The Laws Of Attraction 1

"Hey, Taylor--I mean Catwoman--you look great!"

Taylor looked up and gave a wry smile. "Thanks for the compliment on my outfit, Ryan, but the big-chested hotties are getting all the attention."

"I guess that leaves all the other hotties for me then," Ryan said.

Taylor snorted. "Right. So you think I'm a hottie?"

"Of course. I just said you look great. Catwoman never looked better."

Taylor blushed and looked down. Ryan could see she didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I was going to walk out back for a bit and get some air. Want to join me?"

Taylor's eyes snapped up. "I'd love to."

Ryan reached for her hand, and she responded, clasping his. He threaded her through the crowd and found the back door.

"Whew! I needed a break from the heat and noise," he said when they stepped out.

"Me too," Taylor said. "But I'm still surprised you're not salivating at all the cleavage on display back in there. Seems like every other guy is drawn in like moths to a flame."

Ryan laughed. "I'll admit I look. I mean, I'm a guy. But I kind of go for different things."

"Oh? And what are those?"

Ryan looked down. "Taylor, talking about stuff like that makes me a little shy. It's kind of intimate."

Taylor blushed again. "Ryan, I think you know I'm kind of shy myself. I know how it feels, and I won't abuse your trust. I've been a little down tonight, and it would help if I could hear from a guy who isn't salivating over chesty bimbos. Wait! I'm sorry. They're not bimbos. They're just having some racy fun on Halloween. I'd like to do the same, but I don't have the assets or the personality to just put it out there. So I'm a little frustrated."

"Would you like to take a walk? Your story loosened me up, and I'll talk. But I'll do better without a bunch of people around."

"Getting away from a party where I'm feeling sorry for myself? I'll take it."

They both laughed. Ryan held out his hand again.

"This walk is getting better all the time," Taylor said as she took it.

They found the gate on the side of the house and walked out to the street.

"Can I start with some questions?" Taylor asked.

"Sure. Might be easier to get going that way."

"So I was talking about abundant cleavage, and you said you go for different things. Say more."

"Taylor, I can't always say what attracts me, but I really like B-cups on a girl. I kind of go for a tight body look, and that breast size just really fits."

"OK, I can see that. Anything else to say?"

Ryan shivered. Taylor felt it.

"There

is

more. C'mon, Ryan, help a sister out here."

"Taylor, anything more gets pretty candid and sexual. Are you alright with that?"

She squeezed his hand. "Yes, Ryan. I want to know. And, even though I'm shy, I'll share some things with you later to even the score. So you're not alone."

"You asked for it," Ryan answered and laughed. "Where to start? Okay, I had a girlfriend that was a B-cup, and she said that smaller breasts are more sensitive because the same number of nerves have to squeeze into the smaller space. Whether or not that's true, she had super sensitive breasts, and I loved it."

"You loved it?"

"Yeah. I could work her into a lather easily. And when she was worked up, I could corrupt her all the better."

Taylor snorted. "I'll bet. Keep going."

"Women don't have obvious signals like a hard cock to show their arousal. You have to look a little deeper. But some women's breasts give hints. I like girls whose nipples give them away. I like having my attentions answered with rock-hard nipples and pebbled breasts."

"I hadn't thought about that. Men's cocks give you nonverbal feedback to everything you do. I can see why you'd like something similar."

"Exactly. Now, let's keep going. Even as a guy, I understand how well B-cups work with clothing. You can wear a regular bra, a bralette, a push-up, or you can go without. Each has its fashion uses. You can squeeze B-cups under a sports bra and do about anything. So I think B-cup chicks have a ton of flexibility."

"I'll grant you that."

"Now we get to another quirk of mine. I kind of like shy girls who aren't so shy once you get to know them. With B-cups, they can play that game to the fullest."

"I think I know what you mean, but say a little more so I'm sure."

"Okay, a B-cup girlfriend can play sexy games for her man. Like removing her bra during dinner out. From a distance, nothing's changed, but get close and everything changes."

"I figured you'd say something like that. So you like naughty girls?"

Ryan blushed enough to show under the street lights.

"I think I touched a nerve," Taylor said gently. "It's okay, Ryan, you can share."

"Taylor, first of all, I'm not making a list of things a woman has to check off. I've been attracted to A-cup, C-cup, and even a few bigger women. Same thing about the naughtiness scale. But if I'm wishing, I don't want her just naughty. I want her wicked."

Heat flushed through Taylor's body at that admission. She knew Ryan had to feel it through her palm. She took a second to compose herself.

"C-" Her voice cracked. "Can we talk more about that, Ryan?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes. Please."

"This gets pretty private and personal, Taylor. I don't want a reputation as some sort of weirdo."

"Ryan. You can trust me. And I'll share some things later. Please." She squeezed his hand.

"Taylor, my dream girl is polished on the outside, but a little shy. Get to know her, however, and she turns into a kinky slut. I want that because it matches who I am. There, I've said it."

Her eyes flashed. "You've just started, Ryan. Keep going."

"You're not going to let go of this, are you?"

"You're duty-bound to distract this frustrated girl from her self-pity. Let's hear all of it. What does 'kinky slut' mean? She likes to be whipped?"

Ryan laughed. "Maybe. It's not a specific thing. She just loves exploring and seeing what her body can do."

"So she likes to deep-throat, gag, and take facials like those girls were bragging about at the party?"

"That certainly gets the guys gathering around the flame, doesn't it?" They both laughed. But Taylor kept looking at him.

"No, it's not like that for me," Ryan continued. "I'd only like that stuff if the girl was getting off on it. She doesn't need to do that to prove her devotion or anything. And I've never understood pulling out and cumming in my hand. I'm pretty happy to cum wherever I'm at."

"And where is that?"

"Wherever she lets me."

Taylor snorted again. "I bet. But say more. What do

you

want if you could have anything?"

Ryan took the bait. "I'd want it all. Handjobs, blowjobs, titty-jobs, sixty-nine, penetrative sex in every possible position, and yes, I want her to love it in the ass."

"Love it, huh?"

"I'm not turned on if she's putting up with it. Especially if it's hurting her."

"What about the other direction? You're supposedly a kinky slut yourself, right?"

"Taylor, I'd give her everything she wanted. Long, lazy pussy-licking sessions. Fingers. Toys. Rimming either direction. Pegging. I haven't done it yet, but I know what ass-play feels like. Role play or restraints in either direction. Power play. I'd probably say yes if she wanted another man or woman in bed for a threesome. If she wanted to swing, I'd do it with her."

"Be still my beating heart." They both laughed. Then Taylor got serious again. "So you'd let her get as slutty as she wanted, huh?"

"That's part of why I dream of a kinky slut for a partner. I'd give her full reign to express herself."

"And no judgment? Really? You won't think less of her? That seems hard to believe."

"I know that trust takes time to build. So she would have to feel me out over time and learn to trust me. If I was sending some signal that I was judging, she could call me out on it. But I think she would come to understand in time."

"That's a fairly mature answer, Ryan. Okay, I'll let that stand for now. Let's get back to what she looks like. We've only talked about her chest."

"Hey, I've been sharing a lot here. Don't you get a turn?"

"Later, buddy. You're not nearly done distracting me. Spill. Give me the visual tour."

"You know this is harder. I'm attracted to a lot of things. Some girls just attract me. And others grow on me. I don't know how to describe it. They just feel right."

"I know what you're saying, but I'm not going to let you off the hook that easily. Let's start with me. Do I attract you, Ryan?"

"Yes."

Another hot wave passed through Taylor. She shivered. Ryan had to feel that.

"Why?" she asked.

"You're going to make me spell it out?"

"Ryan, you've been doing so well. What's a little more sharing? I

really

want to know."

Ryan gave her a long look. "Why am I sharing so much? I've never done this before with anyone, my guy friends or girlfriends."

"You'll just have to take a chance, Ryan. Are you scared to do your good deed for the day? Giving a friend a little validation?"

"Hell yeah, I'm scared. I'm giving you a lot of leverage over me."

Taylor laughed prettily. "And that's a problem--how?"

Ryan laughed at that, and he relaxed. "So shy little Taylor has broken through her reserve, and now she's the wildcat?"

"Something like that, Ryan. But I'm not getting distracted with your psychoanalysis. Let's hear it. Why am I a hottie?" She stopped and struck a pose.

"That's why. Look at you. You've been working down my defenses, and you strike a pose. You're a tight little thing. Nice sleek body. Nice tits. Fucking incredible ass. Intelligent, friendly, and expressive face. Hair looks just right. Aggressive when you want something. What's not to like?"

Taylor flushed in spite of herself.

"You really think that?"

"You drag all this out of me, and you think I'm kidding? Damn, Taylor, look in the mirror sometime. Tell me I'm wrong."

"Yeah, but the guys at the party had a different take on things."

"They're fucking idiots. Chasing after performance art."

"So I'm not performance art. What am I?"

"I don't know, Taylor! But I want to find out more. What hides beneath that shy, tight exterior?"

"There's only one way to find out."

"Hey Ryan! Taylor! What are you two doing out there in the dark? The party's in here, nitwits. Get in here!"

They both looked up to see a couple of their friends hanging out of the front door. In their walk, they had circled back to the party house. They changed direction and headed for the door to snickers and comments.

"If you want to bang each other, the backyard is the other way. Or sneak into a bedroom. You guys want to get arrested or something?"

"Or something," Ryan muttered as he pulled Taylor through the door.

They were back into the press of bodies and noise. Fortunately, only a couple of people had seen them outside. They tried to continue their discussion, but it was impossible to talk intimately with everyone else around. Taylor reached into Ryan's pocket and pulled out his phone. She held it expectantly, and he unlocked it. She entered some information, sent a text, and handed it back to him without a word. Then she disappeared. Ryan rejoined the party and chatted up a nearby group.

He saw Taylor across the room a couple of times. She met his eyes but made no other signs of recognition. A couple of his friends asked him about being outside with her, and he said that she wanted some advice, and they stepped out to discuss it.

"And you needed to hold her hand for that?" one asked.

"Yes," he answered in a way that ended that discussion.

After leaving the party, he looked at his phone. Taylor had texted him.

I owe you some personal details. And thanks for raising my spirits way beyond what I expected. May I cook you dinner Friday night? I may drag a few more confessions out of you, so be warned--Taylor

I'd love that,

he replied.

Including the additional confessions???

I don't want to admit it, but yes

C U at 6. Can't wait

Ryan remembered Taylor sipping what looked like wine out of her cup, so he brought a bottle to the door. He also brought an informal bouquet of flowers.

"Wow! For me? You came prepared!" Taylor got a big smile. "They are beautiful and thoughtful. Please come in."

"Thanks for inviting me, Taylor."

"You haven't tried my cooking yet. Better reserve judgment."

Ryan laughed. "I'm sure it's better than what I'd be eating otherwise."

"And the company's better, too," she added.

"Of course." They both looked into each other's eyes and chuckled. Taylor gave him a quick tour, got the flowers arranged in a vase, and got glasses while he opened the wine.

"Would you like to help me finish the salad?" Taylor asked.

"Least I can do," Ryan replied. As he moved into the kitchen and danced around Taylor, he wondered if he was getting a subtle test. You find out a lot about someone when you cook together.

"You cook much?" she asked, eyeing him quickly chopping.

"Actually, quite a bit. My Mom got me started, but I kept going on my own. I like to eat well, and that costs a lot if you aren't cooking. And I like choosing what goes into my food. I tend to make big portions and freeze things for later. Stuff like stews or spaghetti sauce."

"So maybe my cooking won't be better than what you would have on your own."

"A hot girl cooks me dinner? That's

always

better."

"You and your 'hot girl' stuff," Taylor laughed. "I don't need a pick-me-up tonight."

"Who said anything about that?"

Taylor blushed. "I guess I should just thank you for the compliment, shouldn't I?"

Ryan looked her in the eye. "I know you're shy, Taylor, so it's okay to struggle with a compliment from a boy. But the compliment stands."

Taylor straightened her spine. "Thank you, Ryan," she said clearly.

"That's the spirit!"

Taylor tried to hide the smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

They kept up a lively conversation through dinner. When they had cleared the plates and cleaned up, Taylor led Ryan into her living room.

"Bring the rest of the wine. I have a gas fireplace that's fun to gather around."

They got two chairs pulled up. Taylor fussed with them until they were slightly facing each other. They each settled in and looked into the fire.

"I owe you some personal details after I dragged your story out of you the other night," Taylor began. "But it will take me a little bit to get in the right frame of mind."

"Take your time, Taylor. And you don't have to share anything you don't want to."

"Can I ask you something, Ryan?"

"Of course."

"Can I trust you with my personal confidences? It's more than not repeating them. It's not getting weirded out or anything."

"After you pulled my depraved story out of me, Taylor, I don't think you have anything to worry about. But I will grant you some leeway. Let's just agree that some of what you tell me is exaggerated. That way, I won't assume the worst on anything. And of course, I keep confidences."

"I like that idea. You make a girl feel comfortable, Ryan."

"Thank you, Taylor."

She snickered at him turning the tables. Then she looked down, gathering her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up, and she spoke clearly.

"After the party, I went home and masturbated like half the night. My poor clitty about fell off. Your words made me elated and horny beyond belief. I came hard, over and over, thinking about what you said. That's no exaggeration."

"Oh my God, Taylor, that is so fucking hot," Ryan stammered.

"I masturbate almost every day--sometimes several times. I think something is wrong with me."

"Taylor, t-the only thing wrong with you is not having a partner to share that with." Ryan's voice was strained.

"You think so?" she teased. He nodded.

"You may now appreciate my frustration at the party," she continued. "Here I am, this horny, twisted girl, and all the boys are chasing after the usual hotties who will probably string them along. But I'm too shy to attract the boys to a girl that would live out the slutty illusion the big-chested hotties are selling."

"I can see that. I go through something similar. I come factory-equipped to empathize with a girl's wants and needs, and I enjoy making them come true. But it's hard to get to that point when everyone is marketing themselves so hard."

"Exactly. So you can imagine my excitement to suss your story out of you. And you found me hot, or at least you gave a convincing impression."

"That was no impression."

"I'm starting to believe you. So now we come to the second big reveal." She took his hand.

"Ryan, I've been crushing on you for a while."

He blushed. "Wow. I didn't expect that. Umm, thanks. That feels really good." He stumbled through his answer.

She smiled. "It's fun to see you squirm. Anyway, you can picture what that night did to me. My crush told me that I was hot. Maybe I had a chance with him. And then he admits his kinky desires. Maybe he's as twisted as I am."

"You're making me feel what you felt that night, Taylor."

"Good! Now for the third reveal. When I masturbate all out, I use two dildos and a clit sucker. I'm going to let you figure out how that works."

"That's volcanic, Taylor. That image will stay in my mind for a long time. But that's a lot of moving parts, isn't it?"

"I'm a creative girl. I put a dumbbell between my legs so I can brace the lower dildo on that and grind into it. Then I have enough hands for everything else. In fact, I have a hands-free clit sucker/vibe combo that frees both hands to play with my tits. So I can fantasize that I'm getting wickedly fucked by a hot guy, or maybe two of them."

Ryan adjusted his erection. He didn't bother to hide it. Taylor watched with a little smile.

"So I've got a great setup for some amazing all-body orgasms. But, as much as I like it, it's not the real thing. I want a man fucking me every which way. I want romantic, I want to ride, and I also want to get fucked like a bitch. You following me?"

"In every way, Taylor."

"Now, the appetites you described sounded really good. I haven't tried all those things, but I like the open-minded and exploration parts. I want a man who listens to me, feels me out, and goes on these journeys together. I need to really trust a guy to let loose."

"That makes a lot of sense," Ryan responded.

"As I've mentioned, I'm kind of a shy slut. That means I love to share my slutty side, but only with people I've grown to know and trust. I keep a low profile with everyone else."

"I'm the same way, Taylor."

"That's why I'm sharing this with you, Ryan. Once I trust someone, I don't hold back, like you just found out. But that means that only my close friends really get to see me. So my ideal partner treats me like a lady to the world. Only alone or with my close friends does he take liberties with my body."

"Liberties, huh?"

"Yes, Ryan, liberties. I trust you're smart enough to figure those out?"

"I think I'm up to the task." They both laughed.

"So now, Ryan, after I've given you a peek under the hood, we come to some more questions."

Taylor looked into the fire, gathering her thoughts again. She reached some sort of resolution. Her eyes slid back to his.

"You have three choices ahead of you: Choice one, you complete your task of verbally cheering me up and go home proud that you succeeded. I'll carry a glow from this for a long time. Choice two, you fuck me tonight and make me your plaything. I'll respond positively and we can move on to friends with full benefits. I'll carry a continuous glow from that, believe me. Choice three, you decide you want a relationship. That carries more risk, but also more potential reward. You can think about it."

Ryan looked into her eyes. He took both her hands.

"Taylor, would you like to be my girlfriend? I think the potential reward is well worth it."