Accepting Cindy

I was about to yell at him, something feeble about how he was not a real man and how I would never be his, when the phone rang and he quickly sprang up and off the bed and left the room to answer it. I tried to breathe slowly and compose myself before he came back in. I wanted to tell him how much I hated him.

Secretly, I now realized, I longed to be his little girl, to dress for him, to wear makeup for him, to be kissed by him, to suck him, to be fucked by him - but my pride would not allow myself to admit it. He was so arrogant and condescending, I just had to try and burst his bubble.

I heard him finish his conversation and then he came back into the bedroom.

"What you say might be true, but I'll never be YOUR little girl, and you'll never touch me again!"

I shouted and tried to sound convincing.

He smiled his usual arrogant smile.

"Well, it looks like we have all night to work on your attitude. That was your brother, he's had car trouble and they're not coming home tonight. I suggested that you sleep over here, and they all think that's a good idea. Aren't I just the nicest guy?"

He laughed an evil laugh at the look of outrage and despair on my face, then softly added,

"It's going to be a long, long night."

I burst into tears and fell to my knees, cupping my face in my hands to prevent him from further enjoying my misery. I hated him so much and he was acting like such a bastard, but the breaks kept rolling his way. It all seemed so unfair. I wanted him to die – I wanted to kill him.

Then I felt a strange, gentle hand on my back. It patted me lightly, as if to comfort me. I knew it was Sam, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. Did he want more sex? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Leave me alone. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

I sobbed.

He continued to pat me.

"It doesn't have to be this way, you know?"

I ignored him.

"There's no need to fight it. What has happened has happened. You can deny it all you like, but that won't make it go away, will it? You can hate me with all your heart if you want, but that will never erase the special evening we have shared. You can dismiss the three earth-shattering orgasms you experienced if you really want to, but that won't mean that they didn't happen."