****Every character in this story is 18 or older****
I stared at the stucco wall, exhaling loudly, ridding myself of the toxic energy I'd built up during the week. Finals were finally over, so I stole a moment for myself. I sat down in the lobby outside the lecture hall and did nothing but breathe. Seconds before, I was a student crumbling under pressure of academia, and in the final stroke of a pen, I was a person again. I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness that followed. In its place, my image appeared, glowing with the passion I had to put away for the sake of academics. With a beat up, nylon-stringed guitar in my hand, my soulful eyes gazed back at me, giving back all the energy I lost. Just behind, hidden by my form, Taya peered from behind my shaved head, lightly gripping my firm chest with both hands. She locked eyes with me, her slender, brown face weathered by stress and sleep deprivation.
Behind her docile eyes was a knowing stare; she needed my touch to relieve her stress. I gave an affirming nod, both in my vision and in reality, then I reopened my eyes. I stood up from the cushioned chair, and made my way across the tiled floor to the exit, moved by purpose.
Discovering that Taya, the pastor's daughter, was having sex with her meat-headed cousin came as a shock, but one that presented a life changing opportunity. I blackmailed Taya and Marcus, demanding that Taya be my sexual outlet in exchange for my silence. As teenage boys go, my hormones were raging and I was too impatient to form a steady relationship, so in anticipation of my first sexual experience, especially if it was with Taya, I threw the possibility on the table. Marcus was an easy sell. The way he saw it, he didn't have to give anything up and what happened to Taya wasn't his problem. Taya's reaction was harder to read at the time, her silence and unwilingness to look me in the eye seemed mysterious. I recognize now that she was too embarrassed to refuse, and too hurt to protest. I was her "friend", a beta that provided a shoulder to cry on and a fresh compliment here and there. In a way, I was betraying her, and I'm not proud of it, especially with the attitude I had going in to our arrangement. I then became her "owner" and she became my sex object. After the one-sided negotiation with Marcus and Taya, Marcus spoke for a speechless Taya, agreeing to the deal.
"Good, no need to rock the boat," he said, with his crooked grin. Without acknowledging Taya, he scurried away from behind the church, scuffing his sneakers as he went. I watched as he hurried into his Kia and swung it out of the empty parking lot.
I turned to see Taya staring at the ground in defeat, her dress still hiked up and her makeup running from sweat and tears. I took a few confident paces until I was close enough to feel her body heat. "You're mine every Friday night, from 7 to 10," I asserted. She didn't look up, but she gave a slow, single nod. This began our...relationship. I planned to forbid Taya from fucking Marcus anymore, but it he ended up leaving for good. He told Pastor James he'd give Cleveland a try. With him out of the picture, I forbade Taya from fucking any other guys. She could date, but she had to save herself for me.
Regrettably, I'd used Taya like a fleshlight in the beginning. I would basically lube up, jack-hammer into her ass, mouth, or hand, pull out and cum into a sock a few minutes later. Every time, she was silent, somber, and judging. In my shame, I wouldn't interact with her. She would leave without a word spoken between us. But with time, our encounters changed for the better. After being sexual satisfied for the first time, the hunger disappeared, and I could think more rationally.
It didn't feel good to fuck somebody who wasn't satisfied, so I tried to listen to her body. Likewise, Taya seemed to learn my habits and preferences. I studied her slim frame, her firm brown buns, her delicate breasts. The smell of her body became my aphrodisiac, and her orgasms became my orgasms. Her puckered asshole became my favorite thing to lick, her neck became my favorite thing to kiss, and her engorged clit became my favorite thing to suck. She knew, without prompting, when to finger my ass or lick my nipples, when to bathe my cock with her sticky little tongue, when to swallow me. We rarely spoke, but we began to snuggle afterward, bonding in a way. We shared a sort of telepathic connection, leaving no room and no purpose for dialogue. She became an extension of me, hosting a piece of my spirit when I would cum inside her. Our bond transcended the initial blackmail arrangement as she began showing up early to our sessions, and her mood lightened the more we bonded. These exchanges continued through our senior year of high school.
We went to separate colleges and live in different parts of town, but we continued our sessions over our breaks. Now, as both of our semesters end, I have the chance to touch her again. As I ride on the noisy metro, space-time moves at a blurring pace. I see none of the faces getting on or off, I see none of the streets I cross or the pavement I walk. I just see Taya's Volkswagen parked in front of my house. She must be very eager because she's 21 hours early. I go to open the door, knowing she left it unlocked for me. I drop my bag on the coffee table, leave my leather jacket on the couch, and head right to my bedroom. Inside, she's sitting on my bed facing the window. Black boots, shapely faded jeans, infinity scarf and knit sweater. She's garnished with bright red lipstick, my favorite. She turns to look at me when I enter. Her tired face is still beautiful. She looks divine with her illuminated natural hair, turned a golden reddish hue at the ends by the sunlight.
