The summer before senior year, I decided to spend a month with my aunt, in Michigan. I needed a break from my Grandmother, who was raising me, and have always had a good relationship with my aunt. Little did I know how that visit would change me.
Within days of arriving in Michigan, my aunt introduced me to her best friend, Marissa. Marissa was a 40 year old married woman, whose daughter was the same age as my cousin; Marissa and my aunt had met through their girls. Marissa was about 5'3", 125lbs, with long, red hair, smaller breasts, but a slim waist and nice curves. She was not overly done up, but was never hard to look at.
Over the course of my month long stay, we did a lot with Marissa and her daughter and the more time we spent with them, the more I was attracted to Marissa. She was intelligent and quick witted, and when she wasn't dressed down, her shapely, exposed legs clearly led to a beautiful ass – while bowling once during my visit, I couldn't help but stare as she took her turn, bending slightly to propel the ball down the lane...I was so hard it was difficult to keep up with the game.
As my interest grew, my aunt and cousins noticed and decided it was "cute". They teased me in front of her, but never once did she make me feel badly, nor did she turn away my attentions. She was married, though, so I returned to Florida with the assumption that I'd only hear from or see her if I returned to visit my aunt.
I was so wrong. Within days of returning home, I was delighted to see an e-mail from her. She edits books, for fun not as a career, and had reviewed the beginning of a book I was writing while in Michigan. The e-mail asked if I had written anymore; I had been busy arguing with my Grandmother and hadn't even thought about the books, so I responded that I'd been busy with family. Thinking back on it later, my response was curt and I should have been more shocked by what happened next.
A few days later, another e-mail arrived. This time, she asked about a website I had told her about. My innocent response, asking how she had been, led to much more than I could have anticipated. She told me she was stuck at the office and bored, asking me to entertain her. After inquiring how, she told me she enjoys reading, so I should write something for her...the tone and undercurrent to the "conversation" led me to believe what she really wanted was an erotic story, so I took a stab and kept my fingers crossed that I had guessed right. I did and over the course of the next few days, we both added to the story and the situations were more than a little arousing.
Several times over those days, she mentioned her guilt over the situation: I was her best friends high school aged nephew (although I was 18), she was married, and she was much, much older than me. Although I reassured her that our exchange would be private, the guilt won out and she put an end to it, but not without a proposition. Through our conversations, I came to learn that her secret desire was to be submissive. While this had always been one of mine, so I could relate, I was also intrigued with the prospect of having her at my beck and call. The fantasies fueled my dreams, both sleeping and waking, and I often found my own satisfaction with these thoughts. So, her proposition was this: she wanted to finish raising her daughter and asked if I would be her dom when that part of her life concluded. Her daughter was 10, so in the intervening 7 or 8 years, she encouraged me to finish school, do a 4 or 5 year stint in the military (she had been in the Army at my age and thought the experience enriching), then return to go to college. She encouraged me to improve my grades and ASFAB scores and pursue a medical or communications MOS in the service. She also tasked me with learning what it means and how to be a good dom, encouraging me to experiment and enjoy being young, but taking precautions ("always use a condom" she said). Also during this time, she offered to begin, long distance, being submissive to me. She would allow me to direct her in minor things, things that wouldn't cause her issues at work or home, such as what to wear and, when I knew she'd be alone, what she should do with herself. And she promised not only to faithfully perform her tasks, but to report back, in detail, how she did them.
Considering that she was my aunt's best friend, over the course of those years, I did see her. When I was able to visit, I would send her a detailed log of how I wanted her to dress and some things I wanted her to do while I was there, things that would not lead my aunt to believe anything was going on between us. As time passed, and my aunt became less concerned about our budding "friendship", we were bolder and I would touch her under the table at restaurants, "bump" into her whenever possible, and often steal quiet moments alone.
Although nothing more physical ever happened, those years passed quickly. We exchanged e-mails, me reporting on my progress and her encouraging me and giving me much needed advice on both sexual and non-sexual issues. There were a couple of women, over that time, that I took a deeper interest in, and she always reminded me that she wouldn't allow me to give up something I wanted for her, but I was never interested in the things women my age wanted. I didn't want children, the picket fence, or the golf club membership; I wanted a woman who would do what I asked, when I asked it, and nothing less would suffice.
Marissa always told me that, one day, she'd surprise me by showing up on my doorstep to enact the first story we had written together and that, from that moment forward, we could embark on this adventure that had been teasing us for years. She promised to support me while I went to school, provided I took sole responsibility for her once fully employed. While the word "responsibility" was daunting, I knew that doing so would also mean she was mine and would not hesitate to do whatever I asked of her.
After my discharge from the service, I moved to Michigan to attend the University of Michigan. A fellow former soldier did, as well, and we became roommates, living in an apartment just off campus. I knew Marissa was much closer to me now, but also knew I had to wait for her to make the first move. It was several months into the school year when I casually noticed a new tenant moving into the building. Not the most observant of men, I didn't pay attention enough to see who was moving in. So, while I should have anticipated it, I was surprised one afternoon to return home to find her standing outside her door, looking forlorn. I immediately asked my friend to take a walk around the block and not to expect me home for at least a couple days once he returned. The story was unfolding and, while I had memorized what to expect, having it play out in real life was something I was beginning to believe would never happen.
She was gorgeous: her long, natural red hair was shining in the dim hallway light and she was wearing a tight black dress. She caught me looking at her and walked up casually: "Hey, I accidentally left my keys locked in my car and was wandering if I could hang out with you until I get my car unlocked?" she asked, while smiling. Knowing there was no way I could deny her, after waiting so long to touch her, I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my apartment.
