in her throat, and she was stroking him with her throat. She swallowed to keep from gagging, as he’d told her, and the feel of it was like she was milking him with her soft wet throat, even as her fingers started to play with his balls.

“Mmm.” Arthur groaned as he rested his head back against the headrest. He could feel every muscle in his body tightening as she drove him closer to the edge. He wasn’t trying to hold back, but it was automatic. He knew he was going to blow soon. He increased the intensity again and slowly pulled her braid, creating tension.

Selene moaned onto his cock, and the vibration of it tore through his shaft. He erupted into her throat, and she swallowed several times as she worked her way back up his shaft, the final spurts hitting her tongue as she kept her mouth closed around him. Arthur sighed in instant relief, and Selene smiled. She reached up and turned off the vibrator by pressing the button on the app on his phone, still attached to the dashboard. Then she reached into her duffel bag at her feet, took out a pair of panties, and wiped off his wet cock with them before putting them back in the bag.

“Thank you, Master.” Selene smiled, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. “I love sucking your cock.” She smiled. “Can you just tie my head to your crotch and leave me there all day?” She chuckled.

“Tempting.” Arthur chuckled back. “Maybe another day.” He lifted his hips and slid his shorts back up. “For today, let’s go do our workouts.” He nodded toward the campus athletic center.

Selene smiled. She had a lazy, relaxed look when she got out of the car. Arthur waited for her, and she came around to his side of the car and gestured for him to lead the way. He offered her his hand, but she shook her head. He didn’t understand at first but realized when he started walking that she had wanted to do something else.

She kept a pace behind him, just to his right, and watched his heels as they walked, her hands folded behind her, with her chest thrust forward and her shoulders rolled back. Arthur could see her reflection in the doors to the building. If anyone could see them, he’d be surprised, but it wouldn’t be immediately apparent that anything was weird, except for Selene’s pose. And the fact that she threw herself at the building’s doors before Arthur could reach them.

She opened the door and held it open, stepping to the side and bowing her head. She didn’t say anything, but Arthur gave her a gentle pat on the hip as he passed her, letting her know that he appreciated the simple gestures of servitude. She resumed slave-walking behind him when they entered the building, but as they neared the gym, she changed the position of her hands from behind her to her sides.

There were several people already in the gym. Arthur knew them all, but one of them, in particular, stood out: Kelly Linnehan. She was wearing a tight pair of yoga shorts that came from her narrow waist to the middle of her thighs to show off her toned legs and an oversized cut-off t-shirt that exposed her soft but pronounced abs under her ample bust. The scooped neck of the t-shirt showed the tick strap of her sports bra over her right shoulder, and her smile was wide when she looked up from the rowing machine to see Arthur walking through the door.

“You’re behind schedule, buster.” Kelly called from the machine.

Arthur laughed and stretched his neck. “I know, I know. Slow start to the morning.”

“Who’s your friend?” Kelly asked as she stepped forward.

Arthur looked beside him to see Selene already offering her hand to Kelly. “I’m Selene.” She answered.

“I’m Kelly.” Kelly said with a smile. “Cute choker.”

“Thanks.” Selene smiled as she reached up and touched the thin leather choker collar around her throat. “I asked Arthur if we could carpool since we live in the same complex, and he was nice enough to give me a lift.” Selene looked up to Arthur and smiled. “I’m gonna go do my yoga. Have fun clanking your weights.” The teasing tone of her voice lifted a little as she stepped away from the two of them. Kelly watched her go and then turned to look at Arthur.

“What’s your workout today?” Kelly asked.

“Legs.” Arthur groaned.

“Ha. That’s why I do legs on Monday. It gets them out of the way.” There was a teasing tone in Kelly’s voice as she moved to the free-weight dumbbells. “Have fun!”

Arthur shook his head and moved to the treadmill to start his warm-up. From the row of treadmills, he had a pretty good view of the entire gym floor. He saw Kelly doing her back and bi-cep exercises with the weights. Her back was toned, and her whole body was toned, but she wasn’t trying to bulk. She stayed slim in a muscular, athletic way that he found immensely attractive, especially when combined with the softer, rounder features of her bust, butt, and hips.

He could also see the yoga mats, where Selene was already in a downward dog, her hands on the floor, her face down and head pointed toward the mirrors, and her ass was up and pointed toward Arthur. For a moment, he was worried the vibrator might show against her outfit, but look as he might, he couldn’t see a sign of it. The dark gray color of her shorts kept it hidden.

He turned his head forward and started to walk on the treadmill. He noticed that looking straight ahead, he could see both Kelly and Selene in his view, though he couldn’t focus on either. He started to jog when Selene swung one of her feet forward and moved into a warrior pose, followed by warrior-two and warrior-three. She went back into downward dog and repeated the sequence on the other side.

He placed the phone on the treadmill’s dash and pulled up the app. He looked around and noticed a guy over on the chest-fly machine looking at Selene as she stuck her butt back up in the air. He flicked the vibrator control in the app and watched as Selene’s butt went down and her head came up. She looked at him, smirked, and then returned to pose.

Arthur started to jog, turning the vibrator onto low and constant. Selene moved back into downward dog and held the pose. After thirty seconds, she moved out of it and changed to a cobra pose. He turned off the vibrator. He smirked. To anyone else, it looked like he was just fiddling with his phone while he jogged, maybe skipping a song, but he was enjoying playing with her.

Once done, he stepped off the treadmill and moved to the free weights. He preferred to do four sets of exercises in decreasing reps with increasing weights and three exercises in each block. It kept things fun. Every time he finished a set, he’d move aside and tease Selene some more. Playing with her through the app was almost addicting as he watched her struggle to hold some yoga poses he knew she usually wouldn’t have any problems with. In the interim, she turned her yoga poses slightly so that she was facing him, able to watch as he moved through the weighted exercises with slow and methodical movements that showed off his muscles.

“Hey.” Kelly’s voice snapped Arthur’s attention away from the ceiling as he worked his quads in a routine of alternating lunges. He turned his head to see Kelly coming over. “I’m headed toward the locker room. Are we still on for tonight?”

“Uh…” Arthur hesitated a moment and then nodded. “Yes.”

“Wow, way to sound sure. Is something up?” Kelly asked as she stopped in front of him and looked at him.

“No, yeah, we’re still on for tonight for sure.” Arthur nodded. “I was just thinking about something else. My brain had to switch tracks.” He laughed. “Is there anything I can bring?”

“Just your sexy self.” Kelly smirked. “And maybe some wine?”

“White or red?” Arthur asked.

“White.” Kelly answered.

“And the plan is still for us to cook dinner together?” Arthur asked.

Kelly shrugged. “I thought I might just cook for you. The kitchen’s kind of small for two people.” She explained. “Is that okay?”

“You mean I just have to show up and enjoy the food?” Arthur asked with a laugh.

“And bring the wine.” Kelly corrected.

“And bring the wine.” Arthur agreed. “And dessert?”

Kelly smiled. “I’ve got dessert covered.” She crossed one arm over her torso to hold her other elbow as she talked with him.

“And the movie?” Arthur asked.

“Anything you particularly want to see?” Kelly asked. “I know you said you like old movies, right?”

“Yeah.” Arthur nodded, almost impressed that she remembered his answer to ‘what kind of movies do you like’ from their first date.

“Perfect. We’ll start a free trial for the Criterion Channel or something.” Kelly nodded. “See you at six?”

“At six.” Arthur nodded.

“Good.” Kelly nodded, then started to walk off. She stopped a pace away and turned back. “You want to do something fun with it?” Kelly asked.

“What do you mean?” Arthur turned to look at her.

“It might be fun if we dress up a bit.” Kelly suggested. “Playing off the whole old movie thing.” She explained. “Pretend we’re going out somewhere fancy, I mean. I can light some candles or something.”

Arthur thought about it for a moment. It sounded romantic, in a classic kind of way, but a little serious for a second date. Still, doing something unorthodox, like dressing up for a meal at home, might be fun. He shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got a suit I can wear. Or is this a tux kind of situation?”

“Suit and tie are perfect.” Kelly answered with a smirk as she patted him on the arm. “I’ll see you then. Enjoy the rest of your leg day.” Kelly smirked and then walked off.

Arthur smirked and returned to his weights, but then remembered his phone. He looked over to Selene to see her in child’s pose, her phone beside her. There was a message on his phone.

Slut: omg Master if you don’t shut this off soon I am going to cum. May I cum, Master?

Arthur turned off the vibrator. Selene visibly relaxed but then slightly tensed as Kelly came up beside her.

Arthur went back to his weights. He was surprised to see Kelly over by Selene, having thought she was heading to the lockers, but as Kelly stretched out her arms and back, he understood she was just doing her cool down, chatting up the new girl as she did.

“So, how do you know Arthur?” Kelly asked as she stretched her tricep by raising one arm above her head, putting that hand between her shoulder blades, and pulling on her elbow with her other hand. It lifted her breasts and shirt as she did, but she faced the mirrors and ignored the rest of the gym.

Selene came out of Child’s pose and turned toward Kelly, watching her stretch. “We’re friends from drama club.” She explained.

“And you guys live in the same complex?” Kelly asked as she came out of the stretch and repeated it with the other arm.

Selene nodded. “My sister and I live across the parking lot from him.”

“Cool.” Kelly said with a nod. “He’s a great guy, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Selene nodded, though she wasn’t sure where this conversation was going. “And nice too.” Selene offered.

“Yeah.” Kelly said with a nod. “Do you two hang out a lot?”

“We’re friends.” Selene confirmed with a nod. She turned to face the mirrors rather than Kelly, who did the same. They could see each other in the mirror as though they were talking to each other face to face that way. Selene moved into a butterfly pose to stretch her legs a bit and sat up straight as she did it.

“Has he… mentioned me at all?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah. He said you guys are dating. Well, you’re going on your second date tonight.” Selene nodded.

Kelly seemed to relax a little. “Cool.” She moved into a shoulder stretch, remarkably similar to a pose Selene had held while walking behind Arthur earlier. It pushed her chest out a little, and Selene’s eyes fell to it in her reflection. It was an impressive bust, and though Selene arched her back a little in her butterfly pose, it was clearly a set of boulders compared to a pair of pebbles.

“Do you like him?” Selene asked. “Like, like, him, I mean?”

“Yeah.” Kelly answered. “I like him a lot. He’s a great guy and super hot. I’m just not sure he’s into me the same way.”

“He is.” Selene assured her. “He’s really into you.”

“He is?” Kelly looked surprised but looked at Selene’s reflection eagerly.

“Oh yeah. I can tell.” Selene nodded. “And he’d be a fool not to be. You’re gorgeous and a great catch from everything he’s told me.”

“He said that?” Kelly asked.

“He said what?” Selene asked.

“That I was a great catch?” Kelly asked.

“I can’t remember his exact words.” Selene looked apologetic. “But he got that look in his eye when he talked about you. You know the look guys get?”

Kelly nodded and bit her lip a little. “Cool.” She said again but then sighed.

“What’s up?” Selene asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” Kelly looked over her shoulder to look at Arthur. He wasn’t watching them anymore. He was back to his weights and working hard. She watched his body move through the motions, the shifting muscle beneath the soft cotton laid against it. She bit her bottom lip.

Kelly sighed. “I’m nervous.” She explained. “And I’m not sure I’m ready for like… a boyfriend. The timing is just… not great.”

“Have you talked about it? Do you know if he’s thinking more serious relationship or casual? Just because you’re going out doesn’t mean you need to be exclusive, boyfriend/girlfriend, or anything.” Selene said.

“I guess not.” Kelly answered. “And no, we haven’t talked about it, not really. The first date was super chill. I thought on the second date, we might… y’know.” Kelly changed up her stretch to get her legs. “At first, I thought of making it a Netflix and Chill kind of thing, y’know? But then I got an idea and suggested dressing up, and he probably thinks that’s dumb.”

“I wouldn’t worry. He’s always in suits for work. I’m sure he doesn’t mind wearing one for a date.” Selene assured her. “If you’re worried, just talk to him. He’s very easy to talk to.”

“Yeah?” Kelly asked. “Do you and him talk a lot?”

“A bit.” Selene nodded. “We’re friends. Good friends.”

“Just friends?” Kelly asked.

Selene shifted her pose to a standing tree position with her right foot pressed against the inside of her left thigh. “Yeah.” Selene answered. “I don’t want a boyfriend right now.” She tried to explain. “And I’m not his type.”

“His type?” Kelly asked.

“Physically.” Selene answered.

“What’s his type?” Kelly asked as she changed up her stretch. She took the opportunity to glance over her shoulder at Arthur, who’d moved on to another set.

Selene laughed. “You are.”

Kelly looked surprised but smirked. “Thanks.” She said with a nod. “Have fun finishing your yoga.” Kelly said as she took her leave and headed toward the locker room.

Selene looked over to Arthur, who was pretending to look at his phone. When he looked up at her, she winked at him and then spread her legs in a half-moon stretch. Arthur realized he wasn’t making proper use of her flexibility. He’d have to work on that.

Selene and Arthur finished their respective workouts not long after. Selene could have kept going, but when Arthur came over to stretch and cool down, she sat and watched him for a moment.

“I heard you’re gonna get dressed up for your date tonight.” Selene teased him. “She seems into you, but not sure how serious a relationship she wants right now.”

Arthur paused for a second and looked at her. “Thanks… what else did you two talk about?”

“Nothing really, just you and your date and stuff. We totally flunked the Bechdel test.” Selene laughed as she stood up. “Do we still have time for a quickie before you go to work?” Selene asked.

Arthur checked his watch. “Not really. He grimaced. “We ate up that time before we came in.”

Selene pouted. “Then have a good day at work.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Master.”

He watched her head off to the locker room and then went to his. His shower and change were quick, so he could make it to work on time.

Work distracted him from his worries about women by giving him a series of crises that needed his full attention every few minutes, like clockwork. The database wasn’t working correctly, and the IT ticket was backlogged. Then, the folding machine went haywire, and a small unnoticed leak in the storage room became a big problem when they went to open a new box of mailers and found it soaked through. Maintenance was going to get the work done, but they wanted everything moved out of the storage closet just in case of any other leaks, so Arthur spent his morning shift between classes doing that.

Classes went pretty well and were a welcome distraction from the stresses of work, but then he started thinking about his weekend, and now he found himself stressed out by what should have been an exciting time. Three days, three dates. Dinner with his parents in between, which meant going to their place for a weekend. It might have been weird that he didn’t think of it as home, but they’d moved to a different house his Freshman year, so their new place didn’t quite feel like his home the way their old place had. It was bigger, nicer, and he got why they moved, but still. He supposed it was true what they said. You really never could go home again.

His day continued like that until after lunch when he saw Mindy again. She volunteered to help him clear out the supply closet even though neither was strictly dressed for it. Her tight blouse and pencil skirt were distracting, and he was pretty sure she was intentionally making a show of bending over to pick up boxes. If they’d been alone, Arthur might have asked her about it. By the time her shift was up, they’d finished, and maintenance kicked them out of there so they could get to work.

“Thanks for the help.” Arthur said as he put the last box in the middle of the office, which looked like the storage closet had exploded. “We’ll have to put this all back on Monday, I guess.”

Mindy nodded. “No problem, boss.” She said with her trademark smile as she passed his desk on her way out. “We still on for Sunday?”

“Of course.” Arthur nodded. “I’ll pick you up outside your dorm at four?” He asked to verify as he wiped some sweat from his brow.

“Sounds like a plan.” Mindy turned slightly, giving him a good look at her backside in her tight pencil skirt and blouse combo. “I’ll see you Sunday, Boss.” And with that, she made her exit.

Arthur checked his watch. He still had an hour of work to go and then his date. He sighed and then looked toward his boss’ office. Beth was still in, and her door was open. He knocked on the frame.

“Yes, Arthur? Is there another problem?” Beth asked, looking up from her computer for a moment.

“No.” Arthur shook his head.

Beth looked at him expectantly. She was older than he was, in her early thirties, but not by much. She was working full-time for the Marketing department at the University, and her main job was overseeing all the student workers, which was something she leaned on Arthur to do most of the time. He didn’t know what she did with the rest of her time, but she was always busy, so he assumed she must constantly be working on something. She was a beautiful woman with long coltish legs, which made her standard-sized torso look short by comparison. She dressed professionally enough for her job, and her tousled oak-colored hair fell to her breasts. She was always sitting at her desk and rarely ventured out from behind it, and now was no exception.

“So, what do you need?” Beth asked.

“I need to leave early.” Arthur explained. “Is that okay?”

“Don’t tell me you’re tired from moving all those boxes?” Beth teased him. “What are all those muscles for if you can’t even do the heavy lifting?”

“I did all the heavy lifting.” He answered. “Mindy helped.”

“Mindy?” Beth asked.

“Ji-Min.” Arthur corrected himself. “She goes by Mindy.” He explained.

“Right, right.” Beth nodded. “So it’s all done?”

“It’s all done.” Arthur answered. “I just need to go home a bit early. I have a date tonight, and I can’t go all hot and sweaty like this.”

“Heh.” Beth laughed. “I don’t know. Some girls like a hot and sweaty guy.”

Arthur looked at her for a second, and Beth had the decency to realize she shouldn’t have said that. She blushed slightly but nodded. “Fine, fine. Go home. Shower. Pick up some flowers and some wine. Have fun on your date.”

“Thanks.” Arthur sighed in relief. The potential of not being able to leave early had been stressing him out.

“No problem.” Beth nodded, but Arthur was already headed toward the door.

He got to his apartment and threw his clothes into the hamper without ceremony. He was in the shower in a moment and didn’t hear his front door open or close. He nearly gave up the ghost when there was a knock on his bathroom door. He gripped the curtain and almost tore it from its rings to steady himself.

“Master?”

He let out a breath.

“Jesus H. Christ.” Arthur exclaimed.

“Nope. It’s Selene.” She giggled. “May I come in?” Selene’s voice from the other side of the door was softer this time but still audible.

Arthur let out an exhale. “Yeah, come in.”

Selene came in and shut the door behind her. He half expected her to pull the curtain aside and join him, but he also didn’t want to get distracted. He was on a schedule.

“Look, Selene. I can’t play right now. I’m trying to get ready for my date.” He explained.

“Oh, good.” Selene’s smile was audible in her voice and visible on her face as her head poked through the side of the curtain. Her eyes got distracted as they started low, slowly swept up, and got stuck in several places. He rinsed the soap off his chest as she continued. “I was worried when I saw you came home that you would try and bail.”

“No.” He explained as he put his head under the water, then pulled it back out. “I just had to leave work early so I could get a shower. I ended up having to move a lot of boxes and things. Didn’t want to show up at Kelly’s all sweaty.”

Selene nodded. “Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked cheerfully.

“You know that dark blue suit I have?” Arthur asked.

Selene nodded, then realized that he couldn’t see her as he turned around to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. She admired his backside as he did so for a moment and then said. “Yes. I think so. The one you wore to the graduation ceremony last Spring?”

“That’s the one.” Arthur took the shower head off the hook and sprayed down his arms to start rinsing off his body properly.

“You want me to pull it out for you?” Selene asked.

“Yeah, just put it on the bed.” He nodded as Selene’s head disappeared from the gap between the curtain and the shower wall. He finished rinsing, double-checking that he was well cleaned everywhere, turned off the water, and opened the curtain. When he did, he clutched it again and gave another slight exclamation of surprise. Selene was standing there, naked except for her collar holding out his towel for him across both her forearms.

“Didn’t hear you come back in.” He explained as he shook his head. “Maybe I should put a bell on that collar of yours.”

Selene blushed and had the decency to look ashamed of herself as she kept her head down in deference.

“Sorry, Master. I’ll try to make some more noise when you’re otherwise distracted.” The faintest smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I laid out your clothes, and I got some wine for you to take with you tonight.”

Arthur looked surprised, but he started to dry off. “Oh, uh… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Not a problem. Kat always has a few bottles on hand. Did you need a white or a red?” Selene asked. “I wasn’t sure, so I brought both.”

Arthur had to think back to his conversation with Kelly at the gym for a moment. “White.” He nodded as he flipped the towel up and started drying his hair. Selene glanced up for a moment to watch him.

“Do you want me to get you off before you go, Master? So you can last longer if you and Kelly decide to get intimate?” Selene moved her eyes back to the floor as Arthur lifted his foot and put it on the tub’s edge so he could dry his leg.

“So selfless of you.” Arthur smiled. “But no. I don’t want to be late.”

Selene nodded. “Do you want me to wait here for you in case you want some release if you come home tonight?”

Arthur looked at her funny for a moment, but she didn’t look up to see him. She kept her eyes on the bathroom mat he was standing on. Otherwise, she stood in the Wait position with her arms behind her back. She was waiting for his answer, but he didn’t give it right away. Instead, he finished drying off, put the wet towel over her head as though she were the hook for it, and gave her nipple a tweak as he groped her breast.

She gasped slightly but did not fall out of position. She held her stance there and waited for his answer. He kept playing. Her nipple stiffened immediately, and she felt herself responding to the attention. She kept her eyes downcast but couldn’t help but glance up slightly when she caught the movement of his cock in her vision. He was hardening. She wanted to reach out and stroke it. He could tell, but she was waiting for permission like a good slut should.

“If you want to, you can wait for me here.” Arthur finally relented.

“Thank you, Master.” Selene said softly.

“I’ll text you to let you know when I’m coming back.” He was surprised she hadn’t moved the towel off her head and shoulders yet, but he didn’t say anything about it as he started brushing his teeth and then shaving.

He could feel Selene’s eyes on him every once in a while, but she didn’t say anything or move. It seemed like she was waiting for permission to do either, but he needed to focus while scraping his razor across his face. A few quick strokes of the razor and a dash of aftershave, he was ready for his date. Or at least, he would be after he dressed.

He sighed and shook his head. “This is so weird.”

“What is?” Selene asked, standing there, his towel over her head and shoulders, her breasts and naked body exposed. He groped her breast, and her breath caught.

“This.” He laughed, took the towel off her, and hung it up on the back of the bathroom door where it belonged. “This is weird.” He admitted. “I’m into it, don’t get me wrong. But… it’s like I have a full-time slave now.” He exited the bathroom, and she followed behind him, her hands held behind her, her chest thrust forward, her shoulders back, her head down, and her eyes watching his heels.

“Do you not want me to be your slave, Master?” Selene asked quietly.

“That’s not what I said.” Arthur said sternly as he came to the side of his bed. His suit was laid out and waiting for him. On top of it were his socks, boxers, undershirt, and a collared shirt. She’d even gotten his dress shoes, which she left on the floor by his bed, and his black leather belt. “It’s just… weird.”

“Bad weird?” Selene asked.

“Nice weird. I think.” He checked the clock and then turned to look at her. “Nadu, slut.”

Selene dropped to her knees, spread them slightly, and sat on her heels with her back straight, her head slightly tilted down, and her hands on her thighs palms up.

“It isn’t weird for you?” Arthur asked as he pulled on his boxers.

“No, Master.” Selene said softly. “I… I love it. I don’t want to do anything else. I just want to be your slave. Your fuck toy. Your pet.”

“And my friend?” Arthur asked.

“Of course, Master.” Selene said with a smile as she looked up at him.

Arthur laughed. Even when saying she wanted to be his friend, like she was a week ago, she couldn’t help but call him Master.

She looked hurt, and he explained.

“Sorry.” He said with a shake of his head. “It’s just you called me Master, even when saying you wanted to be my friend.”

Selene frowned as he continued getting dressed. “I do want to be your friend.” She explained. “But I also want to be your slave. I want it more than anything. I… I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Arthur was silent a moment as he finished getting dressed. Then he sat on the edge of his bed and put his shoes on. Selene watched as he tied his shoes with her eyes on his hands. He looked at her for a moment, kneeling in the Nadu position the way she was. He reached over and cupped her cheek.

“You’re a good slave.” He said and couldn’t help it as his smile grew to match hers. “Did you bring your book bag?”

“No, sir.” She answered. “I wasn’t sure if you were staying, but I was hoping to convince you to go, so I just came right over when I saw your car pull up.”

“Were you watching for me?” Arthur asked curiously.

“No. I was taking out the garbage from the dumpster.” Selene said with a slight laugh. “Sorry. I just came over here rather than going back to my apartment. Don’t worry, though. I washed my hands.”

Arthur nodded and set his feet on the floor before standing up. “Alright.” He said. “Can Kat bring you your things?” He asked. “You need to do your homework.”

“Yes, Master.” Selene smiled. “I’ll text her.”

“Good girl.” Arthur said as he started toward the living room. “Where did you put the wine?” He asked as he patted the side of his leg like signaling a dog. Selene started crawling after him on her hands and knees without a second thought.

“On the table.” She answered as she stopped by the pile of her clothes at the end of the coffee table. She fished her phone out from her purse and texted something, he assumed to Kat.

He examined the bottle of white wine for a moment and then picked it up. He checked his pockets, only to find that Selene had already transferred his phone, wallet, and keys to his pockets. He shook his head. “Thank you.” He said as he stepped up to her and patted her head. “You’re a good slave.” He said with a smile. Then he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Have a good date, Master.” Selene said with a smile. She was kneeling in the Nadu position at the end of the coffee table and waiting for him to open the door even though she was in full view of it. “Fuck her hard, Master! Then come back and tell me all about it.” Selene smiled.

Arthur laughed, patted her head again, and then checked his wallet. “Oh, that reminds me.” He disappeared into the bedroom again.

“Condoms?” Selene asked.

“Condoms.” Arthur confirmed. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“You’re welcome, Master. Now go! Or you’ll be late.” Selene urged him.

Arthur laughed. “Okay, okay. Should I leave this unlocked for Kat?”

“Yes, sir.” Selene answered.

“Okay. I’m off. Be good.” Arthur said as he opened the door.

“Of course, Master. I’m a good girl.” Selene nodded and lowered her eyes to the carpet as Arthur closed the door behind him.

He paused on the other side of it and looked behind him. It was weird, sure, but it wasn’t bad. It was just… different. Selene had really dived into the slave thing all the way. It’d started as a conversation about playing around with it, maybe trying a periodic friend with benefits thing. Still, over the last few days, it’d slowly transitioned into something else entirely.

When he left the parking lot, he saw Kat crossing the lot with Selene’s book bag in his rearview. He pulled out onto the road, and then it was just a short drive to Kelly’s apartment complex. She’d said her roommate was out of town, but he wasn’t sure if that was still the case. He supposed it must be if they were still on for this fancy dinner at her place. He felt guilty that she’d cooked it on her own rather than cooking it together, but if the kitchen was smaller like his, it was probably for the best.

He pulled into her complex five full minutes ahead of schedule. Her apartment complex was much different than his. She was closer to the city, and while his apartment building was only three stories tall, hers was twelve and massive. The buildings were well marked with letters, and he sought out the one she’d told him she lived in before: building B. At least he assumed it was B since her apartment number was B124.

He parked in the visitor parking section of the lot in front of B and checked his phone. Selene had sent him a picture. Her books were in a semi-circle on his living room floor. She was lying face down on the floor behind them, studying, with her calves up in the air behind her, her toes pointed toward the ceiling. She was entirely nude, though the carpet hid her front. Her butt was perfectly displayed with just a hint of red blushing from her many spankings. Arthur couldn’t help the smirk that grew across his face and the feeling that stirred in him when he saw the photo. Beneath it, her messaging continued.

Slut: See? Studying, like a good girl.

Arthur laughed and messaged her back.

Master: Good girl. When you finish all your current homework, you can masturbate until you cum. One orgasm with the vibrator.

Slut: Thank you, Master!

Arthur shook his head and stuck his phone in his pocket. He took a deep breath and looked up at the building that loomed over him. For a moment, he thought about starting the car and returning home. He didn’t know what was going on with Selene, or he did, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. She claimed she just wanted to be friends with benefits. She wanted to be his slave, his slut, and she wanted him to go on this date. How would Kelly feel about that? More importantly, how did he feel about that?

Selene was a good friend and someone he enjoyed spending time with even before they added this layer to their friendship. Now, he had a hard time wanting to spend time with anyone else. On the other hand, he’d liked Kelly for a while, and he thought she was gorgeous and sexy, and they had a lot in common, including their sense of humor. He loved her laugh and the way she got excited over the little things in life that she was passionate about.

That wasn’t even thinking about whatever his lunch with Kat was supposed to be tomorrow. Selene had called it a date, but he was pretty sure she was teasing him. He was pretty confident Kat was going to chew him out about what was going on with Selene, but they said they’d talked, and she was okay with it. So he had no idea what was happening with that or her.

Mindy was another complication, having asked him out of the blue to go bowling for a date on Sunday. He didn’t know how he’d gone from one second date with a girl, tonight’s date with Kelly, to having a seemingly full-time sex slave and three dates in one weekend. Four women. With that kind of luck, maybe he should buy a lottery ticket. Or, perhaps he shouldn’t press his luck and just go home.

He took another deep breath, picked up his phone, and texted Kelly.

Arthur: I’m here! On my way up!

Kelly: Right on time! See you in a minute!

Arthur got out of his car. He’d never been here before. He wasn’t sure if Kelly would have to buzz him in or not. He got to the front door of the building and found it locked. There was an intercom, and he saw Kelly’s apartment number. He buzzed it, but there was no answer. He frowned and tried again after a few seconds. There was still no answer. Then he looked up to see why. Kelly was coming toward him from the other side of the glass door to let him in.

He looked surprised to see her, and he was, but he was more surprised to see her dressed up the way she was. They’d said they would dress up tonight, and Arthur had followed through, but it was his first time seeing Kelly in something other than athletic or casual clothes. She had her long red hair done up in curly waves and pinned back slightly, a full face of well-applied makeup, and wore a blue cocktail dress that had a fitted waist and flared skirt that reached the top of her calves, and a plunging sweetheart neckline. Its capped sleeves covered her shoulders but otherwise bared her arms.

He thought she was a ten when she was dressed in gym clothes. He was pretty sure his heart actually stopped when he saw her, but he remembered how to breathe by the time she opened the door, and he hoped he hadn’t done anything embarrassing like look half as gobsmacked as he felt.

“Welcome to my apartment building.” Kelly said with a smile as she held the door open for him. He took it and moved inside, following her lead. Her heels clacked on the floor as she led the way back to the elevator. She pressed the button, and it opened immediately. He followed her inside, she pressed the button for the twelfth floor, the doors shut, and the elevator started to move.

Arthur swallowed, looked over to her as he stood facing the elevator doors, and finally managed to say: “Hi.”

Kelly smiled. “Well, hello there.” She teased him. “You look nice. New suit?”

“No.” Arthur shook his head. “Just one I save for special occasions.”

She closed her lips, but they soon curled into a smile as she took the information as a compliment.

“You brought wine?” Kelly asked.

Arthur held up the bottle. “Yeah, nothing too fancy, but I couldn’t come empty-handed.”

She looked at the bottle he held up and read the label. “It’ll pair nicely with dinner, which is almost done, by the way.” Kelly said with a slight nod.

“Good.” Arthur said with a nod. “You look really nice, by the way.”

“Thank you.” Kelly said with a smile as the elevator doors opened onto the twelfth floor. “You look pretty nice yourself, but I believe I already said that.” She smiled and led the way out of the elevator and down the hallway.

Apartment 124 was the second door on the right, after 122, with 121 and 123 on the left from the elevator. She didn’t hesitate at the door but opened it and moved behind it to hold it open for him. He stepped through, and she closed it behind him, locking it and pulling the chain as she did so. Then she came around in front of him, gestured for the bottle of wine, took it, and walked swiftly to place it in a bucket of ice on the table.

The aroma of roasted herbs, chicken, and potatoes filled the open floorplan of the apartment as he stepped into it. Her front door opened up into a living room that was surprisingly nice for a college apartment. It and the kitchen were part of the same room, more or less, with the kitchen against the far wall. A small kitchen table set for two divided it from the living room, as well as the difference between the lush beige living room carpet and the dark pine hardwood floors of the kitchen.

The table had a red table cloth and two places formally set with cloth napkins on opposite sides, with the head and foot of the table pointed toward the two side walls. Candles in glass candle sticks were placed but unlit.

The living room had a fireplace in the middle of the left wall and a closet door just before the hallway on the right. He could see the open door to the bathroom and the closed doors to the two bedrooms. The television was above the fireplace in place of a mirror, and the sofa that faced it was L-shaped, also acting as a divider between the living room and kitchen area.

“I hope you like chicken thighs.” Kelly said as she set the wine on the counter. The stove timer told Arthur they still had a few minutes. “Would you like something to drink while we wait? You like whiskey, right?”

“Uh… yeah.” Arthur nodded. Again, surprised that she recalled what he’d told her on their first date.

“Ice?” Kelly asked as she moved about the kitchen while Arthur stood near the table, not sure what to offer to help.

“Yeah, one or two.” Arthur said. “Do you need any help? I can-”

“No. Please, take a seat on the sofa. I meant to finish this before you got here, but I didn’t get the timing right.” Kelly gestured toward the large overstuffed gray sofa.

Arthur nodded and moved toward it. He sat, but he felt guilty. “You sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”

“I appreciate it.” Kelly said as she came out of the kitchen carrying a glass with two ice cubes and half-full of whiskey. She placed it in his hand with a smile. “But stay out of my kitchen.” She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and then laughed. “So, how have you been?”

“Since this morning?” Arthur asked with a slight chuckle.

“In general, I suppose.” Kelly asked as she sat on the perpendicular section of the couch, toward its far end, so she was closer to the fireplace and practically across from him. She crossed her legs and folded her hands over her knees.

“Good.” Arthur nodded. “Been pretty busy with class, work, the usual.”

“You’re in the grad program, right?” Kelly asked.

“Well, it’s sort of like a merged Grad/Undergrad program, but yes, I’ll have my MBA by the end of it all.” Arthur nodded.

“And what do you hope to do with it?” Kelly asked. “When you’re done with school?”

“Get a job managing somebody else’s business.” Arthur answered with a slight smirk. “I’ll probably end up in someone’s financial department keeping their books straight and crunching their numbers.”

“I always enjoyed Math.” Kelly said with a slight smile. “I know you’re supposed to hate it, but I never did.”

“Ah, then clearly, you’ve never tried accounting math. It’s a special kind that makes everyday math seem fun and uncomplicated.” Arthur chuckled, then took a sip of his whiskey. It was good. Maker’s Mark, if he had to guess. He wasn’t a whiskey expert but knew a few brands by taste. “This is good, thank you.” He raised the glass to her. She smiled in response and smoothed her skirt.

“Is that anything like Engineer math? I hear that’s a bear too.” Kelly straightened a little.

“I wouldn’t know.” Arthur shrugged. “Are you learning Engineer math?”

“No. My roommate’s boyfriend complains about it a lot.” Kelly shook her head. “As a soon-to-be Elementary school teacher, all they teach me is elementary math. Maybe that’s why I don’t hate it.”

“Or maybe you just like math.” Arthur shrugged. “That’s okay too.”

Kelly smiled.

“Is your practicum starting next semester?” Arthur asked.

“No, practicum started this semester with a few of my other classes. Student teaching starts next semester. So I’ll be in the classroom, learning on the job, as it were.” Kelly sounded thoughtful by the time she finished speaking but didn’t reveal what she was thinking about beyond the words she’d already spoken. Arthur was about to ask her about it when the timer on the stove went off.

Kelly smiled and clapped her hands. “Dinner’s ready.” She said with a nod. “Do you like cauliflower, by the way?”

“I do.” Arthur nodded. “You know me. I eat healthy.”

Kelly smiled. “Good. I do too.” She stopped at the edge of the kitchen and picked up an apron hanging on the hook. Arthur stood as if he were going to help, but she pointed to the table and said “take a seat, mister.”

Arthur nodded and took a seat. Kelly came over to the table, moved the napkins on the plates to the side, then took up the plates, returned a minute later, and placed them down. She put one in front of Arthur and one on her side of the table. The food smelled great, and the plate was full. They each had two chicken thighs that looked herb-roasted to perfection, accompanied by a stir-fry of vegetables she must’ve been keeping warm in the oven and paired with the white whine he’d brought.

He heard her take the bottle from the bucket and open the cork. He looked up to see her pouring it into two wine glasses. Then she returned to the table sans apron and placed those in their places. He thought she was going to sit down, but she strode away, struck a match, lit the two candles on either side of them, and dimmed the apartment lights. It made for a rather romantic atmosphere. The only thing missing was-

Instrumental music started playing low from a speaker somewhere. Arthur looked around, but Kelly caught his attention as she came to the table and took her seat across from him. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, obviously pleased with how the meal had turned out and that everything had gone to plan.

“This is all really impressive.” Arthur said with a smile evident in his tone. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, though.”

“No trouble.” Kelly assured him. “I wanted to do this, remember?”

“Yeah.” Arthur agreed. “I just feel kinda useless.”

“You can help me with dessert.” Kelly assured him. “I promise.” She smiled. “And you have to pick the movie for after dinner, remember?”

“Right.” Arthur nodded. “Any preferences?”

“I feel like something romantic might be appropriate.” Kelly said with a smirk. “But I’m sure I’ll like whatever you pick. I’m not that picky.”

Arthur nodded. He felt a little out of place, even though he was dressed as nicely as she was. This whole evening had been her idea, and he went along with it and was having fun. It was a little unusual, but that was what made it fun. It was unique. And honestly, she did look amazing. Still, the thought of Selene came to his mind unbidden, and after a few bites of the delicious chicken from his fork, he felt like he had to address it.

“Kelly…” Arthur started.

“Yes?” Kelly asked, looking up. “What is it? Is something wrong with your chicken?”

“What?” Arthur asked, confused for a second. “No, not at all.” He shook his head as his brain caught up to what she’d asked. “It’s delicious.”

“Oh, good.” Kelly visibly relaxed. “It’s a recipe I hadn’t tried before, and I was nervous because I haven’t really cooked like this in a while. My mom and I used to cook together all the time. I’ve flown solo, so to speak, a few times now, but not all that often.” She said hurriedly.

“It’s delicious.” Arthur assured her. “I just wanted to ask, uh… with the wine, and the dinner, and the dressing up-”

“Are you weirded out by it?” Kelly asked. “I just thought it might be fun. I’ve had this dress for a while, and I’ve never had an excuse to wear it, and then I thought I might wear it out on a date with you, but then I invited you here to Netflix and chill, but I thought we could spice it up a little. Did I make it weird?”

“No, no- wait, to Netflix and chill?” Arthur was suddenly jolted in his train of thought from reassuring her to curiosity about what she’d said.

Kelly’s blush was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Her breasts pushed against her sweetheart neckline as she took a deep breath, and Arthur looked back down to his plate to keep from leering.

“Yeah.” Kelly admitted after a few moments of silence. “Did you not get that?”

“I did not.” Arthur admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “It makes sense now that you point it out, I guess. I just… wasn’t thinking about it like that. I was thinking of it as a second date kind of thing. You know?”

Kelly raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t want to Netflix and chill?”

“I did not say that.” Arthur said immediately, which prompted Kelly to laugh. Arthur laughed too, and they fell into silence once more.

“So…” Kelly gestured.

“So…?” Arthur asked.

“What did you want to ask me?” Kelly asked as she stabbed some vegetables with her fork.

“Oh.” Arthur nodded. “Right.” He, too, stabbed some vegetables with his fork but paused before he raised it to his mouth. “I guess I just wanted to know what you wanted out of… this.” He gestured to himself and then to her with his free hand.

“Out of dating you?” Kelly asked.

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Arthur nodded. “I mean, I wasn’t sure what you wanted. If you were thinking of it as if we were just going on dates, or if we were dating, or… what you were thinking.”

“You mean, do I think we’re exclusive?” Kelly asked for clarification. “Oh my god, did a guy just bring up The What Are We To Each Other Talk before the girl did? Is that a thing that happens?” She laughed and shook her head, then lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a drink.

“I uh-” Arthur started but stopped when she put her glass down and looked at him.

“Look.” Kelly started. “I’ll be honest with you. I like you.”

Arthur nodded. That was a good thing, right?

“I like you a lot.” She assured him. “But the timing… is not great for me. I’m super slammed this semester, and as much as I enjoy going on dates with you, I don’t think I have the time in my schedule for a boyfriend. So if you’re okay keeping things casual… then so am I.”

“When you say casual…” Arthur hesitated.

“I mean, I intend to have fun. It’s my last semester for it. And I want to have fun with you.” She assured him. “But if you’re looking for a full-time girlfriend, or want to get engaged before I graduate like a surprising amount of the other seniors, then I don’t think this will work out. For now, if you want things to work out between us, we have to keep things casual. At least until after I graduate.” She hesitated momentarily as if that were the end of her prepared speech. Her next question was deflated by comparison. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” Arthur nodded. “It’s okay. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“You’re okay with keeping things light and casual?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah.” Arthur nodded. “I think that’s probably best on my end too, but I wanted to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if you wanted to be exclusive, more serious, or keep things casual.”

“Oh?” Kelly asked, suddenly slightly more alert than she had been a moment ago. “I guess that makes sense. If we’re keeping things light and casual, I guess we’re not exclusive.”

“Is that okay?” Arthur asked.

“Yeah. I just hadn’t considered it. I should have. That was dumb.” Kelly shook her head. “Of course, you have other girls you’re interested in.”

“You’re the only one I asked out.” Arthur corrected her. “But a few have asked me out, and I didn’t want to go out with them if you wanted to be exclusive.”

“So you would turn them down if I said so?” Kelly asked.

Arthur hesitated, but looking up and into her eyes, he felt compelled to answer. “Yes.”

She seemed surprised but did her best to hide it with her napkin. She dabbed the corners of her lips and then returned to eating, lifting her fork from the plate with a medley of vegetables.

“Well.” She said after a moment. “Who is my competition?”

Arthur chuckled and shook his head. “I thought you wanted to keep things casual?” He asked. “Do I get to ask about my competition?”

Kelly frowned. “I don’t think you’ll have any. You’re the only guy to ask me out the entire time I’ve been here.”

It was Arthur’s turn to look surprised. “That can’t be true.”

Kelly shrugged and looked down at her plate. “I’m not saying I haven’t…” She seemed to hesitate to find the right word and, like most people discussing sex, decided on a sports analogy. “…played the field.” She explained. “But mostly that was just tinder dates, hookups, parties, that kind of thing. I had one girl go out with me a few times back in sophomore year, but she ended up getting back together with her ex.”

Arthur nodded and kept eating.

“You took that really well.” Kelly commented.

“Took what really well? Keeping things casual?”

“No. Me being bi.” Kelly explained.

“Oh, well, it’s not a big deal, right? I know a lot of bi, gay, lesbian, queer, trans, and even some plus people.” He tried to make a joke, which worked to a certain extent. Kelly laughed. “It comes with the territory when you do theater, I think.”

“I see.” Kelly nodded. “It doesn’t bother you then?”

“Well, I’m a little worried that I have twice the competition you do if we decide to become exclusive.” He admitted. He took a sip of his wine and then shrugged. “But no, it doesn’t bother me. Why should it?”

“It weirds some guys out.” Kelly explained. “Or they’re afraid I’m secretly a lesbian and just aren’t ready to admit it. Or they immediately think that I’ll be down for a threesome with the hot girl they really like just because I’m bi.”

“You are the hot girl I really like.” Arthur shrugged. “Not that I wouldn’t be down for a threesome if you wanted one, just to be clear, but it wasn’t my first thought. My first thought was: wow. I’m fortunate no one’s swept you off your feet yet.”

Kelly smirked and shook her head. “Now you’re picturing me in a threesome because I mentioned it.”

Arthur slowly shook his head. “No… of course not.” He said in a dramatically overacted fashion that Kelly couldn’t help but laugh at and toss her napkin at him for it. He caught it and offered it back to her.

“It really is okay.” He assured her. “It’s good.”

“Good.” Kelly smirked and went back to her wine.

Silence passed between them for a few minutes, punctuated only by the shifting between eating and drinking.

“So…” Arthur broke the silence gently. “How was your week?”

“It was busy.” Kelly said honestly. “Practicum has me running a little ragged, and I’ve got lesson plans to write this weekend.”

“Sounds stressful.” Arthur sympathized.

“It is, but what else is new?” She shrugged, which Arthur couldn’t help but notice did amazing things to that sweetheart neckline. They chewed in companionable silence for a few minutes more before she asked: “So what did you want out of dating me? Another notch in your belt?”

“Excuse me?” Arthur asked.

“Sorry. That was rude of me.” Kelly apologized. “I only meant to tease you.”

“You’re not a notch in my belt, Kelly.” Arthur shook his head. “You’re the first girl I asked out when I started dating again. Technically, you’re the only girl I asked out when I started dating again.” He laughed slightly. “The others asked me.” He explained.

“Ah, so my competition takes the initiative.” Kelly raised her eyebrow. “Good to know.” She shook her head. “So, why did you ask me out? If you’ve got girls chasing you already?” Kelly asked.

“Because I’ve had a crush on you for years, and after Lori dumped me and transferred, I thought if I was going to date again, I should at least try and have the courage to go after someone I really liked.” Arthur admitted it with as much honesty as he could muster. He couldn’t judge the effect right away since Kelly looked down at her plate rather than at him when he looked up.

“Really?” Kelly asked softly, almost surprised.

“Uh…” Arthur paused. “Yeah.” He finally agreed. “You’re sweet, funny, we have a lot of the same interests, and you’re hands down the hottest woman I know. I figured I had to take a shot.”

Kelly smiled and finally looked up at him. Her green eyes had a fire in them when she locked eyes with him. It was an intense look, and Arthur wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while too.” Kelly admitted. “I like watching you work out at the gym.” She smirked. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.” He assured her. “I check you out from time to time too.”

“I know.” Kelly smirked but continued eating. It wasn’t long before they’d cleaned their plates, and Kelly stood and reached across the table to take his. He protested and stood to pick up his own plate, but she snatched it away from him and took it to the sink. She dumped the chicken bones in the garbage.

Arthur took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair. Then he started rolling up his sleeves. Kelly watched as he bared his forearms and folded the cuffs into crisp lines at his elbows.

“What are you doing?” Kelly asked.

“I’m going to do the dishes.” Arthur answered. “The least I can do since you did all the cooking.”

“Nonsense.” Kelly answered. “You go pick a movie.” She shooed him toward the living room. “I’m just going to put these in the sink.”

“No.” Arthur answered. “I’m going to wash them. Since you know where everything goes, you can dry and put them away.”

“I don’t have an apron for you.” Kelly warned him.

“Don’t worry about it.” Arthur said firmly and then followed through. She watched him wash and took up a towel to dry them off. As he placed them in the dish rack, she’d pick them up, dry them off, and put them away wherever they went, sometimes reaching up to place them in a cabinet or bending down in the case of the roasting pans.

“Now, go pick a movie.” Kelly slapped his butt with her towel in a playful way, and he smirked, but the heat in his eyes made her pause for a moment. At first, she was afraid she’d misstepped. He looked like he was about to take that towel from her and more if she let him. Then she realized that wasn’t a misstep. It was an invitation.

“What about dessert?” Arthur asked.

“After the movie.” She assured him.

“You said I could help with it.” He reminded her.

“And you will, I promise.” She smiled. “Now sit on that sofa, and put something on the television. I’ll be right there.”

“Okay.” Arthur relented. He moved over to the sofa and waited for her to join him, but she didn’t. At least, not at first. She went into the hallway instead and disappeared. He took the remote up from its spot on the couch cushions, sat more or less centered across from the TV, and turned it on. He wanted to find something romantic and somewhat sexy, but also something he wouldn’t mind missing if her offer of Netflix and Chill was still on the table.

Judging by what she wore when she returned, it was still her entire plan. Arthur turned to look over his shoulder at her when he heard her footsteps, and his heart nearly stopped. She wore a sheer lace babydoll lingerie dress of dark emerald green that only lightly obscured her pink nipples, and the matching green thong beneath it was little more than three straps and a small triangle of transparent silk lace.

“Do you like my outfit?” She asked as she posed with one leg slightly forward, pushing through the slit of material below her waist.

Arthur could only nod. Her body was perfection itself. She was tall, and her form was firm in all the right places but curved and voluptuous. Her hips were wide, and the lines between them and her torso were tantalizingly sharp. Those hips flared out through the slits of the lingerie’s skirt, with hard lines showing off the muscles of her lightly toned stomach and sleek thighs. The green ribbon high around the narrowest part of her waist cinched it and showed off the curve as her flat stomach gave way to her D-cup breasts. Her pale skin was spattered with dark, tantalizing freckles.

The stretched lace did its best to support her naturally pert bust. It was a dark enough color to compliment her eyes rather than match them. Arthur could still see the dark circles of her areolas beneath it, more prominent than he’d imagined they would be and tight against the fabric as they hardened while he looked at them. Every line, every curve, every inch of her body drew his eyes in, and wouldn’t let go.

“I see that you do.” Kelly cooed as she slunk onto the sofa beside him. She placed her arm on the back of the couch behind him and sat directly next to him. Kelly faced him while his body faced the television, but his head was turned toward her.

“I-” Arthur started, but no words came out. He tried, but he could think of nothing to say that sounded remotely close to what that lingerie deserved.

“You.” Kelly said with heat in her voice. “Are cute when you’re flustered.” She smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him.

He kissed her back. She tasted not of the dinner so much as the wine, and he did too. He reached forward to place his hand on her shoulder, but she stopped him.

“Watch the movie.” She told him. “You’ve had a busy week. Relax. Let me take care of you.” Her breath on his ear and her hand on his thigh were not conducive to relaxation. His entire body was tense and rigid, and the bulge in his pants was both visible and painful.

She ran her hand over it gently and smiled. “Watch the movie.” She told him. He tried.

He turned his attention to the movie. She turned her attention to him. She kissed his neck, massaging it with her lips and tongue, occasionally nipping it with her teeth. Her hand roamed and rubbed between his thighs, stroking his length along his thigh and sometimes gripping it. When she got a feel for it, she stopped kissing his neck and looked at him.

“Wow.” She said as she bit her lip. “I thought you might be big.” She slowly unzipped his fly and slowly slid her hand into the opening. He felt her fingers wrap loosely around him, and a moment later, he was free of his pants. She gasped as she saw it. Her hand could barely wrap around it. He was much bigger than she expected.

“Problem?” Arthur asked, still watching the movie.

“No.” Kelly said determinedly. “Not- at- all.” She stroked him as she spoke but kept kissing his neck.

He reached to place his hand on the inside of her thigh, but she pushed it away. He tried again, reaching for her crotch more directly, but she moved his hand a second time and shook her head. He didn’t try a third time.

She kept stroking him with her hand on the base of his cock. She varied the rhythm but didn’t vary her technique, and she didn’t move to try and take him in her mouth.

After several minutes she took a moment to pause. This time she asked him: “Is something wrong?”

“Hm?” Arthur turned his head to look at her. “No, far from it. Why?”

“You haven’t cum.” Kelly said as if that should be self-explanatory.

“No.” Arthur agreed. “But what you’re doing feels great.”

“But it’s not enough.” She said it as though she had just realized it.

“Well…” Arthur hesitated. He’d been blasting a lot recently with Selene, it made sense he wouldn’t have a lot left in the tank, but even without that, a one-handed handjob for five minutes while he was distracted with a movie, wouldn’t have been enough to get him there. He didn’t want to make her feel unappreciated, though. She was trying to be sexy. “I think maybe I’m just too distracted with the movie.” He decided. “Why don’t I turn it off and….”

“But I-” Kelly started and stopped. “I wanted to do this for you.” She said lamely. “I thought it was fun.”

Arthur felt guilty now, which didn’t help him get any closer either. He shifted slightly, but she still held onto his cock. “And you’re doing a great job.” Arthur assured her. “I have more stamina than the other guys, I guess.”

She seemed to think about that for a moment. “Humble, aren’t you.” She accused him.

“Should I be?” Arthur challenged her with an edge to his voice that sent chills up her arms.

“No.” She said softly.

“Can I suggest some changes?” He asked.

“Sure.” Kelly said with a shrug.

“First – why did you push my hand away when I reached to return the favor?” Arthur asked.

“I’m not ready for that yet.” Kelly explained. “I need to uh… be a little more prepared before you try and touch me there. Otherwise, it’ll hurt.”

Arthur understood and said as much. “Okay. I get that.”

“So, what did you want to suggest?” Kelly asked with a knowing smile.

“First. I’m going to turn the TV off.” He explained. “I get what you’re going for, but it’s distracting. And my first time fooling around with you? You deserve my full attention.”

Kelly smiled at that and didn’t protest when he followed through with turning off the movie.

“Second. I can’t see you when we’re positioned like this, which wastes that sexy lingerie. So I’m going to shift position. Hold on.” Arthur stood up, which surprised her initially, but her eyes watched his cock as he moved to the corner of the sofa and sat back down. He leaned back and beckoned her to join him. She turned and crawled along the couch to him, taking up the position on the opposite side of him than she had been before.

“Next?” She asked as a whisper in his ear. “What do you want me to do?”

Arthur groaned. “I want you to use your mouth.”

“You’re too big.” Kelly said flatly and shook her head. “I can’t unhinge my jaw. I’ll never be able to get that thing in there without getting you with my teeth.” She laughed.

“You can do it.” Arthur assured her. He knew it could be done. Selene did it pretty regularly these last few days. Not that he would start making those comparisons. At least, not out loud.

“I can’t.” She assured him. “But I can try or use my mouth in other ways.” She demonstrated by moving so that she was lying along one L of the couch with him in the corner, her head on his lap, facing him. Her green eyes looked up at him as her red lips kissed the underside of his shaft while her left hand came up and stroked it from the middle to the top.

He leaned against the corner of the sofa with his arms outstretched on either side and sighed. “That’s good.” He said as her tongue pressed against his shaft and stroked it with a lick. He moved his left hand from the back of the sofa and rested his hand in her red hair. He didn’t push her head down, so she didn’t protest. She closed her eyes and licked again, kissing and licking his shaft in alternate turns as she stroked him.

His right hand moved down and cupped her breast through the whisper-thin fabric of her sheer babydoll lingerie. He could feel her nipple stiffen against the base of his palm instantly as his fingers curled against the underside of her breast. She gasped. Her breasts were so much more than a handful, but it wasn’t wasted flesh. They were sensitive, and she reacted strongly to his grip as her stroking intensified.

“Is this good?” Kelly asked.

“Yes.” Arthur answered.

“Warn me.” Kelly said with an edge to her voice. “You don’t want to make a mess in here.”

“Yes, I do.” Arthur teased her, but he knew full well he would warn her. He kept his eyes open and slipped his hand under the fabric of her negligee.

The smooth skin of her breast contrasted sharply with the hard nub of her erect nipple, but both felt great against his hand trapped between paradise and soft silk. He groaned as she moaned onto cock. She smiled and kept going. Every few minutes, he alternated breasts and played with her nipples. She moaned when he did something that felt particularly good and kept mental notes. He got tired of slipping between her skin and the lingerie, so he pulled the straps off her shoulders, exposing her freckled breasts to his view. He twitched in her hand against her tongue.

After a while, he ran his hand over her side to her hip. His fingers played with the strap of her thong in the vast wake of the skirt’s slit that fell to either side of her thighs and hips. He ran his fingers along it and then her thigh, stroking her leg upward and cupping the bottom of her ass. He twitched against her lips when he did it, and she smiled.

“You like my ass, huh?” Kelly asked, already knowing the answer. She never skipped squats, and she had the ass of a goddess to prove it. She knew it, too. It was firm in his hand, and she moved her leg slightly at the pressure. “Are you into spanking?” Kelly asked.

“Are you?” Arthur asked.

“I asked you first.” Kelly frowned.

Arthur laughed. “I’m not ashamed of it. I’m into spanking. And a few other things.”

“Like what?” Kelly asked before she kissed the underside of his cock head.

“Bondage, power exchange, that kind of thing.” Arthur shrugged. Kelly stopped her attention on his cock for a moment.

“Like fifty shades of gray?” Kelly asked but was almost cut off by Arthur’s sigh.

“No, not exactly. Sorry. Those books-slash-movies are terrible representations. It’s a whole thing. I have a whole TED talk.”

“TED Talks aren’t my kink.” Kelly warned, but her smile showed through her tone.

“What are your kinks?” Arthur asked. “What are you into?”

“I don’t know.” Kelly answered casually. “The usual stuff, I guess.”

“Nothing unusual, or the usual kinky stuff?” Arthur asked.

“Nothing novel worthy.” Kelly answered. “To be honest, this is the first time I’ve ever talked to anyone about it. How are you so casual about it?”

“I think it’s important to be honest and communicative with a partner.” Arthur said. “And I’m not afraid of being vulnerable.” He added. “Which is good since your teeth are only an inch away from my balls.”

Kelly laughed and gave the base of his cock a kiss. She started stroking him again.

“So, what are your kinks? What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” Arthur asked.

“Roleplay.” Kelly answered after a moment of thinking about it. “But only like, once.”

“Roleplay?” Arthur asked.

“Yeah, it’s where you pretend to be something or someone, and the scenario is made up. Kinda like porn but personal.” Kelly answered.

Arthur nodded but didn’t correct her definition. He already knew what it was, but that she felt the need to go over it again with him just meant she wanted him to understand what she meant by it. That was encouraging.

“And you like it?” Arthur asked.

“Sometimes.” She answered coyly and then kissed his cock. “It depends on my mood, I guess. It’s like theater, right? A bit of fun. A game of pretending that really spices things up.”

“I’m just surprised.” Arthur smirked.

Kelly blushed and went back to her ministrations with vigor. “Nevermind. It’s stupid. I’m just being stupid.” She shook her head.

The slap of his hand against the bottom of her ass was unexpected and caused her to jump forward a little bit. He hadn’t hit her very hard, but he had spanked her solidly on her left cheek, and the red print of his hand faded as the warmth rushed to her backside and the air tried to cool it. She gasped and looked up at him with fiery green eyes. He looked back at her with his speckled hazel eyes in a steady gaze, almost stern.

“Don’t call yourself stupid.” He said firmly. “Whatever you’re into, it’s okay. If you want me to turn the tv back on, I will. If you want me to spank you, I will. If you want to roleplay a scene, I will.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Kelly asked.

“The point is to have fun, isn’t it?” Arthur asked in return. “So let’s have fun.”

Kelly fell quiet but kept working on his shaft with her hand and let her tongue run idly over its tip as she played it with it.

“What do you want to play?” Arthur asked.

“h-s-f.” Kelly mumbled something that Arthur couldn’t make out and probably wouldn’t have been able to make out if he’d had an ear where his cock was.

“What was that?” Arthur asked as he pulled her head slightly away so she looked into his eyes from the other side of his cock.

“Housewife.” She answered back, still exceptionally quietly.

“Housewife?” Arthur asked.

“It’s stupid.” Kelly shook her head. “Forget I said anything.”

“No.” Arthur shook his head. “How do we play Housewife? I assume you have something in mind.”

“It’s like a 1950s/60s kind of thing.” Kelly explained though she felt she wasn’t doing an outstanding job of it. “You play the husband, home from a long hard day at the office. I play the wife, eager to please, but you’re so hard to please. Sometimes I think you just make things up so you’ll have an excuse to take me over your knee or bend me over the table.” Kelly’s voice got steadier as she went on. He had the feeling this was the first time she’d confessed the fantasy, and if he wasn’t already hard in her hand when she started telling it, he would have been just from the eager, hopeful tone in her voice.

“Should I put my jacket back on?” Arthur asked.

Kelly looked at him for a moment, clearly in shock.

“What?” Arthur asked.

“You want to do it? You don’t think it’s weird or that I’m weird? You’re not going to laugh at me and leave or laugh at me, assume I’m kidding, and leave after you fuck me?”

“Let’s play Housewife.” Arthur said firmly. “Do you have a safeword in case we need to stop?”

“Uh…” Kelly thought for a moment. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

Arthur smiled but shook his head. “Should be easier to say than that.”

“Ruby?” Kelly asked.

“That works.” Arthur nodded. “Should I go out and come in again?”

“No.” Kelly said quickly, then relaxed a little and immediately added, “No need to go out. You came home, had your drink, and I made you dinner. Did you like dinner?”

“It was a good dinner.” Arthur assured her, though the slight frowning twitch of her lips told him that wasn’t entirely the answer she was hoping for in their little game. “But I can’t believe dessert is taking so long.”

Kelly’s smile flashed across her face, and then she looked down as though she were ashamed. “I’m sorry. Would you like me to go get it?” She asked as she started to stand up.

“Don’t bother.” Arthur waved it off. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be any good anyway. You always fuck up dessert.” He went out on a limb to guess what she was going for, and judging by her reaction, he struck gold. “I still can’t believe I had to do the dishes.” Arthur continued.

Kelly looked at him with alarm on her face but then immediately looked back down. She pulled the straps of her babydoll back up over her shoulders, but Arthur stopped her.

“Leave it down. Your tits are two of your best features.” Arthur grabbed at one, and she gasped as he squeezed it roughly. The red blush on her freckled face was nearly the shade of her hair.

“How was work today?” Kelly asked with only a slight wince as he continued playing with her breast.

He could feel her stiffening nipple against his hand as he played, and for a moment, he had a hard time believing he was actually groping her like this in this situation. It was literally a dream come true. He swallowed thickly and then did his best to get back into character.

“Long, and a lot of heavy lifting today. I had to clear out the storage closet, and most of it fell on me since I’m the only guy in the office.” Arthur took a lot of inspiration for this character’s backstory from his recent life.

“That sounds tiring.” Kelly said softly. “Would you like a massage?”

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart.” Arthur answered, thinking she meant the cock she’d already been stroking and ‘massaging.’

Instead, Kelly moved, shifting her position for a second so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch, and then spread her legs as far as they would. The small triangle of fabric from her thong didn’t stretch very far. Arthur bit his lip as he looked between her legs. He could see the tiniest damp patch on that little sheer triangle of fabric. Her red hair was shaved to a small triangle just above the lips he wanted to part with his tongue. A massage was enticing, but his cock twitched at the idea of placing his head between those two marvelous thighs.

She let him look and gave him a sly smile that she knew he wouldn’t see. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him, but turned her hand around and pointed down. “Sit here.” She gestured to the spot on the floor between her wide open and bare, toned legs. “I’ll rub your shoulders.”

“Oh.” Arthur said after a second. “Okay.” He took a seat and felt the inside of her legs pressed against his arms. He felt a chill run up his spine and automatically straightened slightly when she put her hands on his shoulders. She started to massage him, and for a moment, Arthur nearly forgot that this was foreplay and not a professional massage. “Where did you learn this?” He nearly groaned.

“I took a summer course.” Kelly answered. “Sophmore year. I was interested in becoming a massage therapist or a physical therapist or trainer, but ultimately, I decided to go with Education.”

Arthur groaned involuntarily as she hit a knot of muscle he didn’t know he had. He didn’t realize how much tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders until she started to massage that tension out of there. “Well, you are really good at this.”

Kelly giggled. “Thanks. I always wondered if it would help me get my M-R-S degree.”

“Masters… in Robotic… Sciences?” Arthur reasoned out the acronym.

Kelly laughed much harder than Arthur thought his guess warranted. He looked over his shoulder when her hands left him to find she’d collapsed sideways on the sofa and was laughing uncontrollably into the couch.

“What?” Arthur asked.

“Oh god.” Kelly breathed. “MRS Degree.” She repeated. “Marriage. Get it? ‘Cause, we’re playing Housewife?”

Arthur immediately felt like an idiot and blushed in response. “Oh. Right. Sorry, I guess I just… got distracted by the massage.”

“It’s okay.” Kelly laughed. “We stan a himbo.”

“Himbo?” Arthur asked, more confused by the term he didn’t recognize.

Kelly released her laughter with a deep breath and a long exhale and shook her head. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She shook her head.

“What?” Arthur asked again.

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t expect someone with your muscle tone to be a rocket scientist. And you are pretty clueless sometimes.”

“I’m not dumb.” Arthur felt defensive. “I have a 4.0, and I’m proud of it.”

“Really?” Kelly asked. Arthur’s face immediately told her that was the wrong response without any words. “I’m sorry.” She started as Arthur started getting up.

“I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I just…I got caught up in laughing at the whole M-R-S thing. I didn’t mean it.” Kelly tried to assure him by putting her hand on her arm.

Arthur took a breath. “I had a brain fart.” He shook his head. “You… you make it hard to think sometimes.”

“Aw.” Kelly stood from the sofa to join him. Her forehead was at his lips as she gave him a hug. He hugged her back, feeling her body pressed against his. The momentary anger he’d felt washed away almost as quickly as it appeared. Tits – they could really give you a sense of zen.

“Sorry.” Arthur apologized as he gave her a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

Kelly looked up at him for a moment, then went to her tiptoes so she could kiss him. Their lips met gently at first, but slowly, the kiss grew more passionate as they stood there. He lowered his hands as they kissed until they reached the small of her back and separated to her hips. Her hands were under his arms, on the large of his back, pulling him against her. She opened her legs for a moment, and Arthur felt the small triangle of sheer fabric slide against him until he was trapped between her powerful thighs.

“You didn’t ruin the mood.” She assured him as she pulled away for air. “I like that my husband can make me laugh.” She kissed him again.

“I’ll take it.” Arthur smirked when they pulled away for air again. “But if we don’t do more than kiss soon, I’m going to lose it.”

“Lose it.” Kelly raised an eyebrow, but it wasn’t a question. It was permission. “Take me, hubby.”

Arthur laughed this time, but only a tiny chuckle. He pulled her close to him again, leading the kiss this time. Kelly responded instantly, her entire body erupted in goosebumps, and he felt her nipples harden against his torso through the sheer fabric of her babydoll lingerie.

“Take it off.” Arthur practically growled. “Or I’m going to rip it off you.”

“Think you’re strong enough to do that?” Kelly asked, but she didn’t move to take it off.

“I’m warning you.” Artur’s voice was low, but his hand was steady as he reached his hands up and brought them to the low neckline of the lingerie.

Kelly didn’t say a word. She watched his eyes and gasped when he grabbed her lingerie in his fist and pulled her toward the sofa. Standing with her between him and the couch, he brought up his other hand and grasped a bunch of the fabric.

“Don’t rip it.” She gasped.

He seemed to consider it as a request, but he granted it. He reached down to the short hem and lifted it up and off her. She watched his arms flex as he took the lingerie off her and tossed it to the floor like a discarded coat.

The apartment air brushed her skin, and she clung to him. “You’re a brute.” She whispered. “A savage brute.”

Arthur didn’t answer her. His eyes were occupied by her naked body. Well, naked except for the thong. He hooked his fingers through the straps that ran deliciously over her hips. The small patch of excitement that had been there before had soaked through the entirety. He didn’t ask or warn her other than the silent moment when their eyes met. He knelt and took the thong with him to the floor, then he came back up but stopped at her breast.

She gasped as he took her breast into his mouth and brought his other hand to grope her other breast. He teased her nipple with her tongue, and she wavered as her legs nearly went out from under her. He caught her, pulled her up to him, then brought his lips to hers.

“Not here.” She whispered as she pulled away. “My room.” She glanced toward the hallway. “On the bed.”

Arthur nodded and then scooped her up, carrying her bridal style. She squealed and kicked for a moment in surprise but melted against him almost immediately as he started walking with her. She kissed him more passionately than ever, and he carried her across the threshold into her room.

He didn’t have time to notice much in the way of furnishings. The hallway was to the right of the living room, about halfway down the apartment. Her room was the first door on the right once you were in the hallway, and it went back to that front wall, bordering the living room with a wall and a closet on his right. Her bed was ahead and to the left, a double-sized mattress with fresh sheets and a freshly laundered blanket. Pictures of Kelly and her friends decorated the walls, all hung from strings and pinched by clothespins. Her desk was to the left, against the far left wall, which had no windows. Her bedroom was dark, except for the light spilling in behind them.

He laid her on the bed, and she pulled him to her until he was over her, holding himself up above her in a plank, with his legs between her opening ones. She reached down with her hand and grabbed him, guiding him to her. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

“Go slow.” She warned.

Arthur nodded and pressed slowly into her. She moaned at the sensation, and Arthur’s eyes widened as he pushed into her with his hips. She was incredibly slick and wet, ready for him but much tighter than he’d imagined she would be. He gasped.

“Oh god.” Kelly moaned.

Arthur stopped pushing in for a moment and slowly drew back. Then he slowly started pressing in again. Each time, he only went about a little further in before pulling a quarter of the way back and pushing in again. Meanwhile, he used his hand to press against her clit, and gently pushed her clit in circles with the very tip of his thumb. She shuddered with every movement and clawed at his shoulders as she arched her back. He took the accidental invitation and lowered his mouth to her breast.

She came.

Arthur was as surprised as she was, but neither of their surprises stopped her from moaning as her back arched even further, and he felt the muscles in her body tighten and squeeze for all they were worth. He could feel her legs pressing against his waist, her hands clutching his arms in their grasp, her entire body squeezing his cock as he pushed it all the way in, causing her to buck and scream while she came as he held fast above her.

Finally, her entire body relaxed, and she fell entirely to the mattress like an unwound string. She panted, took a deep breath, and started tapping Arthur on the arm.

“Okay. I uh… need you to pull out now.”

Arthur did as she asked and rolled over to her side. She nuzzled against him in the bed and put her hand on his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Okay?” She repeated the question. “Are you kidding? That was… the fastest I’ve ever cum. That was… you are so hot.” She kissed him, and he kissed her back. They stayed that way for a while, kissing as she slowly regained her strength. Then she pulled away for a moment. “Did you…?”

“No.” Arthur shook his head.

“Not yet.” Kelly said determinedly. “You want to cum on my tits? Or… wait! I know!” She rolled out of bed and awkwardly made her way to the door.

Arthur propped himself up on his elbows, unsure if he should follow or wait here. After a moment, he started getting out of the bed when she reappeared.

“Dessert.” She said proudly, holding up something that Arthur couldn’t see in the dim light. He reached over and turned on the lamp on her nightstand. She was naked, which drew his attention first, but then he saw what she was holding in her hand when she shook it, which made her breasts bounce and jiggle in the most attention-grabbing way. It was a can of whipped cream.

“Dessert. I thought it might be fun to… use this on each other.” Kelly explained. She stepped up to the bed, pushed him back down on it, and then lowered the can to his still-erect and already wet cock. It was cold against him as she laid it down, but when she crawled onto the mattress and positioned her mouth above his cock, he didn’t mind.

She lowered her mouth to his cock, and tried to push as much of it as she could in. She sucked hard, and although there was a slight bump against her teeth, he felt his tip press against the back of her throat and immediately past it while her tongue curled and rubbed along the soft underside where she’d placed the whipped cream.

“Holy shit.” Arthur clawed the mattress as his head slammed back against her pillows and his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head.

Kelly smirked, which was an achievement given how wide open her mouth was and slowly pulled her head up off of him with her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock the entire way. He grimaced when her teeth caught him slightly on the top, but she did her best to adjust as quickly as possible. His face was still illuminated in the light from the door, but hers was hard to see.

“Sorry.” Kelly coughed after she came up for air. “I warned you I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“I don’t mind if you want to try again.” Arthur assured her.

“Don’t worry. I know my wifely duties.” Kelly’s voice was breathy and husky when she said it, like something from an old movie, and Arthur felt himself react to it positively.

“And as head of this household, I guess it’s my job to correct you when you fail in those duties. Like when you call me dumb, catch me with your teeth, or cum too soon for me to properly enjoy myself.” Arthur was catching on.

“I said I was sorry.” Kelly’s voice was soft, a tad petulant, but not at all displeased.

“Maybe that’s not enough.” Arthur suggested. “Maybe I ought to take you over my knee and teach you a lesson, then pin you down and fuck you until you learn how to satisfy your husband properly.”

Kelly’s response was a loud, thick swallow, followed by a breathy “You wouldn’t dare.”

Arthur sat up, surprising Kelly, who slid to her feet at the foot of the bed and stared at him. He stared back. Then he moved. She started for the door, and he grabbed her wrist. She dropped the whipped cream, but they both ignored it as he pulled her back to him. He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her with him so he could pin her torso to the mattress with his left arm while his right was free to make good on his threats.

-SMACK-

The first spank cracked through the room like a gunshot, and Kelly gasped as she clenched her cheeks together. He could feel dampness on this thigh from where she ground herself against it. She spread her legs slightly and relaxed again, and Arthur delivered the second blow.

-SMACK-

“How many?” Kelly asked breathily.

-SMACK-

“As many as I think you deserve.” Arthur said harshly.

-SMACK-

“Please.” Kelly panted. “I’ll be careful. I won’t get you with my teeth again.”

-SMACK-

“Please.” Kelly panted again.

-SMACK-

“Arthur.” She begged and squirmed in his lap.

-SMACK-

“I’ll be a good wife.” She said quietly. “I promise.”

-SMACK-

“I’ll make sure dinner is ready on time next time.” Kelly assured him.

-SMACK-

“I’ll make sure to have the whiskey you like.” Kelly pleaded.

-SMACK-

Kelly yelped, and reached back to rub her backside, but Arthur knocked her hand away, and she balled her fist in front of her face instead, gripping the sheets as Arthur brought down another blow.

-SMACK-

“Every day when you come home, I’ll have dinner ready, and I’ll suck your cock. You can use me whenever. You can watch the game and ignore me. I’ll keep your stomach full and your balls empty.”

-SMACK-

“Arthur.” Kelly begged. “Oh god, fuck me.”

-SMACK-

“FUCK ME.” Kelly shouted this time, squirming in his lap. “Fuck me like I’m your goddamn whore.”

Arthur granted her wish. He flipped her over, stood at the edge of her bed, spread her legs to either side of his own, pulled her to the edge, lowered himself slightly, and pushed into her once more. She was wet and waiting for him. She was still just as tight as before, but this time he sunk into her as far as he could go. Slow and steady, but she was writhing under him, gripping her breasts and putting on something of a show with them as she panted, groped herself with her hands, and tweaked her nipples with her fingers.

Arthur pumped into her for several minutes until she gasped and screamed in alternate breaths. He felt her body tighten like before and felt himself press over the edge. She screamed as she came, and Arthur clenched every muscle in his body as he filled her. She was still cumming after he’d finished, and she curled up after he pulled out from her, relaxed. He climbed into bed over her, so he lay on his side between her and the wall. He panted and relaxed, letting the exhaustion wash over him. Her pillows were soft, her mattress was soft, she smelled like the most wonderfully intoxicating things he’d ever smelled, and the room was mostly in darkness.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but when her breathing relaxed, his did too, and they both drifted off to dream of other things.