Spreading My WingsChapter 3by Zoe
The last words that Andrew had said to me, about not looking at him or speaking to him the next day really had me perplexed, just what kind of game was this boy playing at anyway. I prepared for bed and lay there wondering what all this could mean, strangely titillated by a feeling that I may have met my match with this one. He had left me curious and eager to learn more of what he meant by all this, but I wasn't "allowed" to speak to him, hmmmm, I'd have to get around that somehow.
The next day was sunny and mild and bad girl that I was, I wore a very sexy teddy under my white blouse instead of the usual cotton bra, and no panties again, boy I was starting to get a rush from this feeling of fresh air touching my hairless pussy, kept me in a constant state of expectation, would anyone notice? How would they react?
Well he didn't want me talking to him, then maybe I'd just have to gently push him to the edge so that he wouldn't be too long in approaching me. I could hardly wait for him to come and sit near me and the only empty chair was one to the left of me a few seats ahead.
When he finally came in, that shy boy look back in place perfectly, he made for the empty seat, keeping his eyes lowered, he didn't even glance my way, I was pretending more interest than I felt in the teacher's greeting, all the while keeping him in view out of the corner of my eye. He sat down and started to do his work and never once turned around, when the bell rang, he was the first out of his chair and gone before I had gotten all my books gathered, strange I thought the way he was avoiding me.
It wasn't till last period that we were once again in home room and in similar seating arrangement as before, he dropped his pencil to the floor and glanced my way, I took the opportunity to separate my legs slowly and give him a view of what I had been hoping to show him all day, he noticed, and blushed, and I could see his jaw muscles working, he looked positively freaked, oh oh, I think the reaction achieved was not really what I'd had in mind, I had wanted him to be excited and maybe turned on enough for him to speak to me, not this look of controlled fury. Well tough noogies I thought to myself, if he doesn't like it he's not obliged to look and he's certainly in no position to do anything about it, so there.
Louise and I were walking home from school, talking about our favourite subject, boys, when I felt a hand in the small of my back, turning to look, I saw that it was Andrew and he was still sporting "the" look, Louise was quick to catch the electricity flowing between us, being the friend she is recognized that we needed to talk and so she excused herself and there we were, just me and "Angry Guy". He directed me to the park nearby, never saying a word, I kept my head down and didn't speak either after all "Permission" had not been granted. He took me to the bank by the lake and we sat down, this was getting to be a pain I was thinking, when he started to speak, very low, "You are never to go without underwear again, unless I tell you to, to which I laughed outright "Just who the hell do you think you are Andrew, to give me orders, I don't need this macho dude crap, not from you, not from anyone, I am me, and if you don't like what is there, then shove off". He turned and pushed me to my back lay on top of me, he held my two arms above my head, his weight made it impossible to move, his head came down and our lips met, I tried to turn my head away but he would have none of it, he kissed me long and hard and waited for me to stop fighting him before he turned the kiss into one of tenderness and sensuality.
I could feel my hips start to move, as if in invitation to the lovers dance, his head came up and he stared into my eyes, not saying a word, just hypnotizing me with his look, "I had wanted something special with you, what my parents have, their relationship and seeing their devotion and happiness with each other, I wanted to have the same, but I think I misjudged you, you aren't ready for that yet, you'll have to grow and mature and then maybe, we would stand a chance". Yeah, fat chance I thought, but didn't say it, there was no way in hell I would ever subjugate myself to any man. He then let the other bombshell drop, "My father has received a transfer notice, we will be leaving in a few weeks for Europe" Oh darn I thought, won't get a chance to turn the tables on him and make him my love slave.
I snuggled into him some more and ran my tongue down from his mouth to his chin where I licked and sucked at the cleft in his chin, "Well there's nothing stopping us from doing what we should have last night" I whispered in his ear, to which he shook his head no, "You may think you can control me, with your wicked little body and your wicked little thoughts, what I have to give you, you aren't nearly ready to receive, I wished I could have been here to train you but obviously that won't happen now, nevertheless, remember this, I will someday come back for you, and then you will be mine, the way I want you, and the way if you'll truthfully admit to yourself, you want to be for me". I laughed off his comments and told him in no uncertain terms, that he could think what he liked, he had totally misread me, I was not the submissive type of girl, no way, no how and that maybe it was good that he would be leaving, cause I didn't like his type or foolish fantasy anyway. He got up off me and helped me up, giving me his shy smile but not speaking any more, we started on our way back towards my house and when we got there I invited him in, he shook his head and said, "We might as well say goodbye now then, but you're wrong about me and you're wrong about yourself too." Yeah, whatever!
The rest of my high school days were passed in the usual fashion, half assed student during the week, serious party goer on the weekends, the serious business of learning at this time was not focused where it should have been, which meant that graduation day saw me not as a valedictorian but just getting by, just enough to graduate.
Took me that whole summer to realize I may have made a foolish mistake, Louise and most of our friends were headed off to university in the fall, and myself to community college to take a secretarial course because my marks were far to low to be accepted at any college.
To say that those two years learning how to be an office assistant were boring and tedious would be embellishing it, suffice it to say, I buckled down and learned a few things so that when I was ready to hit the job market, a job was easily found.
I worked in a law office for a few years and then in a bank, then for a pediatrician, but the noise level just about drove me crazy, I'd always liked kids, but realized quickly that a roomful of crying sick children was not the place for me. So I moved on to other jobs, and finally decided to change locals as well, after seeing a job posted in the paper for a new architectural firm opening in a city a few hundred miles away. I was the successful applicant as it turned out and with all my earthly possessions, headed away from home for the first time at the not so tender age of twenty eight.
The apartment I found was brand new, and a great location near the beach, would be easy to keep up with my regime of power walks first thing in the morning and last thing at night before turning in. My lifestyle had changed drastically from my madcap teen years, growing up had cost me dearly, friends like Louise had moved on with their lives, they were now I felt on another level than myself, being university graduates with careers instead of jobs. A rude awakening trust me.
The new job was exciting, I was given responsibilities I'd never assumed before, making decisions about the running of the office and two other secretaries, seems I was the senior girl, oh my gawd! But the money was better than any other job so far and the people I worked with were very pleasant and laid back, the work though meticulous and time consuming was very interesting, and for the first time in my life, there wasn't as sharp that sharp feeling of disappointment in myself and how my life had turned out so far, this was starting to look like finally I'd lucked into something good.
My head was bent to the task at hand one day, I hadn't heard the man approach my desk, and when I looked up and saw him standing there, I nearly jumped out of my skin, he smiled and said, "Imagine seeing you here", I must have looked confused, for he cocked his head and said, "Must not have made a lasting impression on you, I'm Andrew, remember me". You've heard the expression could've knocked me over with a feather, "Andrew, my goodness, how are you" I asked, he smiled and extended his hand, "Very well, and you my pet, how do you like working here" to which I answered that so far it was a very good job, I was most pleased to be working here. He smiled and at that moment one of the firms architects came up to him and whispered that the meeting was about to begin.
Andrew shrugged at me and smiled and said, "Hope to see you later, maybe we could grab a bite and catch up", and then he was off to the meeting. I sat back down and noticed that the two other girls were practically falling over themselves trying to find a way to ask me who the handsome man was, but I ignored them and sat down and tried to get my racing heart and thoughts back to normal.
Andrew had become a very handsome distinguished looking man, he carried himself with an innate self-assurance, my mind was in a whirl, thoughts of how things had been when we were young, how we had separated, his last words to me, I felt my nipples stiffen and my nether lips tingle and become wet.
I was excited and afraid to see him again, what if he wanted to make good that long ago promise, what if he wanted to continue where we'd left off. Had my thoughts on that subject changed as much as I had in those ten years? They must have, the thought of being submissive to Andrew did not instill scorn nor did it feel wrong, it felt exciting, my breathing quickened and I felt myself blush, dear God, he may have been right about me after all. I wanted him to make me his, and I felt I could accept this on his terms, but making it too easy for him would probably take some of the thrill of conquering out of it for him, think I'll play this one the way he expects me to, and in so doing he would be filling my yearnings, my fantasies...
To Chapter Four
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