Thirty-Four Evelyn
"Vanessa, you really don't have to," I insisted as Vanessa prepared candles to give me a wax massage. She’d already spent the evening pampering me, taking me to an outrageously expensive restaurant of my choosing so I didn't need this too.
"Evelyn, shhh," she shushed me, rubbing her hands together to warm some lotion.
After coating my back in the sweet lavender scent, she dug her fingers into my muscles, working out the knots. I’d been tense, having reduced the number of stretches after my runs while spending more time at a desk with less than ideal posture.
"Yes, because this isn't necessary, I don't need this," I whined, as she hit a particularly tight spot.
"You're just proving you do, love," she reprimanded, digging even harder into the same sensitive spot.
I squirmed slightly as she dropped a few droplets of the liquid wax onto my skin.
"Dramatic, much?" She teased, the burn quickly fading as she rubbed the oil infused wax into my skin.
"Are we done?" I asked when she pulled back, only to be disappointed when she lifted the candle again.
"Just be a good girl, and stay perfectly relaxed for me."
I bit my lip doing as she said, causing her to chuckle.
I stayed quiet as the droplets dribbled onto my skin leaving it tingling its wake.
"Suddenly so quiet, why the change, sweetheart?" She teased moving her hands lower.
Heat creeped up my cheeks as she repeated the motions near more sensitive areas grazing the back of my thighs.
"That feels so good," I sighed, no longer fighting her as she rubbed over a stiff spot.
After covering my whole backside she sealed up the lotion, leaving the candle on her nightstand with the others, illuminating the room with their golden glow.
"Good, now you're loose enough for me to touch you properly," she whispered.
I readjusted myself, my mind beginning to wander from this moment as she took her hands off me. "How considerate of you," I quipped with an eye roll, turning over, causing the sheet covering my bare body to slip off.
"You were being so obedient, why the tone now, darling," she asked, her eyes not leaving my face as she commanded my attention, effortlessly bringing me back in with a touch to my cheek.
"I'm right here, Vanessa," I whispered back, my thoughts of jobs, work, and family all long forgotten.
"Good, how would you like to be touched tonight?"
I furrowed my brows unsure how to answer.
"Anything in particular; specific tools, methods, senses you'd like to explore?" She raked her fingers through her auburn locks as she moved closer to me.
"Mmm nothing in particular really, everything you’ve done has felt good," I answered, getting hot as all the memories played through my mind.
"Darling, if I recall you were assertive enough to tell me what you wanted earlier.
But then again, you were also too aroused to think straight.
Maybe this will help," she whispered, running her fingers down my collarbones.
They lingered along the edge of my chest, deliberately avoiding my hardened nipples.
"Nessa, you have a literal contract. You know what I like, I don't need to spell it out for you.”
"The contract has limits and things we've done. I want to know a fantasy of yours," she prompted, slipping off her soft T-shirt. I’d had trouble believing she actually wore such casual clothing until today.
"You know those too, I'm not saying them again."
"Oh, is that so?" she asked, shimmying out of her tailored skinny jeans.
"Yes. If you need to, pull up the document."
"I want a new one, Evelyn. I want to know what happens in those dreams of yours."
"Dreams of mine? I don't have those types of dreams," I lied, frowning at the accusation.
"You may not remember them, but everyone has dreams, though likely not ones as promiscuous as the ones you have when you spend the night here."
I flushed. Maybe I hadn't avoided having a wet dream in her presence as well as I thought I had. I didn't need to ask how she knew this, recalling what the pillows between my thighs had gone through while I'd slept in the past.
I’d recently labeled sexsomnia as something I'd like to try but she hadn't done anything of the sort yet, most likely waiting to keep me on my toes. It would add the element of surprise when I’d inevitably wake up bound to the bed, her head between my thighs.
"If I don't remember them, you're going to have to figure something else out.
Maybe refresh your memory on the contract's contents, then make an educated guess?
I can be patient," I suggested with a playful shrug.
Although there was no denying they occurred, I could honestly only bring the details from one recent one to mind.
"I always had a soft spot for dream research when I was studying psychology," she mused. “Dreams are fascinating because they're influenced by all sorts of things—stress, memory consolidation, emotions, subconscious desires."
Her gaze lingered on mine.
"Which means recurring dreams are often far more revealing than people would like them to be, sweetheart.
" She paused, pretending to think for a moment.
"But if you really can't recall them, though quite a shame, you will need to find another source of inspiration.
And like you, my darling, I am perfectly alright waiting. "
"Okay, if you'd like to spend all night waiting then I guess that's what we'll both be doing, Vanessa."
"I believe simply waiting won't provide us with the best results.”
“Okay? So then what do you want to do?”
“I'm not done talking, babygirl.”
I shut my mouth.
“Another thing I studied in psychology was state-dependent memory," she continued.
"People tend to recall information more easily when they're experiencing emotions or sensations similar to those present when the memory was formed.
The brain likes patterns. Familiar conditions often unlock details that seemed inaccessible moments before.
" Vanessa paused, clicking her tongue in thought.
The gesture looked genuine, though something in her eyes suggested she'd already reached a conclusion.
“Why don't you touch yourself? Maybe the pleasure will bring back what went through your pretty little mind when you were getting pleasure pressing yourself against my thigh the other night."
My jaw dropped, speechless at the way she called me out.
"Go on touch yourself. It's a good skill for you to maintain, and knowing the good girl you are who wouldn't dare do such a thing without my permission, it's painfully clear from your lack of requests you're out of practice."
I shook my head. There was no point. If Vanessa's theory was that recreating the original sensation would help bring the memory back, then she was the obvious choice.
She knew exactly how to get a reaction out of me.
Whatever I managed on my own would be a poor imitation compared to what she could do.
"Go on, Evelyn. You can stop when you have a suitable answer for me," she pursed her lips.
Hesitantly, I lowered my hand between my thighs.
"Uh-uh, what have I taught you?" she clicked her tongue. "You can't rush these things, Evelyn," she scolded like a disappointed school teacher.
"Go slow, start by letting your fingertips dance lightly over your skin, nothing below the waist for at least five minutes," she instructed, nodding encouragingly as I obeyed, never breaking eye contact. "That's it, good girl.”
Clenching around nothing at her words, I instinctively reached down to stroke my clit, which was predictably warm, wet, and swollen from hours of foreplay.
"Evelyn, it hasn't been five minutes, and you haven't given me anything of use.” She slowly tapped her fingernails against my thigh, bringing me back to the useless meeting on our trip.
“For disobeying me, you're going to stop and not continue until you've listed three things you want to do tonight, one of which needs to be something new."
When I reluctantly lifted my hand off, she quickly took in her own, sensing my struggle with self-control.
The first two came to me easily. "I'd like it if you spanked me over your lap again, and let me go down on you." I paused for a second. "Or maybe sat on my face tonight." I flushed at the last one.
"Good girl, for that you can touch yourself lower. But if you want me to permit you any direct contact where you clearly need it most, I'm going to need one more new thing you desire tonight."
I grew more frustrated as I circled my clit, her initial permission only serving to make me needier. "69," I mumbled, letting out a sigh of relief as she gave me a curt nod. I rubbed my clit in small circles, no longer embarrassed, too focused on my impending release to care.
"That's it. Just another three, and I'll help you come on my own, darling," she urged.
"I'd be open to anal," I said like a question, mostly to avoid admitting anything more personal. It was initially a soft limit but I'd become more comfortable with the idea, though there were surely other things I desired far more, things I wasn't sure I'd ever say out loud.
"Something you want, Evelyn."
"You making me squirt," I said more confidently with a growing blush. It was a fantasy I had, even if more vanilla. I likely wasn’t physically capable, but still, thinking about it made me speed up my motions. Yet, I hesitated again, trying to think of one last thing I’d be comfortable sharing.
My mind went blank while I fidgeted slightly, starting to feel a bit stressed.
"I, um, sorry maybe—" I started, biting the inside of my cheek.
"Evelyn, honey, It's alright," she stopped me mid-sentence, sensing I was approaching my limit with this discussion.
"You've given me enough," she assured, lifting up my hand.
"Let me take it from here, love," she whispered, kissing my embarrassingly tired fingers gently. I always used a vibrator on myself and my mouth on Vanessa. She massaged my fingers with her left hand while continuing what I’d started with her right.