“I have no restriction. I hope you give me a blowjob. Can I perform oral sex on you?”
“Yes, but let me tell you my rules. You know I am autistic. I am more sensitive to sights, smells, sounds, and touch than neurotypical people.
“They can capture my attention, and I cannot think about anything else. They can cause me physical pain. It can be unbearable when sensations gang up on me. At the reception, the loud music, flashing lights, and the smells were too much for me and made me ill.
“I lack your ability to ignore or block them out.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Marcus said.
“Fabrics can be an issue. I checked the sheets earlier. They are clean, soft, and should not be a problem. The bedspread is scratchy.
“I want to focus on you, and what we are doing, so I would like the radio off and the room dimly lit.”
“No problem,” Marcus said. He turned off the radio, the lamp, and the overhead light. The bathroom light provided a bit of light to the room.
She grabbed his arm and said, “The last rule deals with touch.” She dragged her nails lightly over his forearm and said, “If you did that to me, I would scream. I do not like feather-light touching, being tickled, or soft caresses.”
She gripped his arm, not so forcefully that it hurt, but with enough force, so he knew it was purposeful. “When you touch me do it firmly. It is okay to grab my butt and boobs or to finger me. Do not tease. Use a firm touch. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Two more rules,” she said. “No anal. I tried it. It hurt.”
“Fine and…”
“Never cum on me. It is gross to think about gooey, sticky sperm on my skin. You can cum inside my mouth and vagina. I have a birth control implant in my arm. It is good for two years and four months.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“No.”
Marcus smiled, embraced her firmly, and kissed her.
She responded. They got into bed. He kissed her and ran his hand from her cheek to her hip.
He brought his hand to a breast and did a move his other sexual partners enjoyed. He palmed her breast, squeezed it, and drew his fingers up and off her nipple. He used a firm touch on her skin. It grew lighter and lighter as he brushed his fingertips over her nipple and pulled away. The teasing motion usually generated a moan.
Not today.
“Ahh! I told you not to do that,” Scarlett said. She sat up and rubbed her boob.
“What’s the matter?”
“Do not give me light caresses. It does not bring me pleasure. I do not like what other women like. That is why I told you my rules.”
“I’m sorry. Please give me another chance.”
“Okay.”
Marcus returned his attention to her breasts. He followed her instructions to the letter and turned her nips into tall peaks.
Scarlett moaned and cooed and kept a firm grip on his penis.
Marcus sat back and smiled. He was proud of his efforts.
“That was good,” Scarlett said. “Let me show what I can do.”
She wrapped her lips around his cock and showed her skills.
“Oh! Wow,” Marcus moaned.
She brought him great pleasure.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming!” Marcus shouted. His dick exploded in her mouth, and Scarlett calmly swallowed it all.