Wardenville Ch 08

As always, all characters, places, etc are imagined and no characters are minors. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental.

Please see chapters 1 and 2 for background on how the characters came to be where they are.

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Wardenville.

Chapter 08 - Jason undresses Tonya.

Jason was walking on cloud nine all morning and had, seemingly become the most popular guy on campus. Word of his undeniable association with Tonya had got around and he seemed to be adding 'friends' to his social media profiles every couple of minutes. This was crazy and Tonya was the whole cause of it. All this because he got her a cup of coffee and received at kiss.

How much better could it get? Would this new found fame last, or was he to be subject to Andy Warhol's claim that "Everyone gets 15 minutes of fame?" His 15 minutes might be up any time now, and, he had to admit, he didn't want that!

They met up at the car at lunchtime and had a ciabatta with ham and cheese each; Tonya added a black coffee, Jason had a latte. Jason, ever the gentleman, offered to pay.

"No need to offer, Jason," she said, "I expect you to pay, because you asked me here for lunch. If you think that sounds harsh or unfair, I would consider my reply very carefully."

"Sorry," said Jason, "it wasn't meant to be like that. I am just used to giving the offer; to not assume you couldn't pay - to be the 'Big Man'."

"Yeah, sorry too," she replied, realising she had snapped at him. "It's been a tough morning. My course isn't like the last one I was doing and I am not sure it works for me. My tutors are great, so I will carry on, but might have a 'black day' every now and then; when I feel overwhelmed."

She continued "I know you were not being the 'Big Man' with me. From what I saw last night, the 'A bit above average Man' might be more appropriate!" Her humour had come back!

They continued their lunch which took longer than usual, trying to fend off new friends who wanted part of their time. Two of Tonya's classmates stopped by, to say 'Hi' and she asked them to sit with them for a while. The taller of the two she introduced as "Kalisha", the other was called "Merry". He thought she said Mary, but she soon corrected him on that. Tonya glared at him, so he apologised profusely and asked if the two would like a drink. They both declined, but stayed and chatted.

Kalisha would, to most men, be a wet dream! She was 21 and stood about 5ft 8 tall, with large breasts, long black hair, similar to Tonya's and a big ass. Her eyes sparkled with fun and she smiled a lot. Sadly for the male part of the human race, Kalisha was a lesbian and Merry was her current partner. Merry was also 21 but was totally different from Kalisha, being just over 5ft tall, with a slim, almost skinny frame. She did, however, have a beautiful face. She was a blue-eyed blonde with a cute button nose and even cuter dimples.

Jason could see that, if Tonya didn't exist, he would be stunned by either of these two. But she did, and that was just fine with him!

As lunch was finishing the four stood and set off towards the main campus building. Tonya said 'bye' to Jason and gave him a quick kiss. Laughing loudly, the three girls went left along a corridor, whilst Jason stepped in to the first classroom on the left for his next lesson.

"Hey," someone shouted to him, "You got a monopoly on great looking chicks. I saw you with them three and would give my left ball for a shot at any of them!" The boy, who Jason knew was called 'Dave' carried on. "What's your secret? Can you introduce me?"

Luckily for Jason, the tutor arrived causing everyone to sit and the furore calmed down. He decided he would get out of class quickly when it was over, so he didn't get delayed meeting Tonya. Today was his longest day, being an hour longer than normal, but thankfully Tonya had to see another tutor about her course, so she would also be delayed.

Class ended and he dashed off getting to his car in a few minutes to find Tonya already there. "Thank God that week is over," she said, "It has been so stressful today with trying to figure out if I can do this course properly!" Jason gave her a hug to show he cared and understood, and asked if they were going straight home or stopping off anywhere en-route.

"We need to go to yours first," she said, surprising him, "You need a change of clothes for tomorrow because you are not going home tonight! I also want to speak to Carey, and meet your parents. I guess they will be home already as we are so late?"

Jason stood shocked! 'He wasn't going home tonight!' She had said that, hadn't she?

"Ok, lets go."

It only took just over 10 minutes to get to Jason's house and his mind was still in turmoil and excitement when they arrived. They could see Mr and Mrs Miller on the porch.

'Jason came round the car and opened her door for her' thought his Mom, 'this must be serious! He's never done that for anyone before, unless they had their hands full.'

"Hi, Mom and Dad," this is Tonya." he called as they got out of the car. His parents stood and came to greet them. Mr Miller looked like he had seen a ghost, and turned to his wife to see if she was similarly confused. He had seen this person today, at the WPLC HQ building. Or he thought he had?

"Err... Hi," they both greeted Tonya. "Excuse the confusion but.... Didn't we see you at WPLC today? This afternoon around 2:30?"

Jason nipped in with a reply. "That will have been Tonya's Mom, she is working there now."

"Well, gosh..... welcome young lady. You look SO much like your Mom." Mr Miller looked at his wife again, looking for some validation for his statement. "Yes, you sure do!" she added.

"Tonya has invited me to their house, for tea and.........." he added cautiously, "to sleep over!"

Before Jason's parents could say anything, Tonya asked if Carey was home and could she see her? "She is upstairs with Jed," Mr Miller said, "I'm not sure if they are seeing guests." he added with a knowing smile. "Oh, right, No problem," Tonya replied. "I can text her or see her tomorrow or Sunday; no issues."

Jason sprinted into the house to get his stuff, not wanting to give his parents time to come up with a reason he could not stay over at Tonya's, and returned 5 minutes later to find his parents deep in conversation with her. "Well son," his Dad started, "This young lady seems very switched on." He missed out on mentioning the more obvious attriibutes she had.

"We are off now......?" Jason said, half a statement, half a question, "We will be over tomorrow............. or Sunday?" He looked to Tonya for guidance.

"Yes, one or the other." she replied.

Sensing no argument from his parents, he opened the car door for Tonya and settled her in. He waved to his parents and got in the car too.

As they left, The Millers looked at each other and both wondered how their family life had changed so dramatically in just a few days.

It had changed due to a force of nature called "Tonya."

"It's nice your parents saw my Mom today," Tonya said as they drove, more just to make conversation rather than with any real meaning. She had a lot on her mind with her decision to spend most of the weekend training Jason to her standards. Jason was thinking about Tonya too. His life was a blur at present, but, nothing he couldn't handle.

At least he hoped so!

"It's almost 7," Jason said to Tonya, "should I get a pizza or is your Mom cooking again?" Tonya called her Mom who said she had eaten, but might take a slice of pizza if it was going, She said to get Pepperoni on top.

Stopping at the pizza store to grab the food, they continued to the Wilson's home and parked down the side of the house again. Jason hopped out to open Tonya's door for her, then grabbed his bag of clothes from the back seat, and shut and locked the car.

He caught up with Tonya as she reached the house door, and reached for the handle to open it, but Lucia was there first and held the door for them both to come in. "Ah, here you are," she said. "I am a bit hungrier than I thought, so I will take a couple of slices when you are ready. I will be in the dining room." She turned and left.

Jason looked at Tonya who indicated he should go to the kitchen to plate up the pizza. He was glad he had asked for it to be sliced into 12 so there would be enough for them both with Lucia having 2 slices now.

"Damn, that was smart!" said Tonya smiling at Jason when he handed her her plate. He questioned what she meant; she indicated the numerous smaller slices. "Mom has 2 and there are still plenty left for us!"

"Oh, well when we go for pizza as a family, Carey always says she wants only 1 or 2 slices, then eats half the food. We quickly got used to ordering more slices or we got nothing!"

Tonya laughed, and began to eat. Jason took a seat next to her in the, quite large, kitchen and started to eat too. He passed her a can of soda from the fridge and asked if he could take an Apple Fanta. She said he could take whatever he wanted.

Finishing their food, Jason put the plates on the side by the dishwasher and checked with Tonya it was ok to go and get the plate from Lucia. "Of course," she said, "another thing you don't need to ask about. When there is stuff to go back into a cupboard, or in the dishwasher, then it's your job to do that. You won't get into any trouble for being helpful, but don't go too far. Don't try to presume what I might want, just ask!"

She called to her Mom that they were going upstairs, but she must have been occupied, or nodded off, because there was no reply.

Safely back in Tonya's room, Jason asked where to put his bag. "Drop it in the corner, but take out a pair of boxers and shorts. You won't need anything else. Now, strip and kneel before me!"

'No soft talk or preamble' Jason thought. 'But I am sure she just wants my obedience.' He removed his polo shirt, and folded it carefully, placing it on the dresser. He pulled down his trousers and boxers in one move, then realised he hadn't undone his shoe laces. Struggling with the left lace, he felt himself become unbalanced, and put out his hand to stop himself from falling. He fell at her feet and quickly sorted out his feet and clothing. Folding them neatly he placed his trousers and boxers with the shirt on the dresser.

"Sorry," he said. "That was a bit silly of me!"

"No worries, you haven't damaged anything have you?" He replied that he hadn't.

"Okay. Now listen to me, this is serious now. I really care for you and think you want to care for me too. You need to understand that I expect the best, and I expect you to provide it. But you need to be observant to be able to see what I need, maybe even before I do. We have had a relaxed start to our FLR, but now we start properly."

Jason nodded and tried to look serious.

"Have you ever been blind-folded?" she asked him. He replied that he had not.

"Ok. Move over here, right in front of me. Now, You have 1 minute too look at me. Lets start easy, look only at my face. After 1 minute I will blindfold you and then ask a series of questions. You need to do your best to give me the right answer, but if you don't know an answer give me as much as you can."

"Right, Ready?" she asked. Jason nodded. "Your minute starts now."

Tonya sat still, smiling at him. Jason looked at her face trying to remember everything about it; he registered her deep brown eyes, her flared nose, bright white teeth. She wore earrings, dangling silver ones with a shape of something on them - he couldn't see what. He didn't know what else to look for so he just tried to keep a picture in his head. "Minute is over." She placed the soft blindfold over his eyes.

"Ready?" He nodded.

She said nothing for a full 30 seconds. Jason's brow furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening. He decided she was making him wait to distract his mind.

"Am I wearing lipstick, and if so, what colour? She asked. Jason thought. He hadn't looked at her lips but was pretty sure she did not have any on. "No." he ventured.

"Next, describe my eyebrows, size, colour, anything you can think about them."

"They are shaped to match your eyeline, about 3 inches long each, black, carefully tended to." He was reaching now, unable to picture them at all..

"When I just sat for you, how many teeth could you see?"

'Oh fuck,' Jason thought. How could he know that. "I can only guess at that one," he said. "I will say 12."

Nothing was said for well over a minute, but he thought he heard Tonya doing something. The silence was un-nerving him. "Hands on head, fingers entwined!" she instructed.

As he did so he heard a whooshing noise and something hit his right thigh, but not too hard.

"Ow." he said, although it did not hurt too much, it was more the surprise.

The noise was repeated and he felt the same on his left thigh, again not hard.

"Take your blindfold off!" She did not sound annoyed at him; her voice was neutral. He looked around and saw what she had hit him with. It was a slim crop with a little cloth hand shape on the end.

"Tell me what that taught you," she said. "This test is to see what you noticed when I gave you a chance to study me, but more it was designed to see how you reacted when I asked you a totally unfair question. Which one was it?" she asked.

"The teeth." he said with certainty this time.

"Yes, well done. I have no idea of that answer to that one either, but sometimes that is how it will be. You will be put in a position where whatever you do, you will be wrong. I need to see how you react and if you can prioritise the best you can do."

He could see now that he had the eyebrows about right, so said so. She nodded. "But," she said "the lipstick was one you should have got. I kissed you at least twice today, so you should have felt the slipperyness of the gel, and seen the shine on my lips - they are not like that normally. I let you off a little on that one, because it was colourless, which probably explains why you said No."

"I will test you from time to time, and from now will not give you advance warning. You need to start really thinking about everything you do for me, or I do for you, or what happens around us. You must protect ME from any negativity, and that means mental issues too - you must be happy to be with me, serve me, and...... suffer for me, if necessary!"

"Life can be unfair, your job is to make sure my life isn't unfair on me. Do you think you can do that?" Jason looked at her, looked into her eyes and felt a slight change inside him.

"Yes, I can, and I will," he said, "to the best of my ability."

"GOOD!" she smiled, instantly brightening the room. "The rest of the night should be very enjoyable for you, and it will be for me too, because you will make sure it is. I will guide you, but you make the final decisions."

Jason was overjoyed to hear this, but, did she mean they would make love? Did he mean 'Would they have sex? Was love on the plate yet?" He would let the night play out and see how far it went. He knew as he was staying over there were any number of options to explore and plenty of time to do them.

"Take off my shoes," Tonya requested, "and place them on the rack over there. We really need to tidy this room up, and I do mean "We". It's my stuff so I will help you. That's how things will be - you won't have to do everything yourself. That can be tomorrow; we have plenty more to do tonight!"

Jason returned to kneel in front of her. "Ok, now you get to enjoy yourself," she laughed, "the next 20 minutes will be a time you will remember, probably forever."

He could sense the levity in her manner, and her smile was as bright and disarming as ever. "Now you get to undress me!"

Jason looked into her eyes. They blazed with happiness. "BUT, she said, it's not that easy!"

"Blindfold ON! Peek out and you will get a slap on the thigh again, but harder this time."

Jason's mind was doing somersaults. He would get Tonya naked, but, from what she said he would not be able to see? That was a torture indeed, but Jason was hopeful she would be fair on him, and was sure she intended them to be sexual partners as well as a couple, so he kept his own counsel and listened out for her instructions.

"I am going to stand, and you will reach up to my waist and pull down my leggings. They are quite thin and fairly tight, so make sure you don't drag my panties down at the same time. That will be next," she promised. Jason felt for where she had been and found her right knee. He moved carefully up her beautifully defined thighs until he thought he was close to where her pussy would be. He took his hands off her, and lifted them another foot or so hoping to find the waistband of the leggings. He was a little high, but soon found the band and moved his hands to the sides to pull them down.

"Ok, Jason," she said, "I am a girl, and a black girl at that. We have totally different body shapes around the hip and waist. You will need to reach around me and roll the back down a bit until you pass the widest part of my ass, then they will come down."

Jason reached around her, fumbling a bit without eyesight, but found her waistband and moved his hands so he was near the middle to roll them down. What he hadn't realised was that his arms were only just long enough to do the job properly, and his face bumped into her.

He felt the very warm cloth on his cheek, and detected a faint aroma. She laughed, and he realised he had his face in her crotch and was scenting her arousal. "Oh, sorry," he said. She laughed at him. He leant back, and reached round her fine ass again, getting the waistband properly this time and was able to pull the cloth down around her hips.

"Just chuck them to the left," she said as she stepped out of them. "You will need to stand up now."

Jason's heart was beating so hard he swore he could hear it, and wondered if Tonya could too. He knew what was coming next because she only wore her t-shirt now, along with anything underneath it, and her panties. "This might be tricky," she said helpfully, "I will help you to get started. Take my t-shirt off, I will put my arms up, but don't drag it through my hair. Get it over my face, then I will bend forward so you can lift it over my head without pulling my hair. That would be an automatic slap - Don't mess the hair! EVER! Remember that at all times!"

The pounding in Jason's brain was getting louder. Having discarded the t-shirt in the same direction as the leggings, he stood up straight again. "Have you ever taken a girls bra off; I mean whilst she was wearing it? Have you tried one of Carey's on to practice? She laughed. Jason hadn't, but he knew / hoped she was teasing him.

"Yes, I have, with the girl I nearly had sex with. She had a small, but tight bra, with 2 clasps, which I managed to get undone," He awaited Tonya's response.

"Ok, this bra has 4 clasps and a wide band. These girls would strain a 2 clasp bra! Go from the top and undo one at a time. Don't lean forward too much or you will end up in my cleavage again! Was that encourgement or discouragement, he pondered.

He found he could sense where she was - probably due to the smell of her perfume or maybe just her own natural body smell. He reached around her and found she still had her arms in the air to help him. He found the band, and traced along it to the clasps. He managed the top two easily, but the third one was a bit tighter. The last one proved to be very tight, but he finally managed to flick the hook out of the eye. He held the band and reached for the other part which now swung loose. Tonya brought her arms down and he managed to slide the bra off her arms.