When I professed my feelings for Alicia, I was met with gaudy laughter. She was both shocked and amused by my feelings for her. I stood there, red faced, beyond humiliated as she tried ever so hard to compose herself, "you.... and me?" she said in between fits of laughter, "awww.... sweetie" she said whilst batting those eyes at me.
All too suddenly, I felt every little bit silly. This was the worst possible thing that could ever happen to me. After what felt like an eternity, she calmed down to the point where she could put together coherent sentences, "oh sweetie..." she began, whilst still maintaining that wide eyed condescending grin, "You and me? No. Just.... No" she added, before chuckling some more, "I mean, I really don't think of you as a man anyway.... You're more like a little sister" she said before erupting into laughter once more.
Since that day, nothing was ever the same.
I'd first met Alicia at university through a study group and was instantly smitten. She is a tall statuesque curvy bronze skinned goddess. Her body is sculpted to perfection, with daily routines of Pilates and weightlifting. I knew she was out of my league and of course, I saw the type of man who often hung off her shoulder. There seemed to be a revolving door of testosterone fuelled macho assholes. But no one that really stuck around. Although, it seemed to me like she was just having fun. In fact, that seemed to be her whole mantra. Live for now. Have as much fun as possible.
Through our study group, we became friends and soon we began spending more and more time together. I was obsessed with her and of course, when I came clean about how I truly felt about her, nothing would ever be the same again. She declared that 'her and I' would never be an item, but she enjoyed having me around and teasing me. I admitted, I liked it too. And thus, I became her lap dog. Running errands for her and occasionally helping her out with assignments.
But it was more than that. We were still friends. And we still hung out. However, she was the one who often made all of the decisions.
I remember one particular Saturday, she showed up at my apartment in her Corolla. She had just gone through a break up and wanted to blow off some steam, so naturally she wanted to spend the day with her best "girlfriend" as she called me.
The whole thing was emasculating, but it was a small price to pay in order to be near her. Our relationship very much became one sided and she would tease me constantly for even entertaining the idea that I was a 'man'. Foolishly, I always went along with it and it soon dawned on me: I was her servant, her slave.... And I liked it. I liked it and I wanted more, I'd even go out of my way to degrade myself for her, which seemed to amuse her, which made me want to take it even further.
And thus, I found myself shifting in the passenger seat uncomfortably in her Corolla, with no idea of what she had planned for the day. I glanced over at her as she clung the wheel, a bemused smirk plastered on her face. I knew then and there that she'd planned something particularly special. "So uhh," I began, "where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, we're just going to the beach," she declared with a smirk.
I inhaled sharply, knowing that it would be a particularly memorable day, "uhh... I don't have any swimming trunks" I said in almost a whimper.
She laughed again, "Oh honey.... Don't worry. You won't need them" she said before shooting me a look with the arch of an eyebrow. I shuddered and winced, suddenly afraid but wanting more than anything to please her. So I went along with it.
Forty minutes later, we parked by the beach and as she emerged from her car, she simply called out, "be a dear and carry everything down? Try to keep up" she said as she walked on without me.
Frantically, I grabbed everything out of the trunk: a beach towel, a fold out chair, an eski and a bag. Struggling to carry it all, I nervously followed her as she led me down a very narrow pathway, bushy shrubs on either side as we waddled down towards the main beach.
My eyes were transfixed on her ample rear, swaying back and forth. God that booty was incredible. She was dressed in a tight white Sunday dress, which was very short and left very little to the imagination. As I examined her bubble but, it occurred to me she was wearing her swimsuit underneath her dress. A bright pink itsy bitsy bikini. She looked over her shoulder and smirked at me as I picked up the pace, struggling to stay close.
The beach itself was beautiful. Sand so white that it almost hurt my eyes. The water was calm and crystal clear. Yes, it was an amazingly beautiful day and this was well and truly paradise.
Then I noticed a naked man emerging from the water.
My eyes widened in fear as I looked away, terrified. To my shock, I noticed another naked body and another and another.
The beach Alicia had brought me to was a clothing optional beach. I winced as she chuckled to herself, "hope you're not shy sweetie" she said.
"uhhh....nnno," I responded, trembling in fear.
She led me all the way across to the other side of the beach. Although it seemed like she was taking me on this unnecessary hike on purpose just to further fuck with me. Along the way, we passed a group of young women playing naked volleyball. It was hard not to stare. One of them actually scowled at me as I anxiously looked down at my feet.
Eventually, Alicia stopped, right in front of the water. With that, she pointed to the ground before her. I knew what she expected of me. She looked on with an impish grin as I proceeded to lay down the beach towel and set up the fold out chair. She was quick to remove her dress and take a seat as I erected the umbrella giving much needed shade. No, she would not be naked, but she was wearing the skimpiest little bikini I had ever seen in person.
She caught me looking and shot me a knowing grin.
Once I had set up, I realized that there was nowhere for me to sit. I'd be sitting on the sand, under the harsh sun. Before I could take a seat beside her, she ordered, "take off your clothes" I paused in shock, glancing over at her, "what?!" I winced, terrified.
"Get into the spirit of things" she responded, shooting me a look that sent a shiver down my spine, "I want to see if the rumors are true about you" she added with a grin.
"Rumors?" I asked, foolishly.
She chuckled some more before waving her pinky at me, "disrobe" she reaffirmed, "now!" she said more forcefully.
Reluctantly, I began to get undressed. I stared with my shirt, then my shorts. By the time I was down to my underpants, I realized she'd taken out her phone and was recording a video, "Really?" I asked, nervously.
"Go on!" she said with a wide eyed grin, her eyes glued to her phone, "all in the name of fun sweetie".
I let out a deep winded sigh and slowly lowered my underpants, exposing myself to her for the first time.
She slowly looked away from her phone, meeting my eyes. The whole time maintaining that bemused wide eyed grin with me. She flicked her top lip with her tongue, clearly amused by my anatomy. Not really needing to say much in that moment. I stood there, foolishly, awkwardly, not knowing how to compose myself.
Putting her phone away, she shook her head at me, still smirking, "cute" she said a loud.
Nervously, I turned away from her, cupping my crotch with both hands, suddenly embarrassed about the size of my anatomy. I knew I wasn't particularly well endowed. Now my dream girl was letting me know it. It amused her. And she had photographic evidence to share with everyone. It was so emasculating and I'd never ever felt so weak than I did in that particular moment. As I sat on the hot sand next to her, I peered down at my privates and in that angle, I realized that I looked sexless. My little peter retreated completely inside of me. It was mortifyingly embarrassing.
