It never fails to amaze me how meeting just one person can bring out a side of you that you never knew existed. Whether it's a passion for something a little out of the ordinary, a sense of adventure you didn't know you were brave enough to possess, or even a quick temper and shocking ability to hold a grudge, the people we allow into our lives have a unique ability to reveal qualities, both good and bad, that make us rethink what we thought we knew to be true about ourselves.
Just before my 21st birthday, I met Ethan, someone who not only brought out multiple sides of my personality that I had never known before, but who also was able to discover himself through me.
We came to know each other over a drunken night at a party I had been invited to by a mutual friend. He was slightly below average in height, slightly above average in weight with a little bit of pudge around his belly, which I personally found appealing thanks to a secret fetish for chubby guys. He had soft brown hair and stunningly blue-grey eyes that couldn't help but reveal every emotion, often to his displeasure. He dressed in a way that, to many, probably came off as though he were trying too hard to look important, but I quickly learned he just truly enjoyed the classy style and effortlessly put together each buttoned-down, zipped-up outfit every day. He was articulate and charming, even when intoxicated to the brink of alcohol poisoning, and he kept me on my toes all night long with his brutal honesty and wit.
We bonded over our sexuality, an auspicious beginning if I've ever seen one. At the end of the night, we exchanged numbers, and within a week, I was back in his attic bedroom, having passionate, sweaty, toe-curling, erotic sex until well past sunrise.
Over time, our friendship grew stronger, and the sex grew exponentially kinkier and better. I brought out in Ethan a newfound sense of inner strength and endurance, devout honesty, and a deeper level of love and trust than he may have ever thought possible. As for me, I used to be extremely controlling and stressed all the time. But once I started to let that go, Ethan helped me see how playful and open-minded I could be. He taught me forgiveness, for not only others but myself as well. Ethan also helped me discover an erotically dominant side of myself that I never knew existed, nor could be so much fun.
As I said earlier, the topic he and I most connected over right off the bat was our sexuality. For both of us, it was something that ran deep into who we were as people. It was not just about pleasure, though that certainly was a defining feature. It was about control, give and take, dominance and submission. We both had our kinks and dirty little secrets we had never shared before. A few weeks after we met, Ethan admitted to me that he had a particularly strong fetish for being teased and tormented by a woman, to the point of near masochism. He loved being told "no" and having the things he wanted most held just out of reach. This shocked me at first, as he seemed to have more dominant tendencies. But over time, I learned how to bring out this other side of him, oftentimes with just my words. It drove him crazy, and consequently, it made me want him even more.
One night in particular stands out most of all when it comes to this sexual awakening of sorts. A friend of mine from high school had just purchased her first house and was hosting a party. I asked Ethan if he would like to come, and, being a bit of a socialite, he enthusiastically said yes. I slipped into a casually chic floral dress, cinched at the waist, and he wore his usual cardigan over white button down combination, a pair of pressed khaki slacks, and a silk tie. I have to admit, he looked extremely handsome that night in particular, and although we were not officially a "couple" at the time, I was proud to have him on my arm as we walked up to the front door. His crooked smile and effortless banter made him a brag-worthy date.
About an hour into small talk and cheap wine, I was starting to get a little restless. Ethan, of course, had no problem making endless conversation with the other guests, and was especially excited to discover the hostess was majoring in cosmology, something he could literally discuss for hours. With the buzz of social interaction numbing my ears, I let my mind wander. Maybe it was a side-effect of the glass of wine I had, or maybe it was just boredom and a lack of anything interesting to occupy my thoughts, but I found myself recounting some of the more erotic experiences Ethan and I had shared. The words we had whispered or screamed out in pleasure, the ways and the places we had touched each other, his fingers inside my throbbing pussy, his tongue licking every drop from my desperate cunt, his hard cock finally filling me and making me cry out in ecstasy... I shifted uncomfortably, biting my lower lip, painted a sweet red with lipstick, as a familiar warmth crept between my thighs. I couldn't be thinking this now. Not here, in front of dozens of people. And I certainly couldn't be feeling this now... Could I? No. No, it was too wrong.
I wandered to the kitchen in search of a cold water bottle, hoping to cool the steam I felt building inside me. A group had gathered nearby and I had to turn sideways to slip between them and the counter. In doing so, however, I also inadvertently pressed my pussy against the corner, causing a sudden tingling pleasure. I suppressed a soft moan and mumbled an awkward "excuse me" as I made my way past the other guests.
I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way back to where Ethan was mingling. I really did try my best to distract myself, but nothing could calm the lusty images filling my mind. I was growing desperate. I needed to get off so badly. After a quick mental analysis of the house and the bodies that filled it, I decided there was a way I could get the time I needed alone with Ethan. It would be incredibly risky, of course, but still possible. However, I knew there was no way he would go for it. He was far too cautious and polite, and besides, he was genuinely enjoying himself participating in normal party-goer activities. I couldn't just walk up and tell him the dirty thoughts I was having. Unless, maybe, I could use his deepest fantasies to my advantage and create a scenario he wouldn't be able to refuse.
I slipped my phone out of my purse and typed a short text: "Meet me in the bedroom at the end of the hall?" I watched from the corner of my eye as he took his phone from his pocket, reading my text, his eyebrows quickly flicking up in that adorable way they always do. He glanced over at me, but I pretended to be occupied with the pictures on the wall. He responded, "Sure sweetie, but is everything ok?" That was all I needed. I had caught his interest, so I discreetly made my way through the crowd, not even looking at Ethan once.
The last door on the right was closed tight, clearly not meant for nosy guests. I quietly cracked it open anyhow, peering inside to check for any other risk takers before stepping in. I gently released the antique glass handle, closing the door silently behind me. The room was decently large yet extremely cozy, with original wood floors, creamy walls, and huge veiled windows. The furniture was sparse but aesthetic: an old four-post bed outfitted in layers of soft gray sheets, blankets, and pillows; a big pine dresser; a classy armchair covered in a cute floral fabric; and some mirrors and picture frames adorning the walls. I took a deep breath and sat myself on the edge of the bed, smoothing my dress nervously. I was having second thoughts, there was no denying that, but I couldn't turn back now, nor did I want to.
Just then, the door creaked open. My breath caught momentarily, terrified it could be someone else and they might know what I was up to. But of course, it was only Ethan. He couldn't hide the concern in his pale eyes.
"Hey, baby, what's going on? Is everything ok? Are you upset?" He came and sat next to me.
"Yes, of course, everything's fine..." I gulped. "It's just... I just..." I began to stammer. Taking a deep breath, I stopped myself. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. There was no room for errors, God forbid we wind up getting caught. Ethan bit his lip, his anxiety clearly growing. I cleared my throat. "I need you to listen to me, understand?" His brow furrowed as he nodded carefully. I continued, "Did you tell anyone you were coming here?"
"No, Lacy, no I didn't. What's going on?" His voice was beginning to shake.
"Good," I replied with a nod. "I need you to do everything I tell you, exactly as I tell you. Now lay down in the middle of the bed," I commanded, concealing my nervousness the best I could with a strong voice. He stared at me bewildered for a moment. I let a devious smile creep onto my lips, hoping to help him catch on to the little game I intended to play. It must have worked, because suddenly his eyes lit up and he bit his lip again, only this time it was not out of fear.
He crawled to the center of the mattress and laid obediently with his palms down at his sides. But that wasn't enough, not this time. I crawled on hands and knees, slowly straddling his lap, careful not to touch, letting my dress ride up, revealing my barely-covered bottom. I stayed there for a moment, then leaned back to sit on his legs, which were already trembling slightly with anticipation. "Good boy," I cooed, gently loosening his tie. He didn't dare move. He knew better. He only watched with lips slightly parted, breath slightly quickened.
