Christy had the perfect boyfriend: he always did whatever she told him to. In the four years they'd been together, she'd trained him to behave precisely how she wanted. When Christy first met Steve, he was an awkward high school sophomore without any self-confidence, which made him the ideal candidate for Christy to turn into her pet project. She was definitely out of his league, and she always made sure he knew it. When they first started dating, she would "jokingly" tell him how lucky he was to be with her. She made him watch the tv shows she watched, listen to the music she listened to, and most importantly- talk only to the people she wanted him to talk to.
She was constantly checking his phone and going through his text messages. Christy was his first real girlfriend, and any time he would begin to complain about something, she would explain to him that this is what all couples did and he was stupid for not knowing that. When he would second-guess her, she would explode that if he really hated her so much, he was free to leave whenever he wanted, but if he really thought he would ever find someone as beautiful and smart as her- when he looked, spoke, and acted like that- he was delusional. Eventually he just stopped disagreeing with her altogether because he was tired of fighting.
With Christy being his first girlfriend, Steve showed a lot of interest in having sex with her. She did her best to use this to her advantage. She forbid him from having penetration sex with her, under the guise that she was "saving herself for marriage". If they did anything else, she would let him finger her, and then she would turn over and go to sleep. If she let him eat her out, he had to shave his face completely. Every so often, she would make a huge scene of how generous she was being and she would give him half a blowjob; she never finished him and she certainly never let him cum on or anywhere near her. If he wanted to finish after she was done, she made him leave the room and go to the bathroom. And if he ever complained or asked for more, she would call him a disgusting pig and ask him why the only thing he thought she was good for was sex. He should be grateful that she let him do as much as she did.
For Christy, things had been going great. That is, until Steve's second year of college. As a college freshman, Steve met this guy, Mike. And Mike was becoming a huge problem in Christy's world. He was slowly undoing all the work Christy had done training Steve. After meeting Mike, Steve started standing up for himself more in arguments, voicing his opinion more, telling her he didn't want to watch her shows. This year, Steve and Mike were roommates, which meant Christy's problem was only going to get worse. She had invested all this time grooming Steve and she sure as hell wasn't going to lose it all to Mike.
So she made a plan. She was going to drive the two hours between her college and Steve's, and she would surprise him. More importantly, she would surprise Mike. She would come straight into their apartment, and she would get Mike alone, and she would give him what for. She would tell him to back off, to quit screwing with her relationship, and to stay away from Steve. She would tell him to stop filling Steve's head with his lies. With her plan all set in mind, she got in her car and started driving. Two hours is a long time to drive when you're mad and your head is filled with all the smart zingers you're going to say.
She pulled into Steve's parking lot, and climbed out of her car. She came dressed ready to destroy- a light teal shirt with a deep v, complimented by her best push-up bra and a skirt that barely covered her ass. Not that there was much to cover when she was wearing a thong. Her heels clacking against the pavement as she made her way towards the lobby of the apartment building gave her the sense of the power and courage that she needed. She could crush Steve in her sleep, but Mike was an unknown. Despite all the intense thoughts she'd worked up, actually being here was starting to make her nervous. But she knew as soon as she saw Mike's stupid, smug face her courage would come back.
The elevator ride up to Steve's floor was painfully long. Who makes elevators take this long? Finally she came out onto his floor and knocked on his door. "Christy! I didn't know you were coming! I'm so happy to see you. Come in, come in." Luckily, Steve was the one who opened the door.
"Well, I'm a free person and I can go wherever I want to, Steve." The apartment was relatively quiet when she entered and there was no one in the living room.
"Wow, I am really glad you're here. So why did you come? What d'you wanna do this weekend? We can go wherever you want," he smiled his pitiful puppy dog smile at her.
"You don't have to be so desperate; it's disgusting. Let's just watch tv for now until I decide I want to do something else." She guided him over to the couch and they sat down and turned on the tv. "So who else is here? Tom, or Mike maybe?"
"Mike said he would be home in about 20 minutes, but we are completely alone until then." Steve cuddled up next to her, and she pushed him off.
"Ugh, you are so heavy. Have you ever thought of working out? Jesus." He moved away, trying to sit next to her without leaning on her. The next 20 minutes passed in uncomfortable silence. Christy jumped every time she heard someone coming down the hallway. Get a grip, she thought to herself. You're the one in the right, here. You came here to tell him off. You have nothing to be afraid of. He needs to stay out of your relationship. Finally, the sound of keys rattling in the lock filled the apartment. Mike waltzed in, throwing his bag down in the corner.
"Hey Steve! Oh, shit. Hey Christy. What are you doing here?"
"Well I just came to visit my boyfriend. That's okay with you, isn't it, Mike?" she sneered.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. So I guess we're not going out to play cards, Steve?" he asked.
"Uhhh, oh yeah, uh, cards. Um, Christy, I had plans with Mike to go play cards tonight, is it okay if I go?"
"Oh my god, Steve, are you kidding me? You hardly ever see me and you want to waste the time I'm here blowing me off and playing cards with Mike? I can't believe you, you're so selfish. No you cannot go." Christy glared at Mike, sizing up her opponent. He was tall- like 6'3, but skinny. Didn't look like he had a lot of muscle. Nothing dangerous.
"I'm sorry, you're right. That was really rude of me to ask. I should've thought before I asked, I promise I'll make it up to you. Uh, um, sorry Mike, I guess I can't go tonight. Sorry." Steve stumbled.
"Man, it wasn't rude of you to ask if you could follow through on plans you had already committed to. Maybe Christy is the one being rude for showing up here unannounced and expecting you to drop all your plans." Mike matched Christy's glare, watching the two of them on the couch.
"Excuse me? How dare you. Just because Steve doesn't want to go to your stupid game, doesn't mean you can come in here and talk to me like that." Christy stood up off the couch, leaving Steve sitting between them.
"Well that's the funny thing, isn't it, Christy? Steve did want to go to my 'stupid game' before you showed up and told him he couldn't. He was really excited about it, actually. And you would know that, if you actually cared about him as a person instead of as your plaything!"
