If it weren’t for me taking in everything he had to give, sucking out the poison so to speak, he’d have done something terrible to some poor, confused girl a long time ago. Or worse, gone mad and shot himself… That’s why he needs me, and I love the fact that he needs me.
Jessica and I were seated on the locker room floor. She was in my arms – the curve of her spine resting lightly against my chest – tracing delicate circles around her hard, pink nipples like I’d taught her to.
She was so much like a flower – I know “flower = girl” such a cliché! But rightfully so. She was always so sweet and subdued; her body was thin and long with a sudden burst of wild, chestnut hair at the top that flowed outward like a beautiful silk waterfall and she used to shrink and wilt at the slightest touch. She was the epitome of cuteness! I loved her to bits. That’s why I had to show her all of this, myself, herself – her true self, Mr E, everything.
I sent two fingers between Jessica’s legs. She grew rigid but only for a moment. After I’d began working that spot, she soon became limp and let all her weight (what little there was) fall into me. Girls should always be like that, especially cute ones like Jessica.
As I worked her, I whispered “I have something special for you”. She wasn’t paying much attention, could probably barely hear me past her own plush moans and the loose wet sound that’d started filling the room.
I continued: “He’s just like you, all mine! but I’ll let you play with him, just for a little bit. He knows already, he knows he’s not allowed to touch any other girls; no one younger, no one older, only me… but, I’ve made an exception” I kissed her along the soft amber line of her neck “only for today, I’ll let him touch you… and his touch feels so good… but … but, don’t get too attached. Soon, I’ll teach you how to tame a man like Mr E for yourself but, just for right now, I’ll let him touch you. Does that sound nice?”
Jessica made no answer at first but I slipped my fingers into her crotch and began pushing them in and out, making my delicate flower splash all over the floor, before repeating the question.
This time, she mumbled in the affirmative. She was so cute right then that I let her enjoy herself on my fingers for a good while before pulling them out completely and standing her up.
“Wait there and close your eyes,” I said. She appeared a little distressed and blurting out, “Emily, did you say HE?” as though hearing my words only now. I repeated for her to close her eyes. She hesitated.
“Don’t worry Jess, I’ll make sure he treats you nice. Like I said…” I set my fingers to run softly around her lips “his touch feels so good” She smiled like a kitten before complying and closing her eyes.
It might not be considered smart practice to let one of your pets retain such wilfulness and, I do confess, Jess’s temperament and attitude, in part, remains only due to me having given up on taming her.
Mr E had been so easy in his own way – I’d gotten him early one spring when he was already at the end of the rope, just begging to belong to someone. Jessica was different, under everything – that slim frame, those large childish eyes, her quiet naivety – she was all fire and desire, like a geyser roaring beneath a pretty field of pink roses.