“How do I look?” Brian asked for the third time in ten minutes. He’d finished his shower and come out to find Melody waiting for him with what she’d selected.
He’d been extremely surprised, given that what she’d selected for him wasn’t anything that he owned. When he’d asked her where she’d gotten the clothing from, she’d laughed and said that she figured he’d be asking for her help, and that she was familiar enough with his wardrobe to know what he had on hand wouldn’t cut it. Melody had stopped and gotten him something nicer to wear last night, and snuck it in when he invited her over.
She’d told Marie that she should consider the date a chance to wear a nice dress, which meant he had to be dressed to match, so she’d gotten him something that looked much nicer than what he normally wore. Brian was standing in front of her, showing off the results of her inspiration.
“You look fine, Master. In fact, you look more than fine. Stop fidgeting. If you keep adjusting everything all night, Marie’s going to think you’re up to something. Stop acting so nervous.”
Melody swatted her Master’s hands as he continued adjusting the vest that she’d bought for him. She thought he looked very handsome, and the black vest went very well with the dark gray shirt she’d selected. A pair of dark gray slacks, and black shoes, had rounded out the outfit.
She knew that if a guy asked her out and showed up in something like this, she’d gladly be his girlfriend. If she wasn’t his slave already, of course. Still, Marie didn’t think of herself as her Master’s slave, and needed to be impressed.
“Now, Master, please just relax and be yourself. You’re a very likeable person, and I know she’s going to be just crazy about you.” Melody smiled at him encouragingly as she said this. She understood his nerves, and knew he really liked Marie. She also knew that Marie was the type of girl who’d like somebody as down to Earth as their master.
After all, Melody had known Marie for a long time. She wasn’t entirely certain how long, since she’d been discovering some things about herself recently, but long enough to know that Marie was a pretty practical girl.
“She’ll be here soon, Master, so I should probably make myself scarce, otherwise she might get the wrong idea.”
Melody laughed to herself at the thought of Marie finding another girl in the room with her date. She could probably explain it off, but it would set a bad tone for the evening. Better to be an invisible, un-thanked helper.
Brian opened his mouth to reply to her comment, when a knock came from the door. Both he and his slave froze at the sound, for different reasons. He turned to look back and forth between her and the door, before she gave him a big thumbs up, and then turned to slip into his closet, pulling the door closed behind her. As long as Marie didn’t go poking around, she should be safe there.
Figuring he was now on his own, Brian moved to open the door.
Marie was stunning. As expected, she was wearing black, which meant his outfit went with hers well. The dress she’d selected was both simple and sexy, and highlighted her figure well. He let his eyes roam for a moment, taking care not to focus too much on one thing, but wanting to get a good look at her. Melody had told him that checking out his date was ok, since obviously she’d be putting a lot of effort into looking good. If he didn’t look at her at all, Marie would think there was something wrong with her, or something embarrassing The trick was moderation, keeping the eyes from lingering, but letting your date know that you wanted to look at parts of her a bit more, but were too much of a gentleman to stare.
She’d gone with a dress that had an angular neckline, cut low enough to show off a hint of breast, without coming anywhere close to exposing too much. It clung comfortably tightly to her chest and stomach, before flaring out at her waist, ending just above her knees. Her athletic frame was nicely enhanced by the dress, and she looked a wonderful combination of strong and feminine.
Most surprising of all, she was actually wearing a pair of heels. He’d always thought of her as a sporty girl, so he’d never really thought to ask her to wear them, but he liked the way they made her calves look now. Her legs looked sexy in all the right ways.
“Marie…” He said, trying to think of a way to describe the girl in front of him. Finally, he decided that he just didn’t have the words, but needed to say something.
“You look amazing.” He hoped that was good enough.
Apparently it was, because she blushed slightly a moment later, and smiled. He noticed a wet sparkle to her lips, and realized she was wearing lip gloss. It looked good, and he knew that full lipstick would have looked weird on her.
“Thank you.” She replied. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”
Brian looked down at his outfit. “Yeah. It’s a bit of a change for me, I must admit.”
Marie laughed, and Brian could almost detect relief in the sound. Knowing that he wasn’t entirely comfortable was putting her at ease, and he was feeling some of the same.
“That makes two of us.” She said, smiling. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little slow in these shoes, but my roommate insisted that tennis shoes are out this season for formalwear. I had to sneak out before she could force me to wear a pair of pantyhose. I cannot understand how girls can wear those things. The last time I tried, I was shocking everything I touched.”
It was Brian’s turn to laugh, although he hadn’t known about the static problem. He also spent a moment imagining how Marie would look in the clingy black fabric. It might be worth asking, later, just to see. However, he had other things to focus on presently.
Unsure of what to do next, he gestured toward the hallway.
“Shall we get going?”
“Sure.” Marie nodded, and ran a hand through her hair. She took a step back, and Brian followed her into the hall, closing the door behind him. He hoped Melody would be ok on her own.
“So, um, where are we going?” Marie asked, as she started to walk beside him. He made a point of walking slow, and she really was unsteady on her feet. She looked like she’d be ok, but he didn’t want to make her rush to keep up.
“Well…” Brian paused in his response. “I figured I’d surprise you, if that’s ok with you?”
“Of course that’s fine.” She replied, but then turned and gave him a playful smile. “As long as it’s not too surprising.”
Brian nodded. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to find something to eat where we’re going. Trust me.”
When they got to the elevator, he pressed the button, and when it arrived, he put his hand on the small of her back, before using it to guide her inside. He hoped she found the gesture romantic, and not controlling. She didn’t seem to give any indication that she minded, so he breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped in after her, and she hit the button for the ground floor.
There was enough traffic on the way to the restaurant that he wasn’t able to engage her in too much conversation, which was a good thing, because his nerves meant that he needed to pay attention to the road. She didn’t push the issue, and spent a good deal of her time looking out the window. He hoped she wasn’t upset, but knew she probably had a lot on her mind, according to Melody.
He hoped that they could put a lot of that to rest tonight. He just had to not blow anything, and make sure that he could convince her that he was a likable person. That meant he had to keep her from growing too distant, without being smothering.
Thankfully, she seemed back up for conversation once they’d arrived at their destination.
“A Japanese Steakhouse?” She said, once she realized that was the choice for the evening.
“Yeah.” Brian replied. “You didn’t strike me as the kind of girl that wanted to just eat a salad. Or go somewhere that the food costs three times as much because they put the one ounce of chicken on top of the salad.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Brain worried that he’d said something to upset her, but then realized that she’d asked the question while laughing softly, and the smile on her face let him know that she wasn’t upset.
“Just that I think a girl who’s going to be carrying her team to victory tomorrow needs to keep her energy up.” He smiled at her. “And that’s only about forty percent because your team captain said she’d spread nasty rumors about me if I left you starving and too weak to play.”
Marie laughed at the joke. “She can be a bit of a pain, sometimes. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself”
“Her heart’s in the right place though.”
“Yeah, it is.” Marie said, as she got out of the car. Brian kicked himself for not thinking to hop out first and open her door. He was worried that he might have upset her, but Marie was still smiling when he made it around the vehicle.
She even moved to wrap her arm in his, to allow him to properly escort him to the door. He made up for his earlier oversight by holding the door open for her.
“Oh yeah, also, you’re not that big.” He commented, as they stepped away from the car.
“Huh?” Marie replied.
“You said you were a big girl.”
Marie sighed. “You know what I meant.”
“Well yeah, but I wanted to give you a hard time about it.”
She gave another exasperated sigh, but the smile on her face let him know she was enjoying herself.
“Do you have a reservation?” She turned and asked him once they were inside. The place wasn’t empty, but was busy enough, given that it was near campus on a Friday evening.
“Yeah.” He replied, letting her arm fall. To his surprise, Marie actually moved to quickly approach the podium, and gave his name to the girl standing there.
Pausing, he tried to figure out what had just happened, and then realized. Marie didn’t want him to do everything on their date. She’d let him hold the door, both while getting into his car and the restaurant, but she was taking the lead sometimes as well.
“We should be seated in about ten minutes.” She said, as she walked back up to him.
“Great to hear.” He said with a smile. He looked around the waiting area for somewhere to sit, but most everything was full up. Instead, he found a quiet corner for them to stand.
“So have you come here before?” He asked her.
“Once or twice, for team celebrations. Melody likes this place, so I’m not surprised she recommended this place, if she’s been giving you tips.”
Brian shook his head. “No, this was all me, actually.” He smiled. He felt a little proud of himself for not needing help with everything. “I’ve been here a couple times as well, and really liked the food. Plus, I’m a guy, and we all like fire.” He added the last line as the chef at a table in the distance began cooking with the traditional fireball.
“And girl’s don’t?” Marie countered with a smile.
She was standing right in front of him, with her back pressed up against his chest, and he enjoyed the closeness. He was glad she wasn’t feeling the need to keep her distance. The waiting area wasn’t so crowded that they needed to be pressed up against each other, which meant that her choice to stay near him meant that she was enjoying his company.
Building up his courage, he place a hand on her hip, making sure to keep it to her side, to not look like he was cupping her ass. She seemed to approve, because a moment later, she leaned into it slightly, letting him know that she felt it there. He kept his hand there a few minutes, enjoying the warmth that came off of her. It was strange, since this was the closest he’d ever been to her when she was being herself, instead of the robotic personality that he’d crafted.
The girl at the counter called his name, and he and Marie followed her to their seats. He made a point of pulling out the chair for him, and she smiled at him before thanking him and sitting down. However, he made a mental note to not go through with his earlier plan to order for her. When the waitress returned a few minutes later, he ordered first, since she pointed to him, but once he’d told her his selection, he let Marie say what she wanted.
It was weird, because something inside of him told him that he should have let her go first, but something else said that she wouldn’t care, unless he made a big deal about it. In a way, trying to be too gentlemanly would make it seem like he was more focused on scoring points than just enjoying her company. His head started to spin as he worried about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do, to make sure that everything worked out in the end.
“So, intimidated by a girl who eats more than you?” Marie asked, once the waitress had moved on to the next couple.
“What?” Brian asked. He’d been lost in his thoughts and hadn’t heard Marie’s order.
“Just curious. Melody’s been pushing us so hard in practice, I’m starving.” Marie said. “But I know a lot of guys expect girls to just eat a tiny sliver of food.”
Brian shook his head. “You eat whatever you want. I mean, let’s be honest, you’re totally rocking that dress, and if you told me that you started every morning by eating four sticks of butter and you still look that good, I’d tell you to keep doing it.”
Marie shot him a look, and he worried again that he’d said something wrong, but then suddenly she snorted abruptly. A moment later, she had broken down into full on laughter.
“Ok, one, eww, that’s totally gross. I mean, really? I like butter, on things, and in things. But who actually just eats a stick of butter?” She smiled over at him.
Brian shrugged. “I don’t know. Weird people.”
She laughed again, and then turned to him.
“This is nice.” She said, without much explanation.
“What do you mean?”
“Just, this.” She replied. “Getting out. Talking. Not being too formal. I was worried when Melody suggested this that we’d go somewhere stuffy, and you’d be all ‘date must be perfect’ crazy and everything. It’s nice to just get to be me.”
“Marie. Always be yourself.”
Brian decided then that he should stop worrying about doing things right on their date, and to follow his own advice. After all, most of the times she smiled was when he said the first thing that came to his mind. If he tried to think of the right thing to say or do, it didn’t work out so well.
Confident in his ability to make it through their date without screwing up anything major, he leaned over next to her, eager to ask questions and find out more about her life.
“So I guess this is good night.” Marie said to Brian, as the two were standing in front of his dorm room door.
“Yeah.” He said. “Remind me again why you’re the one walking me to my door as opposed to the other way around?”
Marie laughed. “Simple. I’m the one who asked you out, so I’m the guy tonight, of course.”
Brian thought about that for a moment before replying. “Then why have I been opening all the doors tonight?”
“Because you’re a strong, independent woman who thinks for herself.”
Both laughed at the joke, enjoying how easy things had become between them. Finally, he had an idea on how he might be able to use her comments against her.
“Well then, if I’m the girl, then here’s where you try to give me a good night kiss, and I pretend I don’t want it.”
Marie’s eyes widened. “Shit, I wasn’t prepared for that one. Do we have to?”
Brian looked back at her, trying to put on his best hurt expression, without trying too hard.
“It’s because I’m not pretty enough, isn’t it?”
Marie responded by punching him lightly on the arm.
“Jerk.” She said, but couldn’t contain the smile that spread easily across her face. She turned to look down the hallway, and when she turned back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his before he had a chance to respond, or she had a chance to lose her nerve.
They kept their lips locked as she shifted to place her hand on his hip, enjoying the feeling of getting to be close to him. She’d actually been unsure if their date would end with a kiss, but he’d made it clear he was interested, and had even done it in a way that didn’t make her feel pressured.
Such consideration was something that should be rewarded, she’d decided.
As she began to pull away, Brian reached up and placed his hands on the small of her back, pulling Marie back in closer to him. She took the hint, and agreed to his silent request, pressing her mouth forward again and renewing the kiss while moving to place her hands on his back, helping to press him against her.
After several long seconds, it became clear that things had gone on long enough, and the two pulled apart. Marie kept her eyes on his as they did so, searching his face to know what his reaction was. She knew that what came next could be very important, and she was nervous about how things would play out.
Brian smiled at her, and she felt reassured that she hadn’t blown things. She hadn’t been on many dates, and this was the first time she’d been with somebody who put so much effort into making things about her, without making her feel smothered, and like everything was actually about him.
Compared to Brian, all of her old boyfriends were huge jerks, but at least she knew where she stood with them. Things weren’t so clear tonight, but she liked where they were going.
He reached up and scratched behind his ear, as he tried to figure out what he should say next. He didn’t want the night to end in the slightest.
“So.” He began. “Uh, do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?”
Marie looked at him with an incredulous expression. “What?”
“Isn’t that what the girl’s supposed to do after she doesn’t refuse the good-night kiss? Ask if the guy wants to come in for a cup of coffee?”
Marie laughed. “Do you actually have a coffee maker in there?”
Brian shook his head. “No…”
“Smooth move there, Romeo.” She said, and punched him on the arm again. He was beginning to realize that a relationship with her could have some bruises.
“I thought I was Juliette.” He said, as he brought his other hand up to rub his arm where she’d punched him. “And I don’t know if I can take much more of this abuse. Don’t most girls consider it a bad thing when the guy beats up on his date?”
Marie shrugged. “I guess. Now are you going to invite me in or what?”
She looked around the hallway, and Brian picked up that she was a little nervous. Maybe she was worried that somebody might recognize her. Fishing in his pocket, he got out his key and opened the door, before motioning for her to walk in first.
Once inside, he closed the door, and Marie kicked off her shoes, breathing a sigh of relief.
“I cannot wear those things for very long.” She moved to sit on his bed, and brought one of her feet up to her lap so that she could massage the back of her ankle.
“Sorry about that.” Brian replied, as he moved to sit next to her. He made sure to leave a little distance so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
“Making you wear those. Next time, we can go somewhere that allows more comfortable shoes. Maybe the much less romantic bowling alley, or just a walk in the park.”
Marie paused for a second, before she replied.
“It’s awfully presumptive of you to just assume there’s going to be a next time.”
Brian turned and looked at her, trying to determine if she meant that statement seriously or as a joke. Her face was flat and neutral, and he couldn’t tell.
Apparently, it was a joke, because she couldn’t keep her face straight and cracked into a grin once she saw the panicked expression on his face.
“You make it way too easy, you know that?” She said. “Yes, I’ll go on another date with you. If that was you asking, of course.”
“Yeah, it was.” Brian breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the floor. He was glad things had worked out so well this evening. He wanted Marie to be more than just a sex toy, and this was the first step in the right direction.
She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close, and kissed him again. Marie held the gesture for several seconds, before pulling away.
Brian blushed slightly as he realized the effect her kiss had on him, and hoped that she didn’t notice that his pants had just shifted. He’d been trying to keep his mind off sex all evening, but having Marie so close to him was just getting to be too much.
He decided that he just needed to confirm something. He was almost sure, but he needed to know without any doubt.
“Hey Marie, can I ask you a serious question?”
She froze, and turned to him. “Um, I guess.” She looked worried about what it is.
Brian debated not asking, but he needed to know.
“Do you like me?” He asked, the words out of his mouth before he could really stop them.
Marie blinked. She sat and looked at him for a long moment, before she finally responded.
“Ok. I was worried you were going to ask something WAY worse than that. I already agreed to go on another date with you.”
“I know.” Brian replied. “I’m sorry. I just… I’ve had girls in the past that I really overestimated how into me they were. I just want to know, I mean, I guess I just want to hear you say it. That’s all. So there’s no confusion or doubt.”
Marie looked over at him, unsure why it was so important. She opened her mouth, ready to say it to put his mind at ease, but then stopped. The way he was asking was so serious, she needed to make sure that she wasn’t just responding to make him feel better.
Then it hit her. She wouldn’t care about whether or not she was hurting his feelings if she didn’t like him. She wouldn’t have agreed to another date either. And she really wouldn’t be in a guy’s room, talking like nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Brian. I like you. I’ve had a great time tonight, and I’m really looking forward to next time you and I can do something together. I’m really looking forward to seeing you cheering at my next game, and maybe saying something to me after. I’d love a chance to get to know you better. Now don’t go blowing it by overthinking things and making things weird, ok?”
She punctuated the comment by bopping him lightly on the back of the head, and he breathed a sigh of relief in response.
“Sorry.” He said. “I know I’m being weird. It was just important to me.”
She reached over and took his hand. “It’s ok. This kind of stuff is important. I’d think less of you if I was just some girl you wanted just to have me. Your worries mean you’re serious.”
“I know. I just, really wanted to hear you say it. It was nice.”
“I like you.” She said again, without any prompting, and he turned to give her a quizzical look.
She shrugged. “Maybe I like saying it?” She replied.
Brian couldn’t help but smile at her. He hadn’t been sure what he was going to do, but now he decided. His evening with Marie had been amazing, and he didn’t want it to end now, but what he wanted to do with her he couldn’t do if they were just on their first date. Some part of him knew that it was unromantically guyish of him to want to have sex with her, but he’d done so dozens of times while she was robotic and unemotional, and now he had a chance to try it while she was fully herself.
It was like being presented with the chance to try something real after having something artificial for so long. He could patiently wait, but he didn’t want to.
“Marie.” He said. “Stop your personality program.”
Her reaction was instant. All expression drained from her face, and she began to stare straight forward. Brian was actually surprised at how quickly it happened, and was also a little sad. In a way, he’d just erased all the emotions she’d been feeling, but he told himself that they’d be back. He just needed to make one last change.
“Marie, from now on, while your personality program is running, she can remember everything that you’ve done. You no longer need to keep her memories separate. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” She replied, blankly.
“Marie.” His voice caught in his throat, but he pushed through it. “Marie, start your personality program.”
He watched her face intently as life returned to her eyes, and she blinked a few times, before turning to look at him.
“Mas…. ter.” She said, her voice soft and small.
Then she did something he hadn’t expected. She reached back and slugged him in the arm, adding to the tender spot she’d been building up since they’d gotten back to his dorm.
“Oww!” He exclaimed. “What was that for?”
Marie glared at him. “For the last few weeks, of course, you dummy.”
He looked at her, completely confused. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration at how dense he could be.
“I’ve been feeling so horny the last week I’ve been about to burst. No matter what I do, I seem to be constantly in the mood, like my body has decided to just go completely crazy with my hormones, and it turns out you’ve been screwing me and I haven’t remembered it happening. Now wonder I’ve been so on edge lately. Imagine how you’d feel if some girl was sneaking into your bedroom and screwing your brains out every night and you don’t remember it.”
She gave him an intense look, and suddenly he considered the dress she was wearing to be a lot less cute and a lot more sexy. Her nervousness had gone, replaced with the confidence that Marie usually had, and he kind of liked it.
Before he could respond, she held up a hand, continuing her tirade.
“No, don’t answer that, you’d probably be just fine with it, wouldn’t you? Let’s just say that I’ve been spending the whole night hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that my nipples have been popping out left and right, and I’ve been so worried that you’re going to suggest having a little fun tonight, and I’d feel like a total slut for sleeping with a guy on the first date.”
It was Brian’s turn to interrupt.
“Wait, are you saying?”
Marie rolled her eyes. “You can be really thick sometimes, you know that Master?” Then she shifted and pushed toward him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. Not stopping her momentum, she continued to push until he was lying on the bed, with her on top of him.
She only let him up for a moment so that he could shift into a more comfortable position before moving to pin him again.
“So you remember everything now?” He asked.
Marie nodded. “Yup. Every blowjob, every screw, even the cuddling afterward. What on earth made you think it was a good idea to make me forget all that stuff?”
Her eyes were wet, and Brian was pretty sure she was about to start crying, but he didn’t think she was sad. It was very confusing for him, and he didn’t know how to make the situation better.
“I just. I dunno. It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
She growled at him, and rubbed her chest against his, dragging herself along him until her eyes were level with his.
“Well then, you’re going to make it up to me right now, aren’t you Master?”
“Yes ma’am.” He replied, before his mind caught up to him. “Hey wait a second. You aren’t acting particularly submissive and slave-like.”
Marie smiled at him, as she shifted so that she was straddling him so she could take off her panties.
“Well yeah. I’m programmed to figure out what you want, remember? I’m guessing you didn’t just go through all the effort of taking me out to dinner, and trying to figure out how to ask me out, if you just wanted a roll in the hay with brainless little Marie-bot.”
She smiled down at him as she tossed her panties at is face. He flicked them out of his vision, and smiled back at her.
“Guilty as charged.”
“Well, sex with me right now means things are going to be a little rough. I still haven’t completely forgiven you for keeping me frustrated so long, Master.” To punctuate the point, she ground her crotch into his, teasing him through his pants.
Shaking his head, Brian reached down to push his clothing out of the way. A moment later, and the two were pressed together, Marie moving herself along his length to help get him moist and ready. He loved the way she felt, dragging herself slowly along his length, teasing him of her own volition.
“This isn’t the end of sweet robotic Marie, of course Master.” She said, looking down at him. “Just today’s a girlfriend Marie day, is all.”
Looking up at her, he swatted her playfully. “Did you hear me complaining? Now are we going to talk all night, or are we going to get down to business?”
She laughed as she shifted to place his tip at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself onto him. Adjusting the skirt of her dress, she came to rest on top of him, easily supporting her weight on her legs.
“Have I mentioned you look really good in that dress? Like, not just pretty, but pretty hot too?”
“Wear a dress Marie. Wear tights sweaters Marie. Wear sporty tee shirts, and tight tank tops Marie.” She said playfully. “You’re making it very hard to keep up with your demands, Master. At least you don’t want me to spend hours every day curling my hair, since you have a total ponytail fetish.”
He looked up into her eyes, which sparkled in a way that let him know she was just teasing.
“Maybe that’s just my way of saying that you’re what looks good, regardless of what you’re wearing?”
She practically beamed at him after that comment. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Master. Now, shall we get down to business?”
Without waiting for him to respond, she began to thrust her hips, sliding him in and out of her. He spent a moment gauging her speed, before thrusting in time.
He could learn to like Marie taking charge. Variety was, after all, important.