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[Just a reminder that all in this story are 18+. Thanks to everyone who commented on the first part--and encouraged me to continue this story. Hope you like part 2!]
So it went on like that for days. Ignored by Jaime, flipped off when I gave her my lunch money, watching her wishlist for new things added and trying my best to keep up with the shoes, outfits and other things she would place on there. I did it because...well, it helped me feel connected with her in some small way. Even though we were no longer communicating the way we used to, it felt like I was still a part of her life. I got an immense thrill from watching her wearing something that I purchased for her, and in my own inner mind, I felt that she was thankful and was thinking of me whenever something arrived for her from the wishlist that I had purchased. I felt close to her in a way I hadn't before, and it felt nice.
I masturbated to those thoughts, and wondered if this wasn't a substitute, or alternative, way to enjoy some kind of sexual contact with her, even if it wasn't the way I had imagined it all those times when we were together in a different way, and I thought of her sexually, and had even dared to ask her out. I would actually fantasize about her even more than before, as I watched her beautiful hair, her lovely smile (though not directed towards me any longer), her curvy and yet perfect figure in whatever outfit she happened to be wearing, the sway of her sweet hips, the way her feet looked in whatever shoes she was wearing, the way her toenail polish looked on those toes when she'd wear the open toed shoes that I bought for her, the way her voice made me quiver when she answered a question in class, or I overheard her with her friends in the hallways--I would fantasize differently than before, more about me serving her in some way than us being sexual on some even level. I would always be jacking off to her, while she was aloof. So...yes, I had to admit that her ignoring me did in fact totally turn me on.
There was something different about it now though. I placed her on a pedestal before, I adored her, but in a way that is different from the way I felt about her now. Now...I simply worshiped her, realized she was light years out of my league, but grateful for the crumbs I was permitted, the way I could try to make her happy by purchasing things for her, by surrendering my lunch money and going without lunches. I was slowly becoming addicted to the notion--and reality--of making sacrifices for her. The only problem was I couldn't talk with anyone about it. She wouldn't give me the time of day, and there was really no one else I could talk to. The loneliness of my situation is what I hated, initially, about my family uprooting me from my friends and acquaintances in the middle of my senior year. And when Jaime took to me, I wasn't alone for a while, but not...I felt very alone, and I would often cry myself to sleep at night, feeling so alone, no one to talk with.
Until...one day, in the last class of the day, I noticed I had a text. And OMG, it was from Jaime! All it said was "Time out. Let's Talk. Meet at the usual place". My heart nearly leaped from my chest, I nearly fell out of my chair, literally causing some twitters and giggles all around. When I got to our hangout, I saw her sitting at a booth with one of the jocks from school. I wasn't sure if I should approach, so I sat in a booth nearby, watching...they were talking, and then touching hands, and finally I saw Jaime kiss him. I was terribly jealous, even though I realized I had little reason to be. I was just so confused, so many hormones raging and not sure what to do about them. Finally, the jock left, and Jaime, who must have seen me come in earlier, waved me over, a huge smile on her face. That smile, the one she flashed me when we first met those several weeks ago. That smile, the one that melted my heart, the one I could never resist.
She was so comforting, she asked me to sit down, as I was standing, not sure what to do. She noticed how nervous I was and told me to relax, to calm down. She took my hands in hers, and that just made me even more nervous, even though it felt reassuring as well.
Jaime broke the somewhat awkward silence. "Well, tell me, how have you enjoyed what we've been doing"?
I poured my heart out to her. I told her the good, the bad, the ugly. She responded by sharing with me that she enjoyed it, but also that it was a bit hard on her, because she really, genuinely, liked me and wanted me to be happy and feel loved. She said it was really hard to ignore me, and she assured me that she appreciated all of the sacrifices she had made. She was happy to hear that I enjoyed doing things for her, and making sacrifices for her. She wondered how far I would be willing to take that. I responded as far as you would like to. She arched an eyebrow at that, and as we talked, and held hands across the table, she asked me to consider that carefully. It might be a bit more than I could handle. I reassured her that I was willing. She said, "Well, we'll see. Now about this ignore thing. Do you want it to continue"?
It struck me. She was giving me a choice. I was at a crossroads, not sure what my response would be. I looked away from her penetrating, gorgeous eyes, as she was trying to look inside my soul at that moment. A soul I was even uncertain of, and certainly couldn't reveal to her. She changed the paradigm a bit with a follow-up question. "I know this can be hard, to talk about these things, particularly with what we've been doing. And, honestly, I can't say I really understand it all either. But let me ask you this, does my ignoring you turn you on? you mentioned masturbating (I couldn't believe I had confessed that to her, it amused her to learn this!), was it my ignoring you that caused you to feel such pleasure"?
I had to admit that it was a large part of it, yes, combined with the other things we were doing. I was so torn about it now though. She then put it in simpler terms.
"My ignoring you causes you pleasure"?
"yes".
"Wait. I think you should start calling me 'Princess'", don't you"?
"Oh! yes...Princess, sorry".
"That's ok. Now think about that question I asked you".
"Um...yes...it does cause me pleasure".
"'It does cause me pleasure'...what"?
I was uncertain what she meant, but then it dawned on me. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I meant, it does cause me pleasure, yes, Princess".
"Better. Now...shouldn't we want the things that cause us pleasure? Would it cause you pleasure if I asked you to do some of my unpleasant homework in the future, for example"?
"yes, Princess". It felt weird to use that term, on one hand, but so right to use it on another. "Would you like for me to do some of your homework"?
"I would. Only the boring and tedious stuff, I need to learn, but I hate doing some of that busy work stuff. I want to give it to you to do for me, wouldn't you like that"?
I didn't hesitate. I admitted that I would. Her questioning was soft, but direct. And eventually, I admitted that I would not only love to do her homework assignments, but would appreciate it if she would continue to ignore me. She didn't want me just to admit that, but she wanted me to ask her to continue to do so. I asked her. It wasn't enough. She wanted me to beg her. She wanted me to show her how much I wanted her to continue to ignore me. She wanted a sacrifice. She asked me how much money I had in my wallet right at that moment. I told her about 26 dollars. She asked me if it would give me pleasure to give it to her right then and there, and if I did, she would consider continuing to play our ignore games.
I swallowed hard, but agreed to do it. She was so pleased that she leaned over the table and kissed me on my cheek, causing me to blush several shades of scarlet. She told me she was so happy that she decided to give me the little gift that she had brought. She wasn't quite sure about it at first, but since I was so "good" as she put it, she took a baggie out of her purse, it contained what appeared to be her workout socks.
"I know how much you love feet and all that, well, I am a bit uncomfortable with it, but I thought you might enjoy this pair of socks--you know a pair you bought for me a couple weeks ago. I wore them while working out yesterday, so I thought you might like these".
I was totally incredulous, I never thought I'd have anything like this, wow! I was so happy and thanked her profusely for this amazing gift. She smiled and we were really in a place of happiness at this moment, both smiling and just chatting a bit, casually. It felt so good, that I regretted, at that moment, having begged her to ignore me after this. I wondered when it would start, and she responded as soon as she walked away from the table. Again, I started having second thoughts, but was too taken by all that happened this evening to want to back down now.
I asked her how she would get her homework assignments to me, and she just smiled and said that I'd find that out in due time. She told me to keep watching her wishlist, and to keep giving me "her" lunch money every day. She told me that even though she would be ignoring me, she would be thinking of me with love, affection and gratitude, and her smile and words were so sincere at that moment, that there was little doubt in my soul and in my heart that she was telling me the absolute truth. But...with that, she stood, leaned over to peck me on my cheek, and whispered, so softly, and close, in my ear "This is the last time you'll hear from me for..I dunno....foreseeable future. Keep this in your memory". And...with that, I felt the wetness of her tongue slipping into my ear, and the soft bite of her teeth on my earlobe, the heat from her breath and the wetness of her tongue...just incredible and something I will keep with me for the rest of my life.
She then turned, grabbed her purse, and walked away as if she didn't even know me. Leaving me there, wallet emptied, and about to be ignored. And to do homework for her. And who knows what else, but I did have those socks. Oh, and had something else. The check. I just realized, the check was sitting there, unpaid, and I was out of money. The check, which included some things on there from when she was with that jock, Scott was his name, I think. What would I do? Some fast talking, hopefully it would work because I wanted to do nothing other than to race home and inhale the fragrant aroma of those sweaty socks....those socks that had once been worn by...Princess Jaime.
To be continued. Please let me know if you like it?
So it went on like that for days. Ignored by Jaime, flipped off when I gave her my lunch money, watching her wishlist for new things added and trying my best to keep up with the shoes, outfits and other things she would place on there. I did it because...well, it helped me feel connected with her in some small way. Even though we were no longer communicating the way we used to, it felt like I was still a part of her life. I got an immense thrill from watching her wearing something that I purchased for her, and in my own inner mind, I felt that she was thankful and was thinking of me whenever something arrived for her from the wishlist that I had purchased. I felt close to her in a way I hadn't before, and it felt nice.
I masturbated to those thoughts, and wondered if this wasn't a substitute, or alternative, way to enjoy some kind of sexual contact with her, even if it wasn't the way I had imagined it all those times when we were together in a different way, and I thought of her sexually, and had even dared to ask her out. I would actually fantasize about her even more than before, as I watched her beautiful hair, her lovely smile (though not directed towards me any longer), her curvy and yet perfect figure in whatever outfit she happened to be wearing, the sway of her sweet hips, the way her feet looked in whatever shoes she was wearing, the way her toenail polish looked on those toes when she'd wear the open toed shoes that I bought for her, the way her voice made me quiver when she answered a question in class, or I overheard her with her friends in the hallways--I would fantasize differently than before, more about me serving her in some way than us being sexual on some even level. I would always be jacking off to her, while she was aloof. So...yes, I had to admit that her ignoring me did in fact totally turn me on.
There was something different about it now though. I placed her on a pedestal before, I adored her, but in a way that is different from the way I felt about her now. Now...I simply worshiped her, realized she was light years out of my league, but grateful for the crumbs I was permitted, the way I could try to make her happy by purchasing things for her, by surrendering my lunch money and going without lunches. I was slowly becoming addicted to the notion--and reality--of making sacrifices for her. The only problem was I couldn't talk with anyone about it. She wouldn't give me the time of day, and there was really no one else I could talk to. The loneliness of my situation is what I hated, initially, about my family uprooting me from my friends and acquaintances in the middle of my senior year. And when Jaime took to me, I wasn't alone for a while, but not...I felt very alone, and I would often cry myself to sleep at night, feeling so alone, no one to talk with.
Until...one day, in the last class of the day, I noticed I had a text. And OMG, it was from Jaime! All it said was "Time out. Let's Talk. Meet at the usual place". My heart nearly leaped from my chest, I nearly fell out of my chair, literally causing some twitters and giggles all around. When I got to our hangout, I saw her sitting at a booth with one of the jocks from school. I wasn't sure if I should approach, so I sat in a booth nearby, watching...they were talking, and then touching hands, and finally I saw Jaime kiss him. I was terribly jealous, even though I realized I had little reason to be. I was just so confused, so many hormones raging and not sure what to do about them. Finally, the jock left, and Jaime, who must have seen me come in earlier, waved me over, a huge smile on her face. That smile, the one she flashed me when we first met those several weeks ago. That smile, the one that melted my heart, the one I could never resist.
She was so comforting, she asked me to sit down, as I was standing, not sure what to do. She noticed how nervous I was and told me to relax, to calm down. She took my hands in hers, and that just made me even more nervous, even though it felt reassuring as well.
Jaime broke the somewhat awkward silence. "Well, tell me, how have you enjoyed what we've been doing"?
I poured my heart out to her. I told her the good, the bad, the ugly. She responded by sharing with me that she enjoyed it, but also that it was a bit hard on her, because she really, genuinely, liked me and wanted me to be happy and feel loved. She said it was really hard to ignore me, and she assured me that she appreciated all of the sacrifices she had made. She was happy to hear that I enjoyed doing things for her, and making sacrifices for her. She wondered how far I would be willing to take that. I responded as far as you would like to. She arched an eyebrow at that, and as we talked, and held hands across the table, she asked me to consider that carefully. It might be a bit more than I could handle. I reassured her that I was willing. She said, "Well, we'll see. Now about this ignore thing. Do you want it to continue"?
It struck me. She was giving me a choice. I was at a crossroads, not sure what my response would be. I looked away from her penetrating, gorgeous eyes, as she was trying to look inside my soul at that moment. A soul I was even uncertain of, and certainly couldn't reveal to her. She changed the paradigm a bit with a follow-up question. "I know this can be hard, to talk about these things, particularly with what we've been doing. And, honestly, I can't say I really understand it all either. But let me ask you this, does my ignoring you turn you on? you mentioned masturbating (I couldn't believe I had confessed that to her, it amused her to learn this!), was it my ignoring you that caused you to feel such pleasure"?
I had to admit that it was a large part of it, yes, combined with the other things we were doing. I was so torn about it now though. She then put it in simpler terms.
"My ignoring you causes you pleasure"?
"yes".
"Wait. I think you should start calling me 'Princess'", don't you"?
"Oh! yes...Princess, sorry".
"That's ok. Now think about that question I asked you".
"Um...yes...it does cause me pleasure".
"'It does cause me pleasure'...what"?
I was uncertain what she meant, but then it dawned on me. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I meant, it does cause me pleasure, yes, Princess".
"Better. Now...shouldn't we want the things that cause us pleasure? Would it cause you pleasure if I asked you to do some of my unpleasant homework in the future, for example"?
"yes, Princess". It felt weird to use that term, on one hand, but so right to use it on another. "Would you like for me to do some of your homework"?
"I would. Only the boring and tedious stuff, I need to learn, but I hate doing some of that busy work stuff. I want to give it to you to do for me, wouldn't you like that"?
I didn't hesitate. I admitted that I would. Her questioning was soft, but direct. And eventually, I admitted that I would not only love to do her homework assignments, but would appreciate it if she would continue to ignore me. She didn't want me just to admit that, but she wanted me to ask her to continue to do so. I asked her. It wasn't enough. She wanted me to beg her. She wanted me to show her how much I wanted her to continue to ignore me. She wanted a sacrifice. She asked me how much money I had in my wallet right at that moment. I told her about 26 dollars. She asked me if it would give me pleasure to give it to her right then and there, and if I did, she would consider continuing to play our ignore games.
I swallowed hard, but agreed to do it. She was so pleased that she leaned over the table and kissed me on my cheek, causing me to blush several shades of scarlet. She told me she was so happy that she decided to give me the little gift that she had brought. She wasn't quite sure about it at first, but since I was so "good" as she put it, she took a baggie out of her purse, it contained what appeared to be her workout socks.
"I know how much you love feet and all that, well, I am a bit uncomfortable with it, but I thought you might enjoy this pair of socks--you know a pair you bought for me a couple weeks ago. I wore them while working out yesterday, so I thought you might like these".
I was totally incredulous, I never thought I'd have anything like this, wow! I was so happy and thanked her profusely for this amazing gift. She smiled and we were really in a place of happiness at this moment, both smiling and just chatting a bit, casually. It felt so good, that I regretted, at that moment, having begged her to ignore me after this. I wondered when it would start, and she responded as soon as she walked away from the table. Again, I started having second thoughts, but was too taken by all that happened this evening to want to back down now.
I asked her how she would get her homework assignments to me, and she just smiled and said that I'd find that out in due time. She told me to keep watching her wishlist, and to keep giving me "her" lunch money every day. She told me that even though she would be ignoring me, she would be thinking of me with love, affection and gratitude, and her smile and words were so sincere at that moment, that there was little doubt in my soul and in my heart that she was telling me the absolute truth. But...with that, she stood, leaned over to peck me on my cheek, and whispered, so softly, and close, in my ear "This is the last time you'll hear from me for..I dunno....foreseeable future. Keep this in your memory". And...with that, I felt the wetness of her tongue slipping into my ear, and the soft bite of her teeth on my earlobe, the heat from her breath and the wetness of her tongue...just incredible and something I will keep with me for the rest of my life.
She then turned, grabbed her purse, and walked away as if she didn't even know me. Leaving me there, wallet emptied, and about to be ignored. And to do homework for her. And who knows what else, but I did have those socks. Oh, and had something else. The check. I just realized, the check was sitting there, unpaid, and I was out of money. The check, which included some things on there from when she was with that jock, Scott was his name, I think. What would I do? Some fast talking, hopefully it would work because I wanted to do nothing other than to race home and inhale the fragrant aroma of those sweaty socks....those socks that had once been worn by...Princess Jaime.
To be continued. Please let me know if you like it?
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