More Than A Fan - Chapter 3

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"Do you like Linda, my counselor?" Becca asked as they sat at the dining table. It was elaborately and intimately set, with fresh-cut flowers and candles giving a romantic atmosphere like it had been every night. Becca was certainly one to let her passion show, even in simple things like dining, even if the meal was simple like leftovers.

Tom nodded. "Yeah. She's great. She's helping me get over any feelings of guilt."

"Good," Becca smiled. "She's fabulous. I knew you'd love her."

"She suggested we meet twice a week," Tom said.

"What did you two talk about today? Or am I not supposed to know?" she asked with a playful expression.

"She was asking a lot about my feelings of sexuality," Tom admitted with a slight blush.

"If I know Linda, it's because she wants to know how to boost your confidence and make sure you're really okay, deep down. I mean, with some of my unusual desires."

"Yeah," Tom said, blushing. "We talked about whether I'd be open to  a few things that I'd never thought of."

"Like what, if you don't mind sharing."

Tom winced, but then he thought about how intimate he and Becca had been since he moved in. And it wasn't just intimacy in the bedroom, but also time just being together. "She thinks that you can be a little dominating," he said slowly, watching for her reactions. "And she asked about dress-up and other games like that." He was blushing, knowing that Linda had explicitly talked about how open he was to being dominated or whether he'd be able to dress up in Becca's clothes and costumes if she wanted. She was helping him explore how far he'd go for Becca.

"That sounds like it could be interesting," Becca said, her eyebrows rising in anticipation.

"I'm not sure if that," Tom was hesitant again.

"Remember, I'm kinky," Becca replied, eagerly licking her lips.

Tom grinned at the mention of her preferences. In only the first four days, he'd found out that Becca definitely was a challenge to keep satisfied, so anything Linda could do would be helpful. "Anything to keep you satisfied," he said with a smile. "You're insatiable."

Becca changed the subject. "I hope you're okay with my vegan diet."

Tom nodded uncertainly. He hadn't realized before moving in that she was vegan and that he'd sacrifice his love of burgers and steak. "I'm managing," he said with a nervous smile.

Becca laughed, understanding his plight. "My cook makes fabulous dishes," she explained. "Until I told you, I don't think you even suspected that they're vegan. And when I'm out for a concert or something, you can indulge your carnivore passion, just as long as I never, ever taste the meat." Tom blushed, knowing that she meant she'd be passionately kissing him a lot. "But I expect that, before long, you'll love it. It's much, much healthier."

"How was your day today?" Tom asked, making small talk. It was difficult. He'd spent the day getting comfortable in the house while Becca went to a rehearsal for a few new numbers and then worked late with the director of a music video she was planning.

Becca frowned at him. "Is this the 'how was your day, dear' kind of shit? I hope you don't plan on that kind of boring conversation every fucking night."

Tom gulped, wondering if she was upset with small talk. "I'm an engineer, remember?"

"Not for the next year, you aren't." She licked her lips seductively. "You're my companion. I want you to forget all about logic, precision, and engineering crap and just let go and be emotional and passionate. And I want you to be free to indulge in your fantasies, if they aren't harmful, that is, and indulge in mine, too." She smiled. "That is what you said was missing, isn't it?"

Tom realized she was right. "Okay, but it'll take some practice."

"How about if we start by getting you a little more rad hairstyle?" Becca mused. "Maybe a little change of appearance will help your inner rebel come out."

Tom thought for a second. "I guess."

"I'll have my stylist see if she can do something with, that rather blah mess on your head."

Tom felt a little nervous. She was talking about a significant change in his appearance on top of his change of clothing style. "Well, maybe." Then again, he thought, he could easily get his hair cut again at the end of the year. It wasn't like a hairstyle was permanent, like a tattoo or body piercings.

Becca scooted her chair back and moved to his lap, nibbling at his earlobes and running her fingers through his hair. "You want to be sexy for me, don't you?"

"I guess," Tom answered uneasily. "Yeah. That is what the whole deal is about."

Becca straightened, pouting. "The 'deal' is about you and I having fun and being adventurous and passionate. You make it sound like some kind of business shit."

"Sorry," Tom apologized, feeling that he'd disappointed her by being so blunt and logical. He'd have to work on that.

"Maybe if we were a little spontaneous, it'd help you learn to be what you want to be, passionate, bold, and sexy."

Tom gulped. "You think  I could be sexy?" He was astonished at her comment.

"I want you to be bold and spontaneous right now," Becca said. "Try to seduce me right here, in the dining room." She leaned closer and nibbled on his ear again. "Some days, rehearsal makes me so hot!" As his jaw dropped, she climbed off his lap and sat back in her chair, looking prim, proper, and not at all interested in sex. "Well?"

Tom practically leaped from his chair and circled behind her, starting with rubbing her shoulders. He could feel the tension in her muscles; as he massaged, she was practically purring with contentment. He continued the massage but leaned forward and began to kiss tantalizingly at her neck. Her head lifted back, exposing more of her neck for his ministrations and letting the sweet scent of her perfume waft into his nose. In no time, the two were intertwined on the floor, their grunts and cries of passion echoing through the room.

"You sure don't look like you did the last time I saw you in the office," Ken said, disbelief in his eyes. He and Tom sat at a bar near where Tom worked before he started his sabbatical. "Are you trying to find yourself or something like that?"

Tom sipped his beer and smiled. "No. I just needed a break."

"Does that include a break from your marriage?" Ken sighed. "You took a leave of absence from work, without telling anyone why. You're separated from Katie without telling anyone what's going on there." He shook his head. "This isn't like you, man."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say?"

"The rumor is that you've moved in with some other woman."

"Yeah, I did." Tom wasn't at all fazed by admitting it.

"Who? Is it because you and Katie were always arguing about kids, or because she really was frigid like you claimed?"

"I never told you, but Katie had suggested separation or even divorce," Tom admitted. He took another drink. "We were always fighting, and it was getting worse. So when Becca made an offer to us, Katie was more eager to take it than I was."

"Becca?" Ken frowned. "Who's Becca?"

Tom smiled wryly. "She's my housemate for the year. Or, more precisely, I'm her companion."

"Sounds like a gigolo thing," Ken chuckled. "Is she at least cute and sexy? Why didn't I ever hear of this Becca?"

"You've heard of her. And yes," Tom grinned, "she's extremely cute and sexy."

"So, who is she?"

"You know her better by her stage name." Tom let Ken puzzle and ponder for a few moments, confused and overly curious. "Winter."

"Winter?" Ken exclaimed, drawing attention from other bar patrons. "You're kidding!" He stared at Tom for a moment, and then a grin crept across his face. "Good one. You almost got me."

In answer, Tom took out his cell phone and flipped through the pictures stored in it. "There," he said, showing Ken a few pictures of him, Becca, or both of them on various outings, at an amusement park, shopping, on a beach, and even kissing.

Ken's jaw dropped. "You're you're not kidding, are you?"

Tom shook his head, smiling. "Nope."

"How in the hell did you end up living with Winter? I suppose you're banging her, too!"

"You didn't believe me when I told you I met her hiking a few weeks ago or that I'd been invited to dinner and a concert. We'd talked about marriages and crap since she'd gone through that nasty divorce of hers, and when she found out the problems Katie and I had, she asked us if I'd like a break from Katie, kind of a practice separation. Katie was so sick of me talking about kids that she jumped at the chance."

"Damn!" Ken whistled. "So you're going to travel with her, and that's why you took leave?"

"Yeah. That and she wanted me to be around her as much as possible, and her schedule is pretty unpredictable."

"And that includes whenever she's in the mood?" Ken sounded in awe of Tom's arrangement. "But that makes you kind of a gigolo, doesn't it?"

"I prefer to think of it as a paid vacation."

"With benefits," Ken added with an envious smile. "No wonder you look like you do. Definitely not an engineer's style."

"Yeah." Tom downed the rest of his beer. "I've gotta run. I've got to get ready for a big party tonight." He stood. "Talk to you later." Tom walked quickly to the door, a spring in his step at Ken's reminder of how the arrangement with Becca was extremely good fortune.

"Naughty boy!" Becca scolded Tom, swatting his bare rump. "I'm in charge tonight, remember?"

Tom flinched at her swat; it hadn't exactly been gentle. "Okay," he said meekly, trying to sound humble and deferent to her, even though he was getting massively turned on.

"Okay?" she asked sternly, firmly grasping his chin with one hand and his balls with the other? "That's not how you address me when I'm in charge, is it?"

"No," Tom answered quickly. He felt her squeeze lightly. "Mistress," he added.

Becca released her hold on his crotch and pulled his face down, where she initiated a passionate French kiss. When she pulled away, he was practically swooning from the intensity of her kiss. "Very good," she said, smiling. "I'm going to my bathroom to change, and I want you to put these on." She tossed him a pair of her silk panties. She saw his eyebrows rise in surprise at what she was asking. "I'm sure my big boy likes to make me happy tonight, right?" she purred.

Tom gulped; this wasn't quite what he'd expected. "Um," he stammered, "okay. I guess so."

She spanked him again. "You guess so, what?"

"Yes, mistress," he answered.

"You did say that you were open to some playing, didn't you?" She grinned, knowing the answer just from how aroused he was and the way he held her panties. She turned and strutted into her bathroom to change, leaving him standing, dumbfounded at what had just happened.

After a few seconds, he shook off his state of disbelief and looked at the silk panties in his hand. They were lacy and very feminine. "This can't be really happening," he said to himself. Then again, Becca was at her best when she decided to get a little kinky. He stiffened at the thought of what types of games she had in mind.

Tom felt a thrill run through his body as he felt the silky undergarment brushing against his genitals. He felt like he was ready to burst from excitement, an excitement that only grew when Becca strutted out of her bathroom wearing nothing but a lacy bra, a garter belt and stockings, and high heels.

"I see you like the feel of silk," she said appreciatively as she stared hungrily at his aroused member.

Tom nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress."

She beckoned to him. "Come here," she said, gesturing to the floor directly in front of herself. "Pleasure me," she commanded, grasping the back of his head and forcing him to her crotch.