Grateful 2 U CTB
Starbucks was busy as usual as Kyle stood in line to order his usual iced cappuccino. It was past the early morning rush when most people would have been trying to get their over-priced cup of liquid caffeine, but the line was still nearly to the door. He had thrown on an old pair of board shorts, a classic Hobie tee shirt and an old pair of flip-flops. This is why he had given up the corporate world, being able to dress however he pleased and not having to keep a regimented schedule was a good fit with his personality, and at least tolerable for his professional life.
With his order in hand he made his way to the far table on the veranda where a woman was waiting. She was fit and attractive, dressed professionally in a black skirt and neatly creased button-up shirt. At first glance, she appeared to be in her late thirties; but the lines at her eyes and the corners of her mouth made her look older. Her hair was mostly blond, but darker roots could be seen underneath, she was moderately tanned and wore glasses with a thicker frame.
Kyle took his seat and took the woman's hand into his own, "Miriam," he said, kissing the top of her hand lightly.
"Oh stop being such a flirt, Kyle," she said with a smile.
Kyle sat back into his chair and sipped at his coffee, "So how have you been?"
Miriam put her cell phone and purse on the table and took a sip of her own coffee before answering, "Busy as I want to be."
"Well that's good," A low-rider truck with a loud stereo thumped a rhythmic beat as it passed by, "It's going to be a hot one today."
"Come now Kyle; let's not talk about the weather. We don't need to go through the motions. I want to know about this girl who has kept you so busy lately that you can't find time to call."
Kyle snorted and laughed, "You never were one to waste time," he said. He then pulled out his phone, went to the photo gallery and handed the device to her.
"Oh my god, Kyle! How old is she? She can't be more than sixteen! What are you—"
"—She's old enough," Kyle interrupted, holding up his hands for her to keep her voice down. "I promise I'm not going to end up in jail."
The woman looked dubious but eventually nodded, "She's gorgeous... and so petite," she said, studying the few pictures Kyle had taken without Jamiee knowing.
"What's her name and how did you meet her?"
"Jillian Aimee Boyack but most people call her Jamiee. She's my best friend's little sister," Kyle explained.
"Ha, I bet that's been awkward."
"Well, not yet. He doesn't know—I mean this just happened."
"Boyack... Boyack..." she said to herself, thinking about the people she knew from Kyle's past. "I think I remember the Boyacks – you used to almost live at their house in high school if I remember correctly."
"Yep, that's them."
"But I thought they only had boys."
"Nope, little Jamiee snuck in there at the end. She's the youngest but has spent most of her time at an all-girls boarding school in England. She has the accent to prove it," explained Kyle briefly.
"The mother was English if I remember right," said Miriam.
Kyle nodded and sipped his coffee, "She is," he confirmed, "she was always really good to me growing up, almost like a second mom sometimes. But I think she and her husband do a lot of traveling these days visiting grandkids and for business. Jamiee doesn't act like she's very close to her parents."
"That's too bad," said Miriam, "that can be a perfect recipe for a girl to fall into the clutches of someone like you," she said half-joking. But then the smartly dressed woman looked suddenly serious, "you better not hurt this child, Kyle, or so help me?"
"Hey, I have no intention of hurting her," Kyle said equally as serious.
Miriam nodded reluctantly and returned the phone, "I hope not for your sake. She looks like a sweet girl, which makes me wonder why you're interested."
"Fair enough, and to be honest, this girl probably would be a lot better off being with someone else. But I really do like her. I can't explain it, but I felt this connection the first time I saw her."
"Which was how long ago exactly?"
"A week, she's home for the summer and then she'll head back for her final year of school."
"I know that girl's not old enough to be in college, so that means she's what, a senior in high school?"
Kyle shrugged uncomfortably, "Yeah, but I swear she's legal."
"Kyle Brooks! Of all the—," Miriam stopped herself before she began to attract unwanted attention.
"I promise, Miriam. Jamiee's old enough and I haven't done anything to trick her or drug her or anything else you're imagining."
Miriam gave him a hard, skeptical look, "While I agree that one can never guess who wants to be in the Lifestyle, I can't see this cute little girl wanting to call you master and suck your cock like a good little submissive. And there's no way you're going to convince me that you're going to be able to go straight and just have a plain-Jane relationship with her."
Kyle tried not to look guilty but couldn't bring himself to look the woman sitting across from him in the eye, "Well, no...I'm not exactly going straight..."
Miriam sat forward in her chair, "What have you done?" she demanded to know, pronouncing each work slowly and carefully.
Kyle looked uncomfortable and hesitated to answer before finally saying too quickly, "Imadeherminelastnight."
"What? Repeat that slowly."
Kyle sighed; he knew he was going to have to tell Miriam everything anyway. He had known her for over two decades. She had been the one responsible for helping him understand why he was the way he was and how to act on his desires without ending up in jail, or worse. He had never intended to keep this a secret, but he knew that Miriam was going to have a hard time believing what he was going to say.
At last he took a deep breath and repeated, "I made her mine last night, Miriam. She took me as her master last night."
Miriam looked up at the sky, closed her eyes and shook her head, "Kyle, I'm really surprised at you. Every other girl you've been with was certainly beautiful, but they all knew what they were getting into. How could you do this to such a young child?"
"She's hardly a child, but I know, trust me I know," Kyle said, feeling exasperated at not having a better answer. "Look, you'll understand better when you meet her. But she's not exactly an innocent. She's been in a lesbian relationship for almost a year with her roommate at school, and she's read a lot about the Lifestyle online. She's like a fucking submissive prodigy, Miriam. I fell for her like a bee finding a truck full of pollen."
