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The Favor
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The Favor
David nervously banged on the door of his aparment 235, the
dwelling of his neighbor and casual friend, Anita Dobbson. Every
few seconds, he glanced at his watch, drumming his fingers on the
doorframe and feeling generally antsy.
"David," came the warm, puzzled response as Anita opened the
door. She was curious not only as to his nervous manner, but also
regarding the fact that it was after eight in the evening, and he
was wearing a 3-piece business suit. "What can I do for you?"
"Anita, you're going to think I'm a bastard, and I am prone
to agree, but I need a favor from you, and it's like life and
death."
"What's wrong?" she asked, brushing her medium-length brown
hair away from her pretty, petite face.
"It's like this. There's this big, big project that's been
going on at work, and the first big part of it absolutely do-or-
die has to be ready first thing in the morning. A buddy of mine
at work has been doing most of the work on it, and he was going to
bring some disks by my place later tonight, so I can put in the
mods that I need to put in.
"Of course, that sounds too easy. I just got a phone call
from my boss, and she's having dinner with the clients, and I have
to be there as her toady, so I can answer technical questions for
the people. Of course, this means I can't be around to get the
disks I need from Kevin, so I sort of told Kevin that he could
leave them with you."
"Damn it, David," Anita sighed, sounding more annoyed than
actually angry. "I was going out tonigh to see a band I really
like. I understand it's an important thing for you, and I don't
mind missing the show to help a friend, but it's really damned
rude for you to do this sort of thing without asking me about it
first."
"Oh God, Anita, thank you so much. I know I'm being awful
about this, but I'm running around like a chicken with its head
cut off trying to get ready for dinner, and I'm just trying to get
all of this taken care of. I am so indebte to you that it's not
even funny."
"I certainly hope so," Anita joked. "I have just the thing
in mind, too. I won't hold you up right now, since you're
obviously in a hurry, but could you stop by my apartment tomorrow
morning before work?"
"Certainly. Thank you so much, and I have to run, and you
are such a wonderful person." As David hustled down the hall to
meet his dinner engagement, Anita nodded her head and let out an
exasperted sigh.
----
The next morning, Anita opened the door to greet a neatly
groomed, albeit bleary-eyed, David. It was obvious he had had a
long night finishing his project, but his eyes still seemed to
light up, almost imperceptibly, when they gazed upon Anita in her
short yellow silk kimono, which covered only about a third of her
thighs. As she raised a coffee cup to her lips (upon which was
emblazoned "My sister went to the gift shop and all I got was this
crummy mug"), David politely tried to ignore the matching yellow
lace bra which was visible through the loosely tied Kimono.
"Please, come in," she invited. "Would you like some
coffee?"
"No thanks," he answered politely. "I'm quite partial to
Mountain Dew in the morning, and I've got one in my briefcase for
the drive to work."
"Okay," she answered, with an expectant half-smile, as if
waiting for him to say something.
"And, uh, I don't mean to be rude, but I can only stay for a
few minutes. I've got to get to work."
"That's fine. I just need to show you something. Come on."
She turned her back and lead David to her bedroom at the far end
of the apartment, wordlessly opening the top drawer of her wide
oak dresser and inviting David to inspect the contents. He was
unsure to react when he peered into the drawer, only to discover
it was filled with all manner of lingerie.
"Pick a pair you like," she invited calmly, running her
fingers across a stack of silk panties. Nervously, David
inspected the various items in the drawer, trying to refrain from
looking either nervous or aroused. Anita managed a perfectly calm
air, peering over David's shoulder, carressing his shoulders and
back lightly with one hand.
David was positively speechless! Anita was supposed to be
_mad_ at him! He paused for a moment over a pair of black, lace
see-through panties with a thong back, but then continued his
inspection. There was no question that he was interested in the
task put before him, but he wanted to refrain from seeming too
overbearing or zealous. He finally settled on a pair of bikini-
cut pink satin panties with slight ornamental ruffles, and a heart
pattern tastefully embroidered upon the front. He wordlessly
presented them for Anita's inspection.
"Not a bad choice," she remarked, taking the garment from
David and carressing her cheek with it. "And do you know what
we're going to do with these?", she asked slowly and seductively,
using her free hand to reach behind David and touch his inner
thigh.
"I have some ideas, but you've been supremely successful thus
far in surprising me, so I won't try to second-guess you."
"Okay," she instructed, tracing her long-fingered hands
across David's face, "now this is very simple on your part. Just
close your eyes, and you'll have a nice little surrise." She
narrowed her own long-lashed eyes to a sexy slit as she spoke,
tantalizingly ennunciating each syllable.
Eagerly, David followed Anita's instructions, and immediately
she began removing his suit jacket, followed by his tie. As his
shirt buttons were slowly undone, Anita's bare leg lightly brushed
against his calf, sending a warm electric tingle all through his
body.
When his shirt was removed, and after Anita had paused a
moment to run her fingers across the moderate amounts of hair on
David's chest, she began to unbuckle her neighbor's belt and undo
his zipper. His nervousness and surprise had kept David from
developing an erection previous to this, but the moment Anita's
long-nailed fingers began lightly massaging his crotch, the well
of blood caused an enormous protrusion to develop in seconds.
"I take it you like the surprise thus far," Anita commented
rhetorically. David responded with naught but a barely audible
moan and an enthusiastic nod. "Don't worry, it gets better."
Anita pulled down David's slacks and jockey shorts with one smooth
motion, allowing his now rock-hard member to spring free into the
air. Oh hell, David thought, I'm going to be late for work, and
the boss is going to chew me out until my head spins, and I don't
even care.
Anita fell to her knees and undid David's shoes and socks
before removing his pants, accompanying this action with a sensual
tickle to the sole of each foot. When she had him standing
completely naked, she spent a few seconds casually carressing his
bare flesh, walking about him to study all angles.
"Now," she instructed, cradling her chin in one hand, as if
deep in thought, "please raise one of your feet a few inches off
the ground." David's eyes were still closed, but he
unhesitatingly complied, anxious to find out what was to come
next. He felt his ankle loosely wrapped with a cool, soft fabric.
"And now the other leg," Anita instructed. He soon felt a similar
sensation about his other leg. Much to disdain, David realized
what was going on, but decided to play along and keep his eyes
closed as Anita pulled this mysterious fabric up around her
friend's waist.
"You can open your eyes now," Anita announced, after some
fifteen seconds of nervous silence. David looked down, and with
embarrasement, realized he had been dressed in his neighbor's
frilly pink panties. Even worse, he realized that she held in her
hands a small instamatic camera, and wore the smuggest grin on her
face that David had ever seen in his life.
***
"Now it's not what you think," Anita announced, raising a
finger to interrupt David's impending outburst. "I'm not going to
risk being brought up on blackmail charges. You're my friend, and
what I have in mind is a lot more fun." Somehow, this worried
David even more.
"Now you're going to get dressed and go off to work like a
good boy," she xplained more warmly, pressing her petite body
against David's torso, playing with his hair as she spoke, "and
you'll have allllll day to think about how it feels to be wearing
such a lovely, feminine pair of lacy, ruffled panties." The soft,
syrupy voice which described these things made David's predicament
sound almost desirable; this was unquestionably a different Anita
then the one David knew from bumping into in the halls, and
swapping joes with at the cocktail parties and barbeques he
occassionally hosted.
"And if you'd like", Anita commented, "you can brag to all of
your friends that you're wearing sexier panties than _any_ of
them, and you can even show them off. But don't you _dare_ tell
them where you got them," she chided, with a playful swat to
David's bottom, "or they'll all come banging on my door."
Although David felt foolish and humiliated, he couldn't help but
admit there _was_ an element of excitement present, and the
panties looked odd indeed with the raging bulge of his erection.
"Now," Anita continued, absentmindedly stroking his member
through the soft satin, "we have a couple of other points to get
settled, and then I'll send you on your way. Question: you
mentioned last night that your boss is female. How do you usually
address her?"
"Depending on her mood, 'Mrs. Compton', or simply 'Lynn'."
David was puzzled by his friend's question.
"No, far too informal." After another quick swat to David's
behind, Anita stood before him, carressing herself lightly,
bending one leg and bringing the pointed toe to rest seductively
to rest upon her other bare knee. "When you look at me, what do
you see?" She used her best femme-fatale voice, lightly cupping
her small, firm breasts. "'Master', or 'Mistress'?"
David jumped in surprise at the question. "Um, you look
every inch the'Mistress' to me!"
"Right answer, but it's Master from now on! Is that
understood?" Her firm voice fought off a smirk, and David
complied as he accepted the hand which Anita stretched out for him
to kiss. "And if I'm 'Master', then you are?" Anita was having
so much fun that it was next to impossible to suppress her giggles
and stay in character.
"Uh, 'slave'?"
"Very good, SLAVE", she barked, feeling a particularly
thrilling tingle in her crotch, which David secretly shared. He
had always been intrigued by this sort of scenario, but had had no
previous experience outside of cliche handcuffed-to-the-bed games.
Anita, although having been involved in such play on one
occassion, was all the same a relative novice, although one who
was adapting to her role with natural ease.
"Now, slave, you need to be given your instructions. After
work this evening, you will return directly to this apartment.
You will not enter your own for any reason. You get home about an
hour before me, and in that time, you will do the following: you
will strip down to your panties, first of all. Hang up your
clothes in my closet if you don't want them wrinkled. Then, you
will start dinner." As David began to speak, he was interrupted
by Anita's next sentence.
"And don't speak without permission! As for dinner, I will
leave it up to you to decide what to cook, but it had _better_
please your Master" This was accompanied with a stern gaze and
wagging finger. "In the kitchen cabinet, you will find a silver
tray. While dinner is cooking, you will retrieve this tray, and
place upon it a bottle of skin lotion, the hairbrush which is on
my bathroom sink, and a chilled crystal glass of white wine. You
will find the wine in the refrigerator. The porcelain bowl under
the bathroom sink will be filled with warm water and placed at the
foot of my lounge chair. When I return home at 6:30, you will
greet me at the door on bended knees. The wine had better be
chilled, and the water warm. Anything else is unacceptable. Is
that all understood?"
"Yes, Master," David replied with a nod of his head, as
turned on as Anita by playing in character. His mind was so
overwhelmed by his current situation that he wasn't certain if he
had remembered everything perfectly, but he would certainly do his
best to please his Master.
"Very good, slave." Anita dragged out this word as a most
tantalizing punctuation, deliciously enunciating each letter.
"Now, before you may dress, you must get down on your knees and
bow gratefully to your Master." Without hestitation, David
dropped to a kneeling position and prostrated himself before
Anita. The movement caused his unique undergarment to twist and
carress him in a manner which took him a hair's breath away from
orgasm then and there. When he arose from his dee, subservient
bow, Anita grabbed him lightly by his hair, pulled him to his
feet, and kissed him deeply and hungrily on the lips, thrusting
her sweet tongue into his mouth.
"Now," she instructed, sounded most flustered after breaking
a minute-long kiss, "my slave must dress himself and get off to
work." Anita had to get ready herself, and knew that if things
between them continued for a moment more, work simply would not
happen for either of them. Three minutes later, David hurried out
the door, giving his friend a quick kiss goodbye, still utterly
disbelieving the situation he had fallen into.
At quarter after six that night, David was hurriedly running
around his neighbor's kitchen, putting the finishing touches on
the spaghetti he was preparing. He had spent all morning worrying
about what to cook for Anita, genuinely wanting to impress her,
until he had remembered how much she raved about the spaghetti he
concocted at his last dinner party. Of course, he had to cut some
corners on the sauce in order to have the package ready to present
by the time Anita arrived home, but he was making an effort to do
his absolute best; he had been able to slip out of work half an
hour early, and used the time to stop by the grocery, arming
himself with fresh garlic, onions, and sausage for the sauce. His
embarrasement over his apparel had faded, although he allowed
himself a good chuckle every time he walked past a mirror, and
felt positively absurd trying to toss a salad while clad in pink
women's undergarments. At least, David thought, she spared me the
bra.
David noticed it was almost half past the hour, and made a
detour to pour his Master's wine and fill the porcelain bowl with
hot water. She had made an explicit note as to the temperature of
these items, and David didn't intend to disappoint.
As soon as he had finished with the latter item, his pulse
quicked as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door.
Making a final survey to be certain everything was in order, he
rushed to the entrance of the apartment and fell to his knees in
anticipation.
"Welcome home, Master," he offered with a servile bow of his
head, as Anita entered the door.
"Thank you, slave. Light some candles and turn off the main
light." Anita ran her fingers absentmindendly through David's
hair as she passed him, placed her purse on the floor, and sat
in the large chair on the far side of the rom.
"Now, come hither!" she joked after he had adjusted the
lighting to her satisfaction, clapping her hands and summoning
David to her side. He crawled across the room, taking his place
at her knee.
"My feet are tired, slave, and after I soak them, they are to
be massaged to my satisfaction."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Now. Remove my shoes and stockings so it may be done."
David undid his Master's sling-backed shoes, and kissed each
stockinge foot as he removed them; the way her toes curled in
response told him that he was not being unduly forward in such a
gesture.
Looking up a couple of feet, David saw Anita pulling up her
skirt to almost her waist, giving access to the garters at the top
of her stockings. He noticed quite clearly that she was wearing
the ultra-revealing black thong panties which he had lingered over
that morning. What he had not seen that morning was the sizeable
quanity of pubic hair visible around the edges of the garment.
"I saw you drooling over them," she commented, almost as if
reading his mind, "and I have to say I'm just a little bit
disappointed you didn't go ahead and pick them. But," she
commented casually, "there's always next time." He supressed both
a grin and a shudder at the thought.
Reaching up to unhook the stockings, he slowly rolled them
off her legs, caressing every inch of her supple limb in the
process. When they were completely off, he slid the large bowl of
in front of Anita's chair and presented her feet to the warm
water.
"Ah, that's wonderful," she cooed, closing her eyes. "Now,
slave, you may brush my hair while I relax." David wordlessly
rose to his feet, took the hairbrush from the nearby silver tray,
and began stroking Anita's soft hair with it. Her hair may have
not been long enough for maximum sensaion, but it felt wonderful
to run his fingers through, and the scent of shampoo from the
morning still barely lingered. For a full ten minutes, David
warmly brushed every inch of hair on his Master's head,
occassionally pausing to kiss a fold of it, or run it softly
against his cheek.
"So, slave," Anita at last interrupted. "With what food have
you decided to pay me tribute?"
"Spaghetti, oh Master."
"Very good, slave. Anything else?" Anita took a sip of her
wine as she awaited a reply.
"There is a salad in the refrigerator, Master, if it would
please you."
"Very good. Fetch it, and you may give me foot massage while
I eat." Her slave quickly obeyed. On the one hand, David was
being driven mad in that he had not gotten the slightest relief of
his tensions since Anita had arrived home. On the other hand, the
slow, gradual progression was utterly exhillerating. Returning
from the kitchen with a wooden bowl, he fell to his knees again
and offered it to Anita.
"It is wonderful to have a slave who can cook, as well as
performing other duties," she joked, tasting a bite of the tossed
salad. "Those who have claimed a woman's role is in the kitchen,
barefoot and pregnant, are quite backwards indeed. Does my slave
agree?"
"He is dutifully barefoot," David joked. Reminded by the
reference, Anita removed her toes from their soak and presented
them to her slave.
"You may rub my feet with lotion, slave, and if I am pleased,
you will be permitted to massage my legs." After drying Anita's
feet, David apprehended the bottle of skin lotion from his side,
poured some of the cream onto his hand, and rubbed a generous
amount into each foot, slathering it firmly into each sole and
heel, and gently stroking and pulling upon each long, lubricated
toe. Anita's contented dining was interrupted only by occassional
soft, spontaneous moans, particularly when David applied a firm
squeeze to either instep.
"You have proven yourself most able to serve your Master's
feet," Anita announced after perhaps fifteen minutes, "and you now
are to offer your talents to my legs, after you bring me a plate
of spaghetti." David hurriedly carried Anita's empty salad bowl
to the kitchen, replacing it with a dish of hot pasta. Garnishing
it with a dash of salt and parmesan, he presented it to her with a
humble bow, and resumed his place beneath her.
"Very good, slave!" she announced, sounding genuinely pleased
as she sampled a bite. "And now, my legs await!" She placed one
limb upon David's bare shoulder, accompanied by a long, agonizing
brush of her ankle against his face. "For now though," she
instructed, "you are not to touch me above the knee. Is that
understood?"
"I obey, Master." David found he was not disheartened in the
least by the limitation, particularly since it came along with the
clause "for now." He rubbed another generous handful of lotion
between his palms, and set to work rubbing it into her smooth,
sexy legs, in long, slow strokes. For many minutes he labored
thusly, stroking each inch of flesh many, many times, and covering
each bit of territory from knee to toe with multitudinous kisses
and licks.
"That is enough, slave," Anita instucted, some time
after she had finished her dinner. "Your next command is to put
my plate in the dishwasher, and fetch me another glass of wine in
the process. You will then go in my bedroom and bring me the
beige plastic case from atop my vanity.
"I hear and obey, Master," David replied dramatically,
following Anita's instructions. When he had returned, carrying a
mysterious plastic box some 8" on a side, he was most surprised;
Anita had slipped out of her outfit so that she wore only the
delicious black panties David had gazen upon before; her gorgeous
breasts were bared, smallish but aestheticly perfect, and the
tantalizing thong lingerie added a spice to Anita's appearance
which would not have been possible with had she been "merely"
naked. She leaned against the arm of the stuffed chair, running
her hands lightly across her thighs, and as David approached, she
resumed her seat.
"Give me the box and kneel between my legs." Anita's
commands were less relaxed than before, and her more excited tone
brought a surging rush to David's body; where he had relaxed into
a warm, comfortable sea of bliss over the past hour or so, he now
found himself pumping with adreneline, feeling every bit as
aroused as he had that morning. Without hesitation, he obeyed
Anita's orders.
"Now, slave," she explained carefully, using one hand to
tenderly carress his cheek, "I have already expressed my pleasure
with the way your firm body is complemented by a dainty, womanly
panty. Your physique adds something to the garment that my body
never could." Both of them suppressed a giggle. "However, you
really can't be a proper slave so long as there remains even a
single drop of silly macho-grunting blood pulsing through your
veins." David enjoyed Anita's playful admonishing, although he
regarded the direction things were moving in with a combination of
excitement and dread.
"Now sit perfectly still, and Master will give her slave an
extra special treat." David knew he was in trouble when his
friend opened the hinge of the box in her lap and withdrew a small
pallette of eyeshadow.
Some time later, David should have felt utterly humiliated;
he had been given a very thorough make-up job, from eyeliner to
lipstick. However, it felt wonderful having his face cradled in
Anita's lap, and all things considered, it wasn't markedly worse
than anything else he had been through in the course of their
little adventure.
Anita had barely put the finishing touches on David's
eyeshadow when a knock came at the door. David, in his current
appearance, fought off a panic, but Anita remained calm.
"Answer the door, slave. That will be my guest." David
tried to fight off an outburst, but when he looked into Anita's
eyes and smug smile, he thought twice. After all, though she
_had_ put him through an interesting experience, it had been
rather enjoyable and unique, all things considered. He decided to
retain his trust in Anita. Aware of his blushing, he moped across
the room and prepared to open the door.
"On your knees, slave." With a sigh, David resigned defeat,
knelt, and opened the door. Standing in the hallway was a lovely
woman with oriental features, dressed in a light blouse and a
moderately tight skirt which came an inch above the knee. Her
legs were otherwise bare, and were punctuated with high-heeled
strapless sandals through which were visible her coral pink
toenails; her ringed fingers bore identical polish. She had hair
a shade or two darker than Anita's, styled into shoulder length
"swoop", with one eye covered by a fold of hair.
"You must be Anita's slave. She has told me so much about
you." The woman's words sounded a bit staged, but her voice was
friendly and good natured, and David relaxed the slightest bit; he
was still terribly humiliated, but a tiny bit relieved that this
lovely woman was in on the game.
"Slave," Anita announced, "this is my friend Joan. You are
to address her as Miss Hill, and obey her as youobey me. Is that
understood?"
"Yes, Master," David confirmed after a moment's hesitation.
Anita was remarkably talented at throwing in a random element
whenever he began to feel comfortable with his environment.
"Joan, do you mind being addressed as 'Miss Hill'?"
"Not at all."
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Joan indicated a slight desire
for something to eat.
Anita was ready to send David off to get her friend
a plate of food, when she had another idea.
"Slave! You will bring me the large blanket on the bottom
shelf of the hall closet. Then fill a dish with spaghetti sauce
and bring it to me.
David's first reaction upon returning with the first item was
that he should be sent on errands down the hall more frequently.
Anita had removed her panties, and her friend was just removing
her blouse and bra, revealing a pair of breasts significantly
larger than Anita's, and with their own unique beauty; they were
crowned with a pair of pinkish-brown nipples and huge areolae.
David depositied the blanket at his Master's feet and quickly
returned with the other requested item.
By this time, Anita had unfolded the blanket to cover a
significant portion of the living room floor, and lay sprawled out
upon it in all of her grandeur. Joan knelt behind her head,
lightly kneading her shoulders.
"Now," Anita announced to David, "my friend here needs
something to satiate her hunger. And you, slave, have served me
dinner humbly and properly, requesting nothing for yourself, and
you deserve a reward." Anita seized the bowl of sauce from David
and poured several ounces of the warm substance onto her bare
stomach.
"Now get to work, both of you. And slave! I warn you most
direly to strip full naked before you take a single lick. You do
not want to incur my wrath if anything gets on thoe panties."
The two of them shared a smile, and David, with great relief, shed
the undergarments he had dutifully worn all day.
He and Joan both set to work sensuously lapping at the warm
sauce which quickly spread all the way from Anita's breasts to her
mons venus; the delicious substance tended to migrate of its own
free will, and Joan occassionally poured a quanity of the stuff
onto Anita's body. Within moments, all three were a gooey mess
from head to toe, but this only seemed to make things more
intense; with such formalities as tidiness out of the way, David
and Joan were free to indulge in a chaotic tomato-sauce orgy, all
upon the battlefield of blissfully writhing Anita, who added to
the entropy by periodically grabbing one of those attending to her
by the hair and gently grinding her body into their eager faces.
As Joan delivered a long, sloppy french kiss to Anita's
navel, David moved upwards and plunged into a deep mouth-to-mouth
kiss, using one hand to caress Anita's belly, and firmly playing
with her stiff nipple with the other. Joan's belly-kissing
continued in earnest as she manuevered her hands between Anita's
legs, simultaneously massaging her wet, throbbing clitoris and
pumping in and out of her vulva furiously with two fingers of the
other hand.
In a manner of seconds, Anita was moaning animalistically,
and instinctively pushed David away so as to release a shrill
gasping sigh of ecstacy.
"I want you in my mouth!" Anita demanded of David, seconds
later, once she had caught her breath. He positioned himself so
as to straddle her head, and eagerly lowered his stiff cock
between her lips. Her sucking motions were eratic, but that was
to be expected, Joan continued her adept fingering, and had moved
her mouth upwards to suck and nibble upon Anita's pert, beautiful
bosom.
David, likewise, was in no place to require excessive
stimulation; within a matter of seconds he released himself
violently in Anita's mouth, producing a deafening roar of chaotic
ecstacy which lasted nearly half a minute. Anita exploded at the
exact same moment, set off by the thrilling sensation of David's
hot orgasm shooting into her.
By the time the two of them had come back to earth, they were
aware of Joan's passioned moaning; one of her hands had abandoned
its skillful treatment of Anita's labia and was not hard at work
servicing Joan's own womanhood. Anita scooted hersel to the
other end of the blanket, manuvered herself behind Joan, and
reached around to play with her friend's breasts. David,
meanwhile, positioned himself between Joan's legs, assisting in
the manual stimulation of her vaginal lips, accompanied by
frenzied kissing and licking of her clitoris. It was not long
until Joan experienced a thunderous orgasm equal in magnitude to
those her two partners had undewent. Her head thrashed wildly
about, her legs clamply tightly as a vice around David's head as
she thrust her pelvis into him madly. All three were of the
conviction that this torrent would never end; Anita began to kiss
and bite at the back of Joan's neck, and this drove her into
wilder ecstacy, as did the firm pinches that David delivered to
Joan's upper inner thigh. When he thought to slip a finger into
her anus to stimulate her prostrate, it brought about even more
frightening undulations.
In fact, while Joan certainly was the center of this orgasmic
fit, it seemed to extend outward to both David and Anita, both
felt it as surely as they felt their own orgasms, and they were as
quick to collapse into an exhausted heap afterwards.
"Stars and garters!" Joan exclaimed with a silly giggle,
after a period of utter silence lasting several minutes.
"Anita," David asked in a dreamy, childlike voice, after
another lengthy silence, "can I ask you a question? What gave you
the idea for this whole business?"
"Joan here is to blame," she answered tersely. Realizing
that was not a suitable answer, she continued. "Do you remember
that last night I told you to come over this morning to do me a
favor?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Do you know what that favor was?"
"I have a pretty good idea, and can't think of any favor I've
had such a wonderful time repaying."
"You don't know what that favor was. It was to fix the hard
drive on my 386."
"What?" David rose up onto one elbow, and aside from his
laughter, was speechless.
"David, dear, I've been wanting to share myself with you for
at least a couple of years. I'm just rotten at asking. When you
imposed on me last night, my only thought was to impose on you
right back, and since you work with computers for a living, I
thought I had the perfect means to avoid taking my malfunctioning
PC into the shop.
"When you were off doing you big business dinner, I invited
Joan over for drinks, to keep me company, while I was waiting for
your package. Last winter, I helped dear Joan here deliver a
birthday present to her boyfriend, which was thematically similar
to what I put _you_ through. The details were different, of
course, but she thought he would really get into the idea of being
completely under her control, and she invited me to help."
"So last night," Joan interrupted, continuing the story,
"your friend here is sighing and complaining about how much she
wants to get to know you, and I give her a kick in the butt and
tell her to do something about it. What could be a more perfect
oppurtunity?"
"And so you were thus swayed to request of me a favor of a
more interesting sort." David laughed again as he reached over
and mussed Anita's hair.
"I was as nervous as you were, dear," she explained. "I was
convinced I wasn't going to be able to go through with it, but
once we had reached panty territory, I knew there was no turning
back, and went with it. Until then, you don't know how
precariously close you were to spening the evening slaving over my
386."
"I think you made the right choice," David assured,
stretching to kiss her on the lips, and then lying back down, with
Joan warmly snuggled between he and Anita.
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